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delusionalalien · 2 days ago

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[Embrace You, Devour You] [Chapter 7] YANDERE!Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader x YANDERE!Variant!Invincibles

I HAVE WAY TOO MANY DRAFTS AND MISTAKES THAT I HAVE DONE WHILE MAKING THIS!!!! I accidentally published this TWICE, the app on my phone does not like me, no cap, it said 'save as draft' and the next thing i see is someone liking this shit when its only half way finish💀💀

Anyway, garbage as usual lmao. No Mark btw, you guys can skip this.

NOTE : I do NOT speak Russian, and I used google translate for the Russian bits, i'm so sorry for any Russian people reading this hot garbage of a fanfic.

prologue

previous chapter , ???

T.W / Tags: Slow-burn, Soft yandere, pining, mark is bat shit crazy but he good dw, baby-trapping, teen pregnancy, yandere variants, mark a lil pushy, breeding kink, jealous Mark Grayson, talks of abortion, misunderstandings, possessive Mark Grayson, murder, gore, child-murder(variant!readers), attempted suicide, murder-suicide(variant!readers), OOC, yandere!mom, prob need more tags

Weird ass dreams and you actually have family lore???

You felt the urge to mourn.

You had no recollections of what happened before you came here. All you knew this wasn't the earth you know, nature took over the planet, the sky a deep orange and a strange massive oak tree standing at the middle of it all.

a glowing green power shined inside it's body, dormant, angry, and isolated. Betrayed and stabbed by an axe which left imprints at the base, a scar, a reminder of what it went through.

There was an urge to comfort the alien plant, perhaps it was simply your mind playing tricks on you. There was no way a tree could feel human emotions.

You feel cold as you walk around it. You need to find home, but where is home exactly? This wasn't the earth you know of and you have no clue who or what brought you here in the first place.

You followed the roots of the first tree that protruded from the ground to another clearing where yet another oak tree stands, this time, normal for its height.

The last tree had vibrant colors, this one was dull in comparison to that green shine. You stopped for a brief moment to take in the sight before you.

Despite it's normal appearance and dull color, you can't help but touch the base of the tree and you flinched, stepping back when the shine swirled unnaturally when you touched it.

It seemed friendly, whatever these are they are definitely sentient to some degree.

You made distance with the oak, it didn't feel right to feel scared but you moved on your own feet, reminding yourself that you have to find a way back home and that sticking to one location is never a good idea- at least according to your mother's questionable survival guide she had passed down to you.

You pondered what your parents are doing, they probably filed a missing persons report on you and since you don't quite know how long you've been gone, you only hope its only been a day, and you started praying you weren't kidnapped by actual aliens from another planet.

Your train of thoughts also lingered further as you walk mindlessly through the dense forest. You think of Mark and how he was doing. You wished you cleared up the misunderstanding's about Todd before you came here, how you should have been honest with yourself and confessed.

Still, fear holds you back, you fear change, you are terrified of changing what you both have now. Knowing one day he's going to find someone and he looks at them like how you look at him all your life.

Mark is a friend, you know that, and you delude yourself that you're okay with just being friends, the next door childhood friend that will one day also find someone to love- someone who isn't Mark.

It repulsed you. The idea of someone else in your lives when you love him too much to give him away. Call it an obsession but you'd rather fight for the both of you to stay single for the rest of your life.

You tripped and fell on the grass when your foot caught itself on a stone, you hadn't realized you started crying in the middle of your crisis.

Stupid feelings.

Stupid lies.

Stupid you.

Why of all people has it have to be Mark?

Why does it feel like the world would tear itself apart when you aren't with him?

Why him?

Because he's Mark Grayson.

You're first love and possibly your last. The dork next door that would listen to you rant or ramble in the middle of the night with all the attention on you, the boy who would catch a lizard for you in recess just because you called them cool despite how scared he was touching one, the boy next door who shows up and glues himself on you with every chance he gets and spends most of your summers locked in your room dozing off or playing video games.

That was Mark Grayson, and to him?

You are nothing but a best friend. His ride or die, the girl next door who listens to him ramble about the new release of seance dog, the one who would put him in stupid situations, the girl who has a questionable love interest on Todd.

And who are you to make you change his mind?

You made your bed along ago, you just refused to lie still in it.

You leaned yourself onto a tree, small, insecure, but you felt the most safe within it's small dome, its little sanctuary in the middle of nowhere. It took you a minute to calm down and realized you hadn't gone that far at all from the second oak tree and from the distance you can still see the first tree towering above the head of the rest of the planets in this world.

The smaller oak you leaned to was still growing to maturity, the seconds tree's roots intertwined with the smaller one just like the first one did.

There was no green shine in its body not even a minuscule of it, just a normal tree with a parent tree root embracing its child.

You sat down and scoots further on the small tree where you feel safe. Where you can drown yourself in your own emotions without the feeling of being judged.

You want Mark to be here,

You want your mom to be here,

You want to hear your dad,

You want to hear Debbie giggle,

You want to see Nolan give you his best awkward comfort smiles,

You miss William and his loud comments,

You miss everyone back home, they're probably all worried sick about you,

How do you even go back home?

When did you fall asleep?

Soft fingers strokes your face, it wiped the salted tears away and she whispered soothing words into your ears, Russian was a language your mother didn't bother teaching you, as to why you don't know yourself, this woman is unmistakably speaking Russian to you, whispering soft words of encouragement.

"Вы должны проснуться!"

"Не заканчивай здесь свою жизнь!"

"Приди ко мне, дитя мое!"

"Вот и всё, иди сюда, дорогая."

Why was half your body inside the tree?

She held your hands and pry's you away from the plant in desperation, gathering her strength and she held you close when you are thrown out of the tree's hollow inside. You breathe heavily and watched the tree you we're resting on shamefully closed, the imprint of your body fading slowly as if it understood its irrational behavior of consuming you was wrong and selfish.

You could have died back there, and yet a stranger saved you.

"T-thank you saving me..."

She was massive, not as near as the same physique as your mother, but she was almost the same build. She has sharp features like your mother however, almost creepily identical and you flinched when she furrows her brows in anger.

"О чем ты думал! У тебя есть желание умереть? Что тебя так беспокоит, что ты хочешь покончить с собой?"

"I, I'm sorry? Miss i don't understand what you're saying."

There was a long pause before she sighed, her shoulders slump in defeat, you watch her stand up and motion for you to follow, despite everything, something tells you to obey without further questions. Perhaps because she was human in a nonhuman world, your instincts screams to survive.

You walked behind her, glancing back at the tree that almost consumed you and shuddered. You could have died, you got too comfortable and ended up almost giving up your life and the oddest thing is, you don't even hold any sort of resentment towards it.

Your body slams to a stop when the mystery woman stood still, she points towards a hole on the ground, her face unreadable but serious in the way she spoke.

"Home."

Home? You step a little closer to the hole, it was an endless abyss down there and you're beginning to doubt that she was even here to help you, looking back at the woman, she crossed her arms and waits for you to jump in.

"I'm sorry but this doesn't look safe."

Maybe she speaks and understand minimal English that would explain how she seems to understand you to a certain level. She shakes her head and comes up to you just to jab her finger right where you're heart is.

"Return."

"Return?" You repeat and she nods.

"Return, home." She points back at the hole once more then at you.

"Sorry, I don't understand how this hole is going to bring me back to earth."

A frustrated huff left her lips, she chew the inside of her cheeks thinking, finding words she could convince you to jump, and you wait for her to speak, the more the silence grew the more you think you have to be on your own to find your way back home.

A spaceship would be great about now.

"You, soul, home, body, return."

"wh-"

You didn't even get to ask before she actually shoved you. You flail your arms around trying to catch anything to stop your fall, screaming as the orange sky began to disappear and the silhouette of your murderer fades.

Fuck your life.

You jolt from slumber. Mouth opened to scream but no noise did come out. What the hell did you dream about? You're then hit with a throbbing sensation in every part of your body.

Everything hurts. The pain you feel was like being struck by a truck going pass the speed limit down the road to end you, the mattress felt thin and stiff making you squirm and groan once your entire senses came back at full force.

You can make out the faint smell medicine wavering in the air, the bed would creaked on occasion if you shifted, your face was numbed with something clings onto your cheeks like sticker, your arms are no better, needles inserted in your veins and supplying you whatever nutrients you needed..

You felt dizzy when you sat up, and you're careful not to accidentally push the needle to where it shouldn't be. You felt nauseous and scared.

How long have you been out? What happened? Why are you in the hospital with these bandages wrapped around you?

Like a second truck coming out of nowhere to finish the job, you're hit with the last memories before you went unconscious out, you were alone underneath the bench and in the mercy of your own company, begging death not to take you, recalling Rebecca and her goons walk away from your body submerged in your own vomit, the way they laughed and tortured you.

You cried. Sobbing in your bruised hands as you let it all out. The agony they made you feel, how you felt pathetic and small while in their mercy as you took on their assault, blow after blow begging and crying out for help and mercy.

You hear the door open, you didn't stop your tears, nor try to shame the emotions you felt before your father went inside.

He froze on that doorway, his eyes red and tired. You felt bad for everyone, the pain they must have gone through just to wait for you to wake up, to know what happened.

It wasn't long before Nicolas held you in his arms, holding your head against his chest as he feel you tremble in his arms, crying to him, for your mother to hold you, to surround you in their presence, and Nicolas hushes you and kissing your head in comfort.

"I'm here,"

"You're safe, nothing is going to harm you now,"

"Let it all out, (Name)."

You drowned in his comfort, his smell, his voice, the way he sooth you in a tight embrace. You believe him, you survived in what you felt was death guiding you to the afterlife, surviving what felt like an eternity of torture, and he lets you cry, again and again.

Because you're his little girl.

And nothing will ever change that.

Not in a hundred years, not even millions.

So Nicolas didn't speak, he didn't stop you from crying, acknowledging what you went through, understanding his grounds as a father.

And for you it was enough.

Note: when i got bullied my dad just stared at me from across the room. All my crying must have went to his head because he told me to shut up and do the chores (he also threw a notebook at me)💀💀💀💀💀💀 GOD GIVE ME A DAD LIKE NICOLAS!!1!11! #copium #developeddaddyissueswithme

#yandere mark grayson x reader #idk how to tag this #mark grayson x reader #variant mark grayson #idk what im doing #idk man #variant!mark x reader #invincible x you

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 days ago

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How about a request for Ena? The reader is a cat-terpillar, which is to say, they're a big long fluffy entity, with a lot of limbs, essentially a caterpillar cat. They're big and soft and sweet, and very chill, meandering through life at a nice slow tempo. The personality of a nice warm mug of chamomile tea, or hot cocoa with mini marshmallows.

It would be nice to have a fic with them comforting Webseries!Ena after a rough day. Whatever format works best for you!

"Nyah...what a lovely day this is." With a small hum, you rested your chin on top of your two uppermost paws, curling up underneath the warm sun.

The weather was particularly nice today, with not a single rain rock floating in the sky, nor was there a storm cloud hanging around to dampen the atmosphere. But even if it did rain and thunder, it still wouldn't bother you in the slightest, as it's simply part of life.

Having wet fur and general feelings of discomfort weren't ideal, although you didn't worry, knowing that the sun will eventually shine down on you with its warmth once again. So what would be the use in stressing about things outside your control?

Unfortunately, the blue and yellow polygonal lady who was tracing shapes in the dirt beside you begged to differ, as she kept looking up at the clouds every now and then. It's like she was afraid it'll suddenly crack into pieces and fall onto her head.

"You think so? I disagwee." Her blue half mumbled, attracting your attention as you saw her bringing her knees to her chest. "My day's been awful from stawrt to finish..."

"Ah, I'm sorry to hear that, Ena." You look down at her.

Even though you had only met her a little while ago, she's comfortable enough to stay in your presence and even keep you company, which was always nice. Being a large cat-terpillar, many people were often scared of you until they discovered your personality greatly contrasts all appearances. You're sweet, kind, and mellow towards everyone you meet.

Ena was no different despite knowing about her species and the reputation they hold. She seemed lost, and so you invited her to sit and relax with you. Just to help her calm down before she got panic-striken.

Yet despite your best efforts, she still looked deeply saddened by something else. So much so that even her cheerful yellow half was frowning as she gazed up at you. "Tell me, kind stranger..perhaps you have a remedy for this predicament I'm in?" She leaned against your body, knowing you didn't mind your personal space being invaded.

Her way of speaking was most unique. A bit complex, but you understood that what she wanted was simple. "Meow..of course. Did you wanna talk, or-?"

"I don't know what I want anymowre!!" She instantly flipped into her sadder state, putting her head in her hands. "I just....feel like disappearwing!! Don't waste your bweath on someone as worthless as me! I'm mowre useful as a scwatching post! So go ahead and tear me apawrt!! Come on!! DO IT!!!"

You didn't do anything, instead letting a few moments pass before speaking. "Maybe...you'd like a hug instead?"

"....actually...yes." She sniffled, quieting down a little. "That sounds like a better idea...."

But when she tried to fully embrace you, she hit a roadblock: she had no idea where to put her arms.

No matter how far away they moved from her body, nowhere felt quite right. And while you were able to wrap a few pairs of your own arms around her torso, she couldn't do the same and felt the crushing weight of despair and stupidity washing over her.

Then the static waterworks began.

"Ohh, what's wrong with me??! I can't even hug you wright!! I really am useless!!" Burying her face into your neck, she just hiccupped and sobbed, her fingers clutching at your fur like a lifeline.

Normally, she'd be glitching and spinning out of control. But somehow you managed to help her physical form remain stable. A simple hug is all it took, and it's all that she needed in order to finally let that sadness out. So you just hushed her softly, not alarmed by her sudden and violent mood shifts in the slightest.

It's something she couldn't control, just like how you couldn't control your size or "scary" feline features. Why should you judge her for that when she never judged you?

"You aren't useless, my dear. There's no "right" way to hug someone. You have the intention, and that's enough. I don't get many of these, so....I appreciate this." A purr rumbled in your throat.

"Huh? Y-You...You bawely get hugs??!" Ena looked up at you, her white half displaying an utterly distraught expression. "But you're...you're so nice! What's wrong with other people??? Do they think you're too big to love or something?!!!! WHAT KIND OF CRUEL WORLD IS THIS??!!" Her more masculine voice screamed in outrage.

"That's a first..maybe I am "too big to love". But it's alright. I'm not worried about those other people. Just you right neow." You held her closely again, letting her cry some more. "Thank you for being so caring and considerate, Ena. You're a wonderful friend."

"Friend...? But...we've only met five minutes ago..."

"Have we really? Because it seems like we've known each other for longer." Patting her head, you smiled as her colors turned back to their normal tones. But you weren't going to let her go unless she did so first....and the poor girl was still clinging to you like you're the world's softest pillow.

Whatever she must've went through before meeting you had to have been terrible, but she did blubber something about a rude entity and tripping over a pebble.

You didn't interrupt once, allowing her to talk.

At that point, she suddenly remembered that she was on her way to an auction when she got lost and winded up on a serious of unfortunate misadventures leading to your location.

But maybe she was destined to find you and get these sad feelings off her chest.

Even so, you didn't like seeing her so troubled over missing the event. And that's when you came up with an idea after she dried her tears. "I think I know where that is. I was gonna go..but changed my mind. I don't like crowds too much. But now I have a reason to change it again."

"Wha...What do you mean?"

"I can provide you with transportation there so you don't lose your way again. Don't worry. For friends, it's free of charge." You wink, seeing her cheering up right away. "Only thing is that...we might get there a little late. I never like rushing to things."

"Oh I'm not worried about that! Auction Day is an all-day event!! How could I refuse such a generous service?" Her yellow side laughed, immediately climbing onto your back. But as soon as she got settled, she suddenly looked apprehensive, tilting her head. "Is this alright? I'm not too heavy?"

"Nope. You're as light as a polygonal feather." You chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll be safe up there, Ena."

"This is much appreciated, friend. But erm...you mind going slow? I tend to get motion sickness."

"That's fine by me. Now let's be on our way."

#clanask #anonymous #ena x reader #platonic #fluff #monster reader #hurt/comfort

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nikanyon · 2 days ago

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Operation: Make Him Jealous —Yuji Itadori

07. Break it before it breaks you -> 08. Just a game to you

It was stupid, maybe. Or maybe it was overdue.

The messages Nobara had sent you sat untouched for a few hours—left on read, just like the ones she sent Yuji. She had tried. She really had. But there was only so much one girl could do when both of her closest friends were hell-bent on pretending they didn’t care.

Eventually, one of you caved.

Or maybe it wasn’t caving—maybe it was just exhaustion. Maybe you were tired of avoiding the same hallway, tired of the awkward silences in the group chat, tired of catching your own reflection and remembering how your voice had shaken last time you saw him.

Either way, when Yuji texted “Can we talk?” You said “Fine.”

You met in the quad after class—public enough that neither of you could start yelling without drawing attention, but quiet enough to pretend it was neutral ground. The sky was overcast, and the wind tugged gently at the sleeves of your hoodie as you walked toward the bench near the steps, heart in your throat.

Yuji was already there. Sitting. Elbows on his knees, head low like he was already bracing himself.

You sat beside him without speaking.

He didn't look at you right away. "Nobara told me to talk to you."

You breathed out a soft, humorless laugh. "She told me the same."

Silence.

You picked at the seam of your sleeve, trying to bite back the unease pooling behind your ribs. "So, what are we doing? Clearing the air?"

Yuji glanced at you then, eyes tired. “I don’t know. Thought we should try.”

You nodded once. It should’ve been easy. Just say what you meant. But you didn’t know what that even was anymore.

It was awkward — that particular kind of awkward that comes from too many unspoken things hanging between two people who used to say everything. You almost left. But he spoke again.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your study date or anything.”

Your eyes snapped to him. “Study what?”

Yuji blinked like it was obvious. “Your date. With Yuta.”

You stared. “That wasn’t a date.”

He furrowed his brow, confused. “Megumi said it was.”

You felt heat rise in your chest. “And you just believed him?”

“I mean,” Yuji scratched the back of his neck, “you didn’t deny it—”

“Because it wasn’t a thing to deny!” you cut in, incredulous.

“So I was just supposed to watch you get all cozy with someone else and not say anything?”

“Cozy?” You laughed, bitter. “You really hear yourself right now? You showed up uninvited, sulked like a child, and now you’re mad about a fantasy you made up!”

He scoffed, taking a step back. “You’re mad I thought it was a date? Really?”

“No, Yuji,” you said, voice sharp, “I’m mad you let that assumption spiral into some weird passive-aggressive tantrum and now you’re standing here acting like I’m the one who’s crazy!”

He was already heated, but now his eyes narrowed, lips pressed in a thin line. “You’ve been picking fights since the second I walked in the café.”

“Only because you’ve been acting like I owe you something!”

“I never said that!”

You felt your voice rise, “every time I talk to someone else, you act like it’s personal. Like I’m deliberately trying to piss you off—”

“Because it feels like you are!”

You stared at him, stunned. “You think everything I do is about you? Yuji, not everything revolves around your ego.”

He laughed bitterly, stepping back. “And not everything I do is meant to hurt you, but you sure act like it.”

“Maybe because it does.”

The words bounced between you, louder than either of you expected. You both stood still, the quiet afterward tense enough to crack glass. It felt like breathing was suddenly harder.

The silence that followed your argument didn’t cool anything down. If anything, it made it worse. Every breath felt like it could tip things over again. And still, neither of you backed down.

Then, at the exact same time, not planned, not rehearsed, just inevitable, you both said it.

“Maybe we should just end this.”

Not because either of you wanted it. But because it was easier to say it than to admit you didn’t mean it.

Your throat went dry. You hadn’t even meant to say it. Or maybe you had. Maybe it had been sitting just behind your teeth this whole time, waiting for the moment it would finally hurt less to say it than to keep holding it back.

But the worst part wasn’t that you said it.

It was that he did too.

Like he’d already thought it. Like he beat you to it.

Like you’d both been bracing for this to fall apart — and now that it had, neither of you wanted to be the last one still hoping it wouldn’t.

Yuji looked away first, jaw tight. “Right. Okay.”

“Yeah,” you said softly. “Okay.”

You stood there for a moment more, like the air might offer you something to say that didn’t feel like the end.

But it didn’t. You turned and walked away first this time, and he didn’t follow.

#jjk smau #yuji smau #itadori yuji smau #high school au #no curses au #friends to lovers #jujutsu kaisen

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thegingerwrites · 1 day ago

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i'm safe behind the parts you haven't touched

by thegingerwrites

obikin, E, 18k oneshot

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, Top Obi-Wan Kenobi/Bottom Anakin Skywalker, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Weight Gain, Anakin Skywalker Leaves the Jedi Order, Background Anidala divorce, Mutual Pining, Frottage, Coming In Pants, Multiple Orgasms

Summary:

Obi-Wan opens the door and there he is. Anakin. Like no time has passed at all. Anakin could have just come back from a training session with Ahsoka, here to ask if Obi-Wan wants to join him for dinner in the refectory. But then Obi-Wan takes in Anakin’s set of civilian clothes, his brown jacket and dark blue tunic, the tight-fitting brown pants with multiple sets of pockets along his thighs, and thick-soled boots. No, things aren’t so familiar after all. Anakin left. The war was over. Palpatine was dead. And so he left in order to be a husband to his wife and a father to his children. Obi-Wan has had four years to come to terms with that fact. To heal from the war and move on as a good Jedi should. But when they run into each other by pure coincidence, is it any wonder neither of them can let go?

I posted a snippet of this fic a little while ago when I was really deep in my feelings about Obi-Wan and Anakin in an AU where they avert the end of RotS but Anakin leaves the order. I also wanted to explore a bit of weight gain as a sign of healing here and the intersection of those two ideas became this fic!

Here's another excerpt from when they finally meet again after four years apart:

“Obi-Wan.”

He would know that voice anywhere. He hasn’t heard it in four years.

It comes from behind him. Meaning that he could keep going, pretend he hasn’t heard and walk away. That would certainly be the smart choice, if cowardly, but Obi-Wan has nothing to do with this man anymore. And wouldn’t it be justice of a sort, to leave him the way he left Obi-Wan?

But Obi-Wan has never been able to walk away from Anakin Skywalker.

He turns and sees Anakin. For the first time in four years. His hair glints golden in the mid-day sunlight and the lines on his face are a little deeper. Everything and nothing at all has changed since they last met.

Almost in unison, the way they used to match each other step for step, they inhale and open their mouths as if to say something. But what do you say to someone you used to speak to every day? When time and distance couldn’t give you the words you needed to say, how do you find them in an instant, out of the blue?

Then someone shrieks, runs into his leg and grabs on, followed by another person on his opposite leg. Two children, the same height, one with blond hair and the other brunette, cling giggling to his legs.

“Luke,” Obi-Wan murmurs. “And Leia.”

Obi-Wan only knows of the twins in the abstract. He knew they existed, knew they were part of the reason Anakin left the Order, but he has never met them, never even seen a holo. At the sound of their names, they both look up at him with wide grins on their faces. Leia is missing one of the teeth at the front of her smile. When Obi-Wan notices them in the Force, the sensation of them nearly takes his breath away. Together, they are a match for Anakin, his brightness, his ferocity. They glow. And it is a wonder Obi-Wan didn’t see them sooner.

He kneels down to get a better look at them. Now he sees it, the pieces of their mother and father, glimpses in their eyes or the set of their mouths, the way that they move. Too many and too familiar to Obi-Wan for him to count.

“I told you he knew us, Daddy!” Leia tells her father. She wraps her arms around Obi-Wan possessively, like someone might try to take him away.

“I knew him too!” Luke insists, mirroring his sister’s embrace on Obi-Wan’s other side. “He felt…he felt fum—f—”

“Familiar,” Obi-Wan offers, feeling a little breathless.

Luke’s face brightens like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. “Yeah! You felt familiar in the Force.”

Obi-Wan blinks. Because of course Luke could sense him. Of course he can sense the bond that used to exist between him and Anakin or perhaps he can envision what Obi-Wan must look like in the Force based on stories Anakin has told or stars, maybe he has a memory of Obi-Wan’s Force signature from before he was born. There is no telling what impossible feat of Force connection Anakin’s children might be capable of.

Leia crosses her arms. “I felt it too.”

“Of course you did,” Obi-Wan says. The two of them are entirely untrained or at least they feel that way in the Force. They are bright and powerful, undoubtedly, but there is no control there. Anakin has given them the vocabulary for what he knew as fact from the moment he was born but none of the tools Obi-Wan tried to teach him make sure that he was guided by his power rather than carried away by it.

“Daddy just picked us up from school,” Luke tells him. “We were on our way to get milkshakes!”

“Were you now?” Obi-Wan pulls back to get a better look at them without extricating himself fully from their grasp. He gets to his feet once again but the two of them refuse to oblige him by letting go completely. Luke has the edge of his tabards clutched in one of his small fists. And Obi-Wan finds he has no real desire to leave them so soon now that he has them.

“Mmhmm,” Leia hums. “I’m going to get chocolate!”

“An excellent choice.”

“You could come,” Anakin suggests, his voice unreadable. Four years and Obi-Wan has lost the ability to read him. To know his emotions better than his own. But then again, perhaps he was always kidding himself if he ever believed that was true.

It isn’t that Obi-Wan forgot that Anakin was standing there, watching them. That isn’t possible. But having this many Skywalkers in front of him after so long without is too much. Overwhelming. Obi-Wan doesn’t like to think of himself as a coward but he desperately wants to run.

“I can’t,” he manages.

“We’re on our way to Dex’s,” Anakin tries again. “The twins have never been.”

“I’m afraid I was just there for lunch.” Obi-Wan palms the side of his belly and it is a reminder that he has a body, that he still inhabits it, despite the way his head is swimming.

“You could sit with us while the kids have their shakes—”

“—I said, no.” The sharpness of Obi-Wan’s voice surprises even himself. “I have responsibilities to attend to back at the Temple. I went to Dex’s more for business rather than pleasure.” None of which is strictly true but Anakin does not need to know that.

But Anakin has never been one to settle for less than he wants. And the word ‘no’ always seemed to hit his ear like a challenge instead of a refusal. Or perhaps he did manage to learn one lesson from Obi-Wan after all of those years together. He has all of the negotiating prowess of a blaster bolt.

“We should talk,” Anakin says. “Get drinks or have dinner some time.”

“I’m not on Coruscant very often these days.”

“Some time soon, then.”

Obi-Wan takes a breath, long and slow. He keeps his expression utterly neutral but he knows despite his best efforts at hiding just how much Anakin can read his exasperation. His lips lift a little, still pink and expressive though they are not quite as plush as they once were. There is a smugness there in his expression. Anakin knows he has worn him down.

He can’t keep fighting while maintaining his composure. They are in public. Anakin’s children are still standing there at his feet. He can’t take Anakin apart the way he might if they were alone. He can’t say all of the things he has wrestled with and thought about saying since Anakin left.

Perhaps they should meet.

“You know where to find me,” Obi-Wan says instead. Because while his missions take him away from Coruscant much of the time, his address at the Temple has never changed. His comm code is the same. Anakin is the one who walked away and never looked back.

Anakin nods. “I do.”

He gathers up the twins, bending down a little to take both of their hands. Luke rushes over to give Obi-Wan’s leg another hug before they go. Leia waves at him furiously as they head off to Dex’s.

“He’s so round, Daddy,” Obi-Wan hears Luke say to Anakin. “I bet he gives really good hugs.”

“Better than my hugs?” Anakin asks.

Luke hums considering. “I don’t know. I’ll have to do a test!”

“Are we going to see Obi-Wan again?” asks Leia.

They round the corner and are out of sight before Obi-Wan hears the answer.

#obikin #obikin fic #anakin x obi wan #aniobi #obi wan x anakin #my fic

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magicwhiskers29 · 1 day ago

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ABSOLUTELY correct here. Touching base on pretty much all the points I made that one time I wrote Flora propaganda for the canon misogyny victims tournament… The thing is, the reason everyone is quite so misogynistic towards Flora, especially with those ‘jokes’ in UF about her not being able to cook (“a woman that can’t cook?” the writers say, how hilarious!) , and the whole “haha she’d angry that we keep abandoning her, how silly”/“lmao woman complaining get a load of this Luke”, is because of the writers’ biases, yes, but like you say, that doesn’t mean we should just dismiss them as existing purely outside of canon, because no, Layton still said and did those things in canon.

If we want to examine his character on a deeper level, then we have to take into consideration his misogynistic attitudes in the same way we have to consider the dissonance of Flora sneaking out to follow Layton and Luke multiple times and Flora getting kidnapped multiple times. Layton is a man who cares deeply for others, but he is also someone who uses his trauma to justify misogynistic treatment of the women in his life. It’s not malicious, but there’s a reason so many of his “It’s the duty of a true gentleman to help a lady in need” type statements often come across as very disrespectful. Why do you specific only women, Layton? I know you want to protect people in general, Layton, so why do you so often only speak out about it being duty when it’s a woman in trouble? Why is it personal for other men, but duty for women? Rhetorical questions of course, because once again, yes, it is written around the writers’ attitudes, but Layton as a character still does hold these views. He views women as people who it’s his duty to protect, and thus feels responsible for Claire and Aurora in a way that carries through to his treatment of Flora.

Both Baron Reinhold and Layton did mean well for Flora, and I don’t doubt that they both genuinely cared for her and wanted to protect her, but they both objectified her and saw her as a representation of the women they’d lost in their pasts, and in doing so, hurt her. Keeping Flora locked at home, whether that be in her tower or in Layton’s home, just makes her even more susceptible to the kinds of harm that both of them are afraid of coming to her, because it both fosters the kinds of attitudes which encourage Flora to behave recklessly and more in line with the kinds of behaviours that led to Claire and Aurora’s deaths (curiosity and the pursuit of learning in Claire’s case, and a desire to see and help the world she was isolated from in Aurora’s) as well as keeping her naive to the actual dangers that those behaviours bring. The difference between Claire and Aurora and Flora is that Claire knew the machine was dangerous but wanted to test it anway because she cared about her work, and Aurora knew that bargaining with the Azran would cost her life but did it anyway because she loved humanity and the new world, whilst Flora very genuinely does not understand the sorts of dangers she could be in until she’s directly confronted with them because the authority figures in her life never thought she ought to know about them.

Misogyny runs through the treatment of Flora in universe, because the male authority figures she has looked at her and only saw other women that they used to know. They were often fundamentally incapable of seeing her as her own person as opposed to the manifestations of those who they had lost. Baron Reinhold potentially just wanted a good life for her, but for someone whose parallels to her mother are so frequently highlighted, I have no doubt that he remembered Lady Viola just looking at and that he locked her in her box of a tower like a fairytale princess because if she never faces the outside non-idealistic world, she never faces the kinds of dangers that killed her mother. Does anyone ever think how she lives in a village full of robots who can’t get actually sick whilst both her parents died of illness? And Layton meets her, a mysterious girl with an affinity for puzzles, surrounded by robots, and left as a prize in a treasure hunt, fresh after losing Aurora (and only months before losing Claire again) and reacts out fear of Azran Legacy repeating itself. He refuses her agency so she can’t have agency to die like the other women he sees her as.

But as many people have pointed out, Layton’s not like this with Luke. Luke surely does still remind him of Aurora and Emmy, but his reaction to needing to keep Luke safe is to keep him at his side where he can do that personally, by the time of the original trilogy. Luke and Emmy start by not taking “stay away” as an answer, and then Layton never updates his behaviour towards Luke to accommodate for new fears because he sees Luke as his own person that he wants to spend time with in a way I don’t think he quite does with Flora.

I do think he cares for her, but more… in an object kind of way. In the sense that he can feel pride for her, but like a particularly special possession, like a shaped piece of gold, he’d rather take care of her by locking her back up in a box. He can’t disconnect his sense of duty or his trauma over the losses of prominent women in his life from Flora, who’s entirely disconnected from any of that and likely doesn’t even know about it because he never told her, and even in UF, no one bothers to keep her up to date, and so she suffers for it. So he just leaves her. He feels awkward trying to connect with her, so he just leaves her be where she’s safe and he’s not in a position to have to. Where he doesn’t have to see her get mad and actually challenge his views on her and why he’s doing her harm.

I can’t entirely remember if I have seen people dismissing Layton’s misogyny as simply Level5’s or not, but regardless, I absolutely agree with you and think that the text is much more interesting when you exactly take into account what the characters come out looking like when still considering the writers’ biases being put into them. I’m quite sure I’ve had a few conversations to this effect with River before, and well… Yeah, I clearly still have thoughts. (They might have just festered a little as I’ve gotten further and further down the Flora rabbit hole. I swear I do like Hershel; I just struggle to really take his side, even if I understand it, when it comes to Flora)

(And ahhhh, hello??? My fics mentioned?? Funnily enough, I think I might have touched on the the Aurora stuff specifically in the fic you mentioned :p Been a couple of years but the idea’s still on my mind. Or, well, since writing ghost au, Flora and Aurora have never really left my mind, but I digress. This isn’t technically a ghost au post.)

I know I’ve certainly thought about who Flora reminds them both of and I know I’m not alone in that… Happy Flora Friday!

#professor layton #flora reinhold #azran legacy spoilers #unwound future spoilers #curious village spoilers #whiskers rambles #I did not mean to type a whole post up about this but oh well #I keep writing analyses to procrastinating on writing fics atm 😞#also I might have been harsher on Layton than usual here but oh well #debated @ing river but if xe wants to xe’ll see this anyway <3 #self rb

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study-diaries · 1 day ago

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Things I Wish Teachers Would Understand

I have a life outside of school. I may be going through health problems or mental health issues or family troubles or financial issues. Literally, I can name so many things and of course, you won't consider it because the only thing you notice is that how I've not done my homework or how I got low grades in my exams.

Grades don't define me. Or my efforts. Or my self-worth. Just because I get high grades doesn't mean I'm more smart or disciplined. And just because I get low grades doesn't mean I'm dumb or lazy.

Mental health issues are real. Really real. And they are hard to deal with.

Learning disabilities are also real. You can't just get out of it. Working hard doesn't fix it. It's a real issue.

Being an introvert is not bad. IT IS NOT BAD. Period. I do not have to speak more in class to prove that I'm paying attention. It just means that I do not want to speak. I'm fine with being quiet.

I can forget things. I can forget that assignment that was due, I can forget to do the homework. And I can definitely forget about the test.

The things you say matters. Even if it is sarcasm. Even if it is a dismissal. Sometimes, it makes me stay up late at night. Sometimes it just stays with me throughout the day. So, yes. You should speak a bit more carefully.

Grades don't show my full effort. Sometimes, I try so hard and I still don't get it right. And when you say that I should try harder? That does shatter a small part of me, not because you told me that, it just makes me feel that I'm the one who's damn stupid and that no matter how much effort I put in the work, it doesn't matter if the grades are not there.

As a student, I will of course prefer some subjects over the others. It is not a personal attack. And it is not an invitation for you to tell me something sarcastic about it.

Calling out a student on their mistakes in front of the whole class or our juniors or seniors or any other teachers is not okay. It's embarrassing to us and makes us feel bad.

Small praise does mean something. Honestly. I remember every good thing a teacher told me because I'll be honest, most don't say very nice things.

Please don't try to force things on us. Whether it be competitions, extracurriculars or anything really. It doesn't feel good.

And if there are some students who misbehave? That doesn't mean the whole class is bad. And no, collective punishments don't help.

I also appreciate when you try. Like, really. I respect you because you teach dozens of classes a day and still show up to our classes with neutral moods. You have a lot of patience for dealing with us.

I really appreciate your stories, advice and the small tips that you give about life now and then. It helps. And yes, I do remember.

I also feel that sometimes that both our expectations come crashing down. You expect us to do good. We expect you to be supportive and passionate. And it's okay to let go of your expectations sometimes.

And I know you have stresses too. You, too, have health problems, mental health issues and family issues, financial issues. I know you have the pressure of making everyone pass through the year and delivering good grades. And I have to say, I understand you. I really do.

I'm writing this because I've had so many teachers expect so much from me. And I'll be honest, that pressure broke me. Seriously broke me. I also respect teachers a lot, but it also doesn't mean I appreciate their behaviors or actions. You make up the world that we currently live in and I say this, not just as a student but as a person.

(P.S. This has been in my drafts from a long time. This was like peak exam + pressure + stress season, so don't mind the not so small rant. And no, I don't have a personal grudge against teachers.)

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svt-charlotte · 2 days ago

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CHARLOTTE X VOCAL UNIT ·˚ ༘ ┊͙

⋆.˚ ★— RELATIONSHIPS WITH VOCAL UNIT

HHU : PFU

CHARLOTTE + JEONGHAN = CHAEHAN

ever since Charlotte first stepped into that green room, her and Jeonghan have been exceptionally close. having to adjust to a totally new country took a huge toll on Lottie, having Jeonghan there just gave her the laugh that she never knew she needed.

it’s honestly crazy because the only thing that these two have in common is their love for cheating. but that obviously was enough for them to become basically two peas in a pod.

they have overall a trusting but playful relationship. Jeonghan is also one of the few ( many ) members who tolerates Chaerin’s insane attitude. bringing out the inner Jeonghan in him, he’ll give her the same attitude, and maybe even with a teensy bit more of sass.

even though there dynamic is all about being cheeky and fun, Charlotte knows for a fact that she can always trust Jeonghan with giving good advice. and it’s the same for Jeonghan, he may be the therapist for Seventeen, but when he needs advice for himself, Chaerin’s the person he goes to.

don’t even get me started on how much Lottie loves Hannie’s hair. the second she is within arms length of his hair, she’s immediately playing with it.

CHARLOTTE + JOSHUA = SHUARIN

The literal definition of COUPLE GOALS!

pretty sure that Joshua knew that he wanted Charlotte the moment he set eyes on her. Chaerin on the other hand, took awhile to realize her feelings for him. let’s just say there was a whole bunch of denial…

when first coming to Korea, Joshua very quickly befriended Charlotte. it was just natural because they both spoke English. Charlotte, knowing Korean better than Josh, is one of the reasons why he’s able to speak the language fluently today as she helped him practice ALL THE TIME back then.

Joshua tends to show his affection through his acts of service, massaging Lottie’s shoulders when she’s sore, cooking her food when she’s too tired to. she basically has him wrapped around her finger, and all of Seventeen knows that Joshua would quite literally do anything to ensure her happiness.

Charlotte is one with her words, cheering him on during GoSe, using encouraging statements when she knows that Joshua is at his lowest. she likes to call herself his personal cheerleader.

they are BIG on pda, like I mean holding hands at all times. the members find it incredibly cringey that they are on each other 24/7.

Carats are IN LOVE with this duo. any time that they are caught in public or during concerts being all lovey dovey, they are SCREAMING. fans absolutely love seeing them together.

CHARLOTTE + WOOZI = CHARHOON

Charlotte is soooo teasing towards Woozi, like because of his kind of quiet attitude, she’s always trying to teasingly match his energy. and it’s honestly just been like that since they were trainees, the second Lottie met Jihoon she just knew that he wasn’t the talkative type.

for example, he would be standing in the corner during dance practice trying to look all nonchalant, and Chaerin would march over, mirroring his same expression and pose.

Woozi is someone who tends to keep his thoughts to himself, but when around Charlotte he feels like he can tell her anything. he would describe her as a very understanding person ( if she wasn’t so teasing ).

these two are literally musical geniuses, everyone knows that Jihoon is the main producer of Seventeen, but nobody knows that Lottie came up with some of the catchy melodies in their songs. and Chaerin being Chaerin, she lets him take ALL the credit.

they LOVE learning how to play new instruments together ( it’s usually only Woozi doing the learning ).

CHARLOTTE + DK = SEOKCHAE

LITERALLY SUNSHINE X SUNSHINE! these two are so much alike personality wise, except Charlotte will admit that Dokyeom has a better sense of humor.

they both possess the talent of making EVERYONE happy.

AND their adlibs are INSANE! bonus points if Seungkwan joins in!

a lot of Carats say that DK is Lottie’s biggest fan, and it honestly is like that. he may be older than her, but he tends to look up to her most of the time.

these two are NEVER serious, like during serious meetings with the company where they aren’t supposed to be laughing, the second they make eye contact they’ll burst out into giggles. because of this, they are forced to sit on opposite sides of the room.

they often have conversations about the most random things. like other members will be talking about the comeback, but they’ll be somewhere in a corner talking about giraffes.

“Seokminnie, you are tall like a giraffe.”

“I like giraffes.”

CHARLOTTE + SEUNGKWAN = CHARKWAN

Seungkwan and Charlotte have the biggest love hate relationship known to man. like one minute they’ll be praising each other’s voices, but the next Lottie will be chasing him around the dorm because he ate the last popsicle.

from afar they look like the duo who’s says, “we don’t judge at all.” and then continues to give the nastiest looks.

Kwan and Chaerin both have LOTS of friends in the industry. they basically know everyone, so whenever Charlotte’s at a hang out with other idols, Seungkwan also happens to be there.

KARAOKE DUO!! you so will be catching them singing together at 2 am in the morning.

they are the biggest Gfriend fans ever. every time Viviz has a concert? these two will definitely be there singing their hearts out.

the two are also very talkative. usually there’s a talker and a listener within a duo, but these two? they are always talking and often get way to deep into conversation during practice, forcing Hoshi to yell at them to lock back in.

☆⋆｡ CHARLOTTE-WORLD MASTERLIST 𖦹°‧★

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thecircularsystem · 3 days ago

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"Anti-Recovery"

The words "anti-recovery" are thrown around a lot in system spaces -- typically to tell people what to do and what to not do in their own recoveries. Ignoring just how blatantly inappropriate that is (I don't feel anyone on tumblr is posting as someones personal medical team), I want to discuss what those words actually mean to me.

Anti-recovery, to me, is something that gets in the way of an individual's recovery. Pretty straightforward. And, by that same token, this means that there is no way to label something as completely, no matter what, anti-recovery. Sure, you can speak up about things that are usually anti-recovery! But you cannot say, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that something is anti-recovery, because everyone will recover in different ways. Recovery looks different for everyone!

Let's tackle a few common ones. This got rambly and enormous, so bear with me.

Purposefully splitting, or splitting a lot is anti-recovery.

Splitting in CDD systems is largely a coping mechanism. It is done to help cope with situations. Whether the person has control over the split or not is of no consequence; what matters is their distress level. If splitting helps bring an individual's distress down, then inherently, that is going to be better for them -- and if it keeps them alive, then it's vital.

When we (purposefully, in a way) split Debra, our distress got so, so much worse in many ways. It absolutely impacted our recovery negatively, because we were not in a position to handle those emotions... but on the the other hand, splitting Debra kept me from killing myself. I would rather be distressed than dead.

It is possible for a coping mechanism to be unhealthy, of course -- just look at syscourse for many individuals! But unhealthy is not the same as anti-recovery. Unhealthy means it is hurtful for the individual; but harm reduction is an aspect of recovery in many cases.

Celebrating splitting is anti-recovery.

Connected to the above idea, celebrating splits can definitely be unhealthy for some people! It could be anti-recovery for some people -- and for others, it may be incredibly healthy and help aid in recovery.

In our system, celebrating our splits has led to them feeling welcomed, loved, and valued -- which, in turn, helped them to integrate further with us. Trying to push away that split, or complaining about splitting, or even resenting the part for coming into existence... that's resentment toward my own self. That's distress, caused my self-loathing. That definitely would not help me recover!

Being miserable about your disorder is anti-recovery.

This disorder is difficult to live with. You are allowed to be upset about the hurdles you must jump over, particularly when others do not have to jump over those hurdles. You are allowed to be frustrated with how hard life can be!

Looking at someone else’s misery and insisting they are hurting themselves by being miserable is not your place. They likely would also like to not be miserable! Give them that space to recover.

Even hating your parts can be part of your recovery process. I’m not saying it’s healthy; for us, it was absolutely anti-recovery. It hurt us, and stopped us from continuing in recovery. But it was also part of my process of survival; if I accepted all of my parts outright, it would’ve meant confronting my trauma head on — which would’ve been more anti-recovery in the moment.

Identifying with sources is anti-recovery.

Identifying with source is already such a vague statement as it is. Do you mean something similar to kinning? Do you mean using the name of the character you interjected from? Do you mean considering source memories as real?

Whatever you mean — it can be helpful for that individual. And it can even vary by part! For us, for instance, some of our introjects relate far more heavily with source. Some of our introjects abandoned source ASAP. Some are in the middle.

Our introjects who separated fully from source benefit from it because it gives them the opportunity to view themselves as their own person; they started to form their own identity and ideals, and can continue that work easily. Our introjects who relate heavily to source benefit from it because they process the pseudomemories they have and the source trauma, and apply those lessons to our life; accepting their trauma as real and impacting us has led to us processing our trauma through their lens.

Allowing your system members to individualize is anti-recovery.

This goes along with the, “you must admit you’re just one person” mentality; the idea that accepting personhood and having your own identity is somehow harmful.

Identifying strictly as different people with no connection to one another was harmful for me. But it’s not harmful for everyone. By the same token, thinking of ourselves only as parts, just fragmented pieces of a single personality, also was harmful for me. It’s not harmful for everyone.

Allowing my system members to individualize physically — packers for the men, jewelry for those who like it, personal clothing or aesthetic pieces that help folks feel more like themselves — makes them comfortable enough to exist, front, and most of all, talk to the rest of us (and my therapist). Allowing them to individualize personally — different hobbies, rooms innerworld, and beliefs — helps them to feel closer together and more integrated.

I just exist. I’m not even “allowing” things — I’m just here. And so are hundreds of others who also don’t view this as an anti-recovery sentiment.

Intentional dissociation or barriers to integration are anti-recovery.

Intentionally raising barriers between ourselves meant I could no longer access memories I was torturing myself with, which other parts split to handle.

Intentionally raising barriers between ourselves meant our ace parts no longer were co-conscious anytime we fuck, feeling much more at ease.

Intentionally raising barriers between ourselves meant we now also intentionally began reaching out, talking to one another and purposefully seeking integration — rather than feeling pulled along outside of our control.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ feels recovery centered to me! And it is for many others!

And so much more!

Genuinely, there’s so many more. I could get into littlescourse, dignity of risk, everything.

At the end of the day: all of the things above could be anti-recovery. You can be so miserable that you prevent yourself from healing. You can be so dissociated that you prevent yourself from healing. You can be splitting so frequently that you cannot heal.

But there’s cases where those things can also help someone’s recovery.

Please: don’t deal in absolutes. What works for your system might not work for others.

#syscourse #sysconversation #diamonds are a boys best friend #I was going to tag more but I’m super sick today #so take this

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zorilleerrant · 3 days ago

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Well, I can't speak for everyone, but a lot of my complaints aren't any of the ones listed here, so I thought I might run through a few of them. First and foremost is the fact that chatgpt etc. don't work. They don't do the thing they're supposed to do.

Machine translation, while wonky, has consistently gotten better since its introduction, and tends to translate the gist of what's being said. It's not always entirely right, but the ways in which it's wrong are noticeable and fixable to a professional translator, whereas the inaccuracies and inconsistencies in the chatbots can take professionals in that field hours to track down and either correct or debunk (as seen with, say, false legal cases).

Similarly, text-to-speech pronounces most words correctly, and even incorrectly pronounced words are identifiable. Mispellings are also identifiable when read allowed, and capture much of the same nuance as intended when written. And while the various anti-AI art tools apparently aren't doing much to deter AI, they are pixelating the images exactly as promised.

(Coding tools are different. They don't do any of the work they're supposed to, and people who rely on them piss their fellow programmers off more than any other coworker. Nobody should ever use these for any reason. If you want to look at bad code to fix just ask an intern to wing it or something.)

Another thing to talk about is less copyright infringement - which is fraught in different ways - and closer to trademark infringement or impersonation as a topic. In the same way many people feel violated by deepfakes of their face or voice, people feel violated by others intentionally copying their artstyles. Sometimes people present these as if they're the originator of the style, even claiming credit over the artist's original works, or claim to be that artist (as with the deepfakes); more likely they just don't specify anything and allow their audience to assume some affiliation.

In the same way reposting people's art generates engagement for people other than the artist, this can impact people's livelihoods as well as being incredibly demoralizing. It's much less likely for someone to associate machine translation or text-to-speech with an specific individual this way. This is why we're seeing more of a pushback against large repositories that do imply their audiobooks are associated with fan creators and webnovelists in some way, sometimes even claiming the rights were sold.

Another problem that I have with generative AI that's not necessarily with the AI itself, but the culture surrounding it, is that people don't double check. With machine translation, people either use it to translate a message and then reply back (so they get feedback if the translation is wrong) or they put out a call for native speakers to check over their translation. With text-to-speech, people listen to see if the result is understandable.

With auto-generated captions? No one is checking those, and so people complain about them all the time. With summaries of news items? No one is checking those, and so people complain about them all the time. With asking for legal, medical, and life advice? People aren't even getting a second opinion, and they end up doing really ridiculous things, and so everyone complains about them all the time. People are sending in assignments and writing messages and all kinds of things without even reading what they 'wrote'. It's very different from looking things over to the best of your ability, even when your ability is limited.

Also - and this is a personal thing - I once read an article about how watching a whole TV show was a waste of time. How people should optimize their hobbies to be something like sports, which only takes a few minutes a week because all you have to do is look up the scores instead of wasting time watching anything. It said that everyone should always be on the grind, and taking time for fun should be minimized to fifteen minutes a week. (It also suggested having children would fit in that category.) So anything that takes on that mindset immediately sets my head aflame.

And what are people using chatgpt and co to do, now? They're using it to summarize books and movies they can't take the time to try out. They're using it to shorthand their communication with family and friends. They're using it to skip to the end of other people's creative endeavors, regardless of whether those artists would actually make those choices (and with absolutely no regard to why). They're using it to minimize joy for the sake of efficiency.

Anon's explanation:

I’m curious because I see a lot of people claiming to be anti-AI, and in the same post advocating for the use of Glaze and Artshield, which use DiffusionBee and Stable Diffusion, respectively. Glaze creates a noise filter using DiffusionBee; Artshield runs your image through Stable Diffusion and edits it so that it reads as AI-generated. You don’t have to take my work for it. Search for DiffusionBee and Glaze yourself if you have doubts. I’m also curious about machine translation, since Google Translate is trained on the same kinds of data as ChatGPT (social media, etc) and translation work is also skilled creative labor, but people seem to have no qualms about using it. The same goes for text to speech—a lot of the voices people use for it were trained on professional audiobook narration, and voice acting/narration is also skilled creative labor. Basically, I’m curious because people seem to regard these types of gen AI differently than text gen and image gen. Is it because they don’t know? Is it because they don’t think the work it replaces is creative? Is it because of accessibility? (and, if so, why are other types of gen AI not also regarded as accessibility? And even then, it wouldn’t explain the use of Glaze/Artshield)

Additional comments from anon:

I did some digging by infiltrating (lurking in) pro-AI spaces to see how much damage Glaze and other such programs were doing. Unfortunately, it turns out none of those programs deter people from using the ‘protected’ art. In fact, because of how AI training works, they may actually result in better output? Something about adversarial training. It was super disappointing. Nobody in those spaces considers them even a mild deterrent anywhere I looked. Hopefully people can shed some light on the contradictions for me. Even just knowing how widespread their use is would be informative. (I’m not asking about environmental impact as a factor because I read the study everybody cited, and it wasn’t even anti-AI? It was about figuring out the best time of day to train a model to balance solar power vs water use and consumption. And the way they estimated the impact of AI was super weird? They just went with 2020’s data center growth rate as the ‘normal’ growth rate and then any ‘extra’ growth was considered AI. Maybe that’s why it didn’t pass peer review... But since people are still quoting it, that’s another reason for me to wonder why they would use Glaze and Artshield and everything. That’s why running them locally has such heavy GPU requirements and why it takes so long to process an image if you don’t meet the requirements. It’s the same electricity/water cost as generating any other AI image.)

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crownmemes · 7 hours ago

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Assassin Sentences, Vol. 3

(Sentences for interactions with assassins. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"If I'm going to do this job, I need to know what it is I'm dealing with."

"You don't get the tell me who to kill."

"Why don't you kill him? You could always say that it was me."

"Hunting a man is no great thing. They're slow and predictable, and they can be found always where their appetites lead them."

"I know how these people think; I'm a trained killer myself."

"Speak again and I will shoot you in the head."

"Isn't ordinary death exciting enough for you?"

"Where do you want to be shot?"

"Look, I'm for killing whoever needs killing, but it's not going to make you feel any better."

"What are you worried about? If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already."

"I've never felt as alive as I did when I was killing him."

"Tell me what to do, then I will tell you my price."

"You do this a lot? Go places and think about killing?"

"You've never done that before, have you? Taken a person's life?"

"It's a shame. You came all this way and you didn't get to kill anybody."

"Listen, I have just left a very enjoyable evening with some old friends to come and murder a hired contract killer for you, so let's tone down the judgement a tad, shall we?"

"Technically, you killed him."

"You just can't go around killing people!"

"I really want to apologise for, you know, the massive crime I've committed."

"It's not very smart to piss off a guy who thinks about killing people for a living."

"Once you take a life, there's nothing like it."

"I'm a shooter, not a spy - I don't usually solve problems with my people skills."

"Because I murder with will and not like a blind animal, you think me a monster. Yet, how many corpses have you left in your wake?"

"So, you're going to teach me how to be a coldhearted killer?"

"You know that I'd never take that job... Unless the money was really good."

"Death excites you, doesn't it?"

"I'd invite you up into the office, but there were two dead bodies hanging about until about an hour ago."

"Do you think that one more corpse means anything to me?"

"Did you kill him with your hands?"

"What do you think about when you think about killing?"

"Can you kill them all with one pistol?"

"I regret everyone I kill."

"Killing him would be more trouble than it's worth."

"I am, as you know, no stranger to killing."

"Despite my reputation, I really don't approve of collateral damage."

"Are you worried I'm going to shoot him or something?"

"If you don't have a code in this job, then you have nothing."

"This may come as a surprise to you, but I still fear death."

"I think if you wanted to kill me, you'd have done it already."

"Murder's not what it used to be."

"If anything in this life is certain, if history has taught us anything, it's that you can kill anyone."

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #assorted;#criminal;

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neighbourhoodspidey · 1 day ago

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gn reader and taissa turner

a/n: half of this was written while feeling lightheaded on the plane in my notes app but i was listening to “the days” by notion and felt inspired so it is loosely based on that. i also wanted to write something concerning taissa. i’ll kept it light but it’s also inspired on what van told taissa about her being gay and the internet’s reaction to it, and the complications of being a gay woc in the nineties. this one is a bit new compared to all of the other things i’ve ever written so good luck enjoy reading leave any feedback spam random facts and letsgooo

w/c: 3.7 ish k words. like it was close to 3.700 (i still don’t know how to correctly indicate word counts)

warnings: implicit discussions of homophobia and identity in the nineties, angst and comfort. proofread but not exactly. if i missed anything please let me know, i don’t watch to butcher up a serious issue such as this one.

If an infestation of rats were to happen you would be relieved, instead of having to see your technically ex at the reunion.

You didn’t even wanted to go in the first place. Your friends insisted with good hearted intentions and slight guilt tripping that you could catch up with everyone. And that’s the part that you were afraid of. This “everyone” could be the person who quite literally broke up with you before they left you. Their words were harsh, like an unexpected slap to the face. Words that you’re sure, would have never crossed their minds, but of course ego and pride got in the way. It’s ridiculous to feel that way considering you’re years older now, with all the emotional heartbreaks and experiences you’ve got, but what pains you the most is the foundation of your hurt. You just wanted to know why.

And right now besides a rat infestation you wished someone would be ridiculous enough to pull the fire alarm so that you could leave because they might— will cross paths with you. On the bright note you did a good job at hiding, leaning on the wall at the far end of the reception and staring at the crowd as they mingle.

Until speeches were announced and your friends spotted you, pushing you forward to the crowd. You were told to try to leave your personal drama aside and try to pretend to be supportive. Tried was the word you kept in mind because when all the Yellowjackets took the microphone, and she was the one to speak, you really couldn’t stop yourself from being petty, secretly scrolling on your phone underneath the table. As if she’d cared if you looked at her anyway. You doubt she’d recognise you but you recognised her. You always would recognise those sharp eyes that uncovered your vulnerabilities, the soothing voice that helped calmed your hyperactive brain during finals. She has grown into a beautiful person and that was undeniable.

Taissa Turner was pragmatic and logical. It tended to carry over her emotional side at times but it was not in any harmful, at least that’s what she thinks. Her words nearly fumble as she speaks, noticing you on the table, seated a couple rows afar from her. You were with your close set of friends from high school, ones she always heard of and hung out with after her games, after your many invitations and reassurances that they “wouldn’t suspect a thing.” It’s ironic how now, they must know everything about her. Even certain incidents among many other things.

Her speech did not last long, thankfully. She went back to sit with her own group, each focused on their own worlds. No one notices what is happening in her mind, no one sees the way she looks at you and no one even knows who you are. For a minute she wonders if she could use that to her advantage so that she could at least say hi to you. But there are so many questions running through her mind, do you hate her for what she has done? For what she has said? Would you hate her if she told you that she moved on as soon as she stepped foot into the wilderness but not without a heavy heart? Would you cry if she told you that it was Van who helped picked up the pieces that she wilfully destroyed and let go of?

In any case you looked like you really didn’t want to be here, picking on the papers of the table napkins, resting your cheek on the palm of your hand. Your expressions haven’t changed at all from when you were younger. Seeing you here makes her heart flutter dangerously. It’s not unexpected. Every ex-Wiskayok High student was bound to be here but you felt like a ghost of her past. One that she chased away but in her defense she had her reasons. Fear was one of them. Fear of everything. It’s not that she needed to explain it to you but she could’ve at least done it in a more rational and mature manner. That was admittedly, her mistake.

She’s already lost you once and she won’t lose you again. So, standing up, though with trembling legs, she makes her way towards your table, hoping she could find a way to interrupt your friends' conversation.

“Hello.”

At her voice your head instantly springs up and the whole world stops for a split second. Your friends don’t seem to register how you’re crumbling and are seconds away from ignoring her, pretending as if you don’t know her but you can’t because everyone heard her.

“Hey.” You decided to settle with a simple greeting, not wanting to get into much.

“Hi! You look really familiar, by the way.” But Marley has other ideas. “Wait it’s Taissa! Or should I say Senator Turner?”

You wished this entire table could swallow you entirely right now. You can’t be annoyed at her fangirling but still, if only she knew.

“Let’s not act like crazed fans and keep a respectful approach. Congratulations on the win, Taissa.” Flynn is neutral and truthful. Nice, Flynn. “I think someone else in this table shares our opinion. Aren’t you going to say anything about our Senator? You always hyped her up during class debates.” Flynn nudges your shoulder and you know you’re already pushed in the pit.

“Sorry about that. It’s just nerves, you know how I get when I meet people I haven’t seen in a while.” The phrase holds a double meaning. No one besides her picks up on it. You smile raising your glass in a toast. “Congrats to being Senator. I think you’ll do a lot of great things.”

“Thank you. It wouldn’t be possible without all of your contributions but let’s put that aside, we’re not here for that.” You watch as she finds a seat, facing you. You almost admire her brazenness, how she subtly won’t let go even after reading the room.

You thank Flynn for being the most observant of the group, his eyes flickering between you and Taissa. With one hand squeezing yours he raises his eyebrows in a question, to which you nod.

“Well…we’ll leave you two alone. We know you have a lot to catch up on after…after everything. You and your friends have our best thoughts in mind, Taissa.”

“What but she just got here we aren’t going to—“

“Let’s get jello shots while they talk, alright?” He hushes, a hand on her shoulder. Thank you Flynn but also at the same time no thank you because then that means you’ll be left alone with her.

“Right. Right. You and your team are incredible people. We wish nothing but the best. Take care.” She rushes out, getting up as he leads her away from you.

With one awkward wave you were left alone with her. Eyes looking everywhere but her.

“So…Senator Turner, huh?” You eventually uttered. Not after taking a sip of your water, wishing it was something alcoholic because this is something you can’t handle sober.

“It has a better ring to Class President Turner.” She quips. The subtle hint of sarcasm brings a warm to your chest, another trait you always liked…no. Loved about her.

“You were scaling the marches of success since day one. It’s impressive, honestly.”

“Thank you, but no more shop talk.” She wants to say. But knows she can’t. The only rightful thing she could do for the moment is let you control the conversation. Even if she felt your wish to escape. “Thanks. I…you…well. Are you up to anything?”

“Uh…nothing much. I’m an anthropologist professor now, so…

“That’s interesting. You always were into that kind of stuff.”

“Yeah, I was.”

Your answers were short, not rude, but short enough for her to implicitly know you’re slightly put off.

“In any case congrats to having had your dreams as your job.”

“Thank you. We’ve said this a lot but uh…congrats to you, too.”

It’s not like she needed to hear it. But you still felt proud of her, genuinely.

“Maybe one day I’ll invite you to one of our ceremonies.”

“Maybe.”

The next few minutes were agonising. The silence was straining and just as she works the courage up to apologise, a blonde with short curly hair—Misty, you think walks at her side.

“Hi! me and the girls are calling a nightcap. And Caligula must feel lonely so I’ll be headed with them. You’re coming with?”

Please say yes so we can get this over with, please say yes so we can get this over with.

“Uh…no. No, no. I’m staying here. With a friend.” She points at you. Misty turns around and beams brightly, so much so that you feel blinded.

“Hey there. I haven’t heard of you but I think you know of us already.” She snorts, adjusting her glasses and looking as if she’s just told the world’s biggest inside joke.

“Right, Misty. I’ll um, I have some things to take care of, here.” She looks pointedly at you as just you’re about to get up from your seat and dash out of here. Her time reaction is scary and honestly impressive.

“Hmmm I should get a move on, then. But if there’s anything you know what to do. See you later Taissa and Taissa secret friend.” She waves after looking at you suspiciously. Whatever that was about. You don’t hold it against her, you would also think everyone who talks to you has an ulterior motive after being involved in a national incident.

“So are you just here because you feel guilty?” The words abruptly leave your mouth, out of nowhere with no context. Hurt and confusion flashes her eyes before it is replaced by stoicism.

“I’m here because I wanted to see you. I mean, I…look. I know I had many opportunities to see you before but I never had the right time. And now I do.”

You’ve seen many sides of her but this was new, or rather unfamiliar. Her eyes are pleasing, hands reaching for yours at the table. And just like that all the feelings that you’ve pushed down years ago are rushing back.

“I still have your gifts, you know. Your bracelets, your bandanas, your rings. All of them.” What’s the use in saying that you don’t have the slightest of ideas. But you like to think it’s a starting point of a discussion. “They’re in this box. I almost burnt it, the day you told me to leave you alone. Because it felt so cruel that I felt the need to be petty.”

She doesn’t say anything, giving you the ground to speak. Your eyes were watery, but you weren’t backing down from anything.

“And I thought that was not cruel enough so I decided to block you out from my brain but that’s useless, now.”

“I…”

“Please, let me…let me speak.” You gently interrupt her, avoiding her gaze because you are sure your eyes won’t just well from tears. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. It was another time. Our situation was difficult at the time and people back then would strip every single layer of our identity and make you out to be someone that’s weird and depraved. I know that. That’s not why I was…why I am angry. It’s because of your words, Tai.”

Her heart flutters at hearing you use her nickname and simultaneously breaks because she knew what you meant. Harsh words spewed at your way, demanding that you just leave and forget her, that she has other things to focus on.

“I would never hold it against it you for being afraid but…I don’t know. At the same time I can’t erase what you told me.”

She felt her own eyes welling at the sound of the crack in your voice. Your shoulders were slumped, eyes laser focused on the table, your body shaking with each breath you take. She’s transported for a moment, back to the days where you would be more vulnerable around her, where she wouldn’t hesitate to hold you in her arms in the safety of her room.

“I…I can’t erase what I’ve said…did to you. But…but I can make it right.”

“It’s been twenty five years. It’s all gone now, I just…seeing you here just brought back a wave of memories.”

“It’s not like I could avoid you in the sea of old classmates in a high school reunion anyway” You wanted to add but you knew now was not the moment for bitter comments. “There’s nothing you— we can do to make things right anymore. We were just teenagers and…that’s all there is to it.”

“But I hurt you.”

“I know…I mean…I don’t know. I don’t think it was on purpose—”

“And…I should’ve sent you a letter, anything—“

“I wouldn’t have bothered answering back or reading it.”

“Then what there is you want me to do?” She was bordering desperation, hands reaching for yours on the table. The music was getting louder, laughter, and people dancing about contrasting with your moment, and you’re reminded where you were.

“I just want to get out of here.” You stood up, not registering anything, your body moving on autopilot. Taissa is right behind you, taking her coast and purse as she speeds up to follow you outside.

Marley spots you leaving and Flynn holds her back.

“They’ll work it out.”

“How do you even know what’s it about?”

“The yearning and longing is spotted from here. We’ll have a call if there’s any trouble.”

They watch you as you leave, emotions unreadable, with Taissa mirroring your actions.

“Good luck to them.”

—

“You don’t have to own me anything but could you at least let me drive you home? Since you seem to have left your friends behind and…”

“What for?” You decided to humour her, even though you know this could only lead you to a spiral of profound sadness. “And how do I know you didn’t drink?”

“I didn’t take anything with alcohol and it’s late. I would rather see you come back home with someone you trus…you know.”

Do you really know her, though?

You spend a couple of time ruminating her sentence in your head, looking back at her. You think it’s unfair that she’s pretty and that in this moment you’d do anything she’d ask of you.

“Fine. But we’re going straight to my place. Got it?”

“Understood.” She tries to keep a neutral tone, not showing too much of her relief.

The walk to her car and the drive is done in relative silence. Not an uncomfortable one like before but something that is more…tolerated. You only spoke to give her your address and she tries to resist the urge to save it in her history and memorise it.

Soft music was also played, helping keep the atmosphere at a relatively normal level.

But of course, they had to play the sappiest of love songs out of all the other nights. You shook your head, adjusting your seatbelt as you tried to not let the embarrassment get to you. But she sees you and ties to hold back a laugh, finding your mannerism adorable in spite of the current mood.

“I thought you loved this song.” It was risky for her, to say such a witty comment, but you seem to bear no mind, too focused on trying to hide how awkward you feel.

“Not now, I don’t.”

“I remember someone telling me they would play this song ‘no matter the context’”

“I kinda regret pronouncing those words.”

“If only younger you could see yourself. You were so hooked on the Pretty Woman soundtrack I had to ban you from playing that song.”

“It was a perfect song for a good movie so I don’t know what you were on about.” For the first time in this evening you’re at ease, engaging playfully, not sarcastically. Maybe it’s because you know there’s no way to escape but it’s nice to think of nonetheless.

She turns up the volume, making your head turn at her. She can’t control her smile anymore, even chuckling as you hide your face in your hands.

“You know it doesn’t sound too bad after not having listening to it for a while.”

“A little too late for that…” You grumbled, but not cruelly. Even if what you just said might have many implications.

As you tell her to stop she looks around your neighbourhood. Simple, quiet. A decorative mailbox that you always talked about wanting, a few porch steps. She wonders what the inside of your house looks like. If it’s decorated to your comfort, to what you’ve imagined. She remembers whenever you’d have conversations like this it would make her wary of her future but you always reminded her that it’s uncertain where you would go so the only thing you could do is dream about it for a while.

“Do you…do you still think about the days times when we would hang out at that diner place after your soccer practices?”

Your question was unexpected and it threw her off, her mind putting a stop to a series of what ifs. She pauses and sighs, looking at you, only to see you were looking right back at her. She can’t bring herself to not answer you. Not when you momentarily break her gaze blink back your tears, not when your hands are trembling.

“You would always be twenty minutes early and I’d scold you for having wasting your time just to wait for me.”

“Waiting for you was never a waste of time.” Her breath hitches at your words as she nods, wishing she could just finally hold your hands in hers. “When we first hung out, I always thought it was one-sided. Like I was the only one who liked us being…us.”

“It was never like that, I— I liked you. Loved you. So much that…so much that you were special to me, it was just…”

“I understand, I—”

“And I can’t take back what I said or what I did, I know that. You were— are special to me and that I…I was always thinking about you. About the love I felt, about those posters you’d give me for my games all of it. You were the right one in a…in a bad time.”

You nodded, your tears spilling as you listen to her. It’s not even that big of an issue so you have no idea why you were crying. Old feelings and old wounds, you suppose.

“I know there’s nothing I can do to fix it…but you deserve to hear what I’ve been wanting to say to you, correctly, without all of the pressure of soccer or college.”

Once you catch her looking at your trembling fingers you don’t let her go, temptingly taking hers in yours. She sighs at the touch, how tender and soft they still feel.

“It’s alright.” You whispered, looking down at your joint hands. It’s been a long time, a terrible time.

You’re not sure what exactly happened after that, or how you end up getting too close to Taissa to the point you could feel her breath fanning against your face, how her eyes were fluttering, how her nose nudges yours, pulling you into a spell you swore you would never fall back in again.

“Do you have anyone?” Leave it to Taissa to be so romantic in her questions, but you don’t even pay attention to it, shaking your head in denial, before you ask her the same.

“Do you?”

Her eyes flickers between yours and your lips, trying to hold herself back, but your sweet voice, your scent, the warmth radiating off your body— it took her a lot of self-preservation.

“I don’t.”

“I’m never leaving you again…I promise you.”

It’s unclear who made the first move but you don’t dwell on it. Not when the touch of her lips against yours feels like the love you’ve been chasing and waiting for. Her soft sighs, her moans, the whispers of your name, it all felt real, too real. When she unbuckled her seatbelt to climb on your lap and pushed you further in the seat, you realised how far you’re going, your brain clogged with desire begging you to slow down and think thoroughly but it’s a hard task, especially when Taissa places her hands on your chest, tracing your covered skin and everything she missed so dearly.

“Tai, wait—“

“What?” She pleaded, not separating her lips from yours, breathing heavily. Her heart was racing, senses going haywire. She needed you, now, but you were leaving back, hands cupping her face. She’s afraid of what you’ll say. That you’ll let her down gently. And for a minute she nearly wants to tell you to get over it quickly but knows she can’t. Not exactly.

“We should slow down.” Your hands went from her face down to her sides, reaching her hips. It was unfair of you, to suggest to take things easy when your hands were on hers. “I…I’m not saying I don’t want this but we have things to think about first.”

She doesn’t say anything, body tensing up. You realise what you’ve just said and rush to form an apology, lifting her to get up but she softly pushes you back, kissing your forehead.

She won’t let you go, again.

“I…okay. We can think about it.”

“You…you’ll give me time, right? Give us time?”

“For as long as we need.”

You try not to cry but you do anyway, your eyes once again welling with tears but she’s quick to catch them, even kisses them away as she holds you in silence.

When you leave, she walks you to your home. If it were any other time you’d invite her, but this is too delicate, too new to do anything. But as she kisses you for the last time, it felt like a promise— it was a promise. A promise that she would stay. A promise that you’d slowly start over, in a place where you finally could live your happiness.

secondary a/n: if you can guess what song they were talking about both sides of you pillow will be fresh. if you don’t both sides of your pillow will fresh anyway. and if you’re reading this both sides of your pillow are fresh

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets taissa #yellowjackets taissa turner #taissa turner #taissa turner x reader #senator taissa is back and she’s back to save us #i need her #like actually #i need to carry her bridal style #cause i can #taissa turner wife rights #taissa turner rights defender #taissa turner defender #spideywrites

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peatbogbody · 2 days ago

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MINGI

MINGIMINGIMINGI

oops this took me a lifetime to finish

Mingi was actually the last ATEEZ member whose face I was able to consistently put to the name, I have to admit it was right after I bought my tickets for their concert last year that I was like "...I should probably know who all of these people are 😳". TBF since I started listening to them in late 2022, up to that point, I'd been mostly just listening to their music and watching a few of their MV's and familiarizing myself with The Lore a bit, and hadn't really dove into their performance vids or side content much at all. From their music alone I'd already placed them in my top 3 groups, but I finally fell deep into the rabbithole of everything else in the couple weeks after the concert when I was laid up with COVID that I'd gotten at the concert (😳) bingeing instagram reels. (tbh I am ECSTATIC that they're already having another tour bc although I LOVED the last concert, as soon as I realized how much I didn't know about them, I was immediately like HI I NEED A DO-OVER NOW)

this bit specifically awakened many things within me.

However, it's been a long time coming but especially now since I started this series and also have been reading work by other ATEEZ meta writers, I feel secure in declaring that Mingi has ascended beyond bias-wrecker status to fully-fledged double-bias. (I maintain that all other members are still S-tier wreckers though. Having a bias in ateez is HARD. i keep thinking i'm set but then every week a different member comes waltzing by wiggling their fingers at me and its SO RUDE. anyways).

this has to come with a lot of defensive caveats of NOT LIKE THATTT bc of certain...stereotypes surrounding mingi ults. i mean it's not entirely NOT that...i do have eyes...but it's also so much MORE than that. i swear.

It's so hard to put things in words (extra LOL at this like 6 weeks later) but here goes.

oh i can use readmores lol

Okay so. The Duality. It can be more than a little cheesy when kpop fans crow all day about ~THE DUALITYYY~ like yeah. first off everyone has duality. you're not the same person in the crowd at the show as you are at your 9-5 on a monday. imagine if idols who had intense concepts just like. walked around in character for those roles 24/7 like what in the daniel day-lewis.

but sometimes the discrepancy between the different "modes" of a performer can still be impressive to see and fun to compare. and wow there sure is a discrepancy here.

mingi's on-stage/performance, FIX ON energy has been heavily discussed. he's got a way of working a crowd that's awe-inspiring, a way that's known to incite "bringing a pen to the concert just in case there's an NDA that needs to be signed" type moods. the way he can get an entire stadium of people BARKING LIKE DOGS, literally, with just a flick of his fingers? enviable. (and potentially terrifying to the uninitiated.) OKAY i was going to say this but i just went to a day6 concert and it turns out that fans will just Do This without any prompting. i stand by mingi still having a particular Way of doing it though and overall a power over crowds that's kinda scary.

poor day6 were so confused it was hilarious

but actually, to my eyes, it's like Fix On is SO over-the-top it's bordering on camp? (i stole this observation from someone (although i'd kind of independently registered it) but forgot who it was. if you wrote about this speak up!). but yeah it's like. almost veering into drag king performance. male impersonation type shit. it's a full on character. this may be one of the secrets behind the mysterious mingi/seonghwa synergy, in the way they get so deeply immersed in character onstage. i'd probably be a little or maybe a lot scared to run into either of them immediately post-performance (but also 🥵).

and then we get moments when this persona will be "broken" by something suddenly and mingi just bursts into that big cheesy smile and it's SO CUTE.

about that cuteness.

ymmv ofc but seeing this guy...

stalking around pelvis-first (I can't find it but that clip of the members making fun of the way he does the driving dance sums it up) on stage, then turn around and INSIST that he's actually Princess Minki, baby chick, aegyo world champion, just intensifies the cuteness. it's the way he's so emphatic that he's CUTE that makes it inherently true, but not directly as a result of the aegyo itself, rather it comes from the intention. if fixed-off mingi really wants to make us believe this, l'm making the decisive choice to take the bait and take him at his word. clown makeup ON, peace and love on planet earth.

who the FUCK are you to deny this man his god-given right to be cute as fuck? get outta town.

to name one example of a behavior that draws me to him in a very leftatlondon "haha, i do that...🥲" way: the way he'll do what I think of as kinda, vocal stimming? with song lyrics (like this whole video oh my god). idk if that's what it is but like, I ALSO sing a lot as self-regulation like when I'm anxious, bored, waiting or a combination of those things.and settings where i see him doing this fit the bill of moments when I would probably be doing the exact same thing. for instance, if i was doing a live in front of thousands of viewers and had run out of boyfriend-RP material and vague platitudes to give but still had time to fill. i would probably also resort to random asmr/vocal percussion. anyways i just Know he paces around whispering various words and phrases to himself.

sidenote, i have to say from experience that the kind of earworms you get when you've been practicing and performing pieces for a concert/etc especially when you do more than one show, are unlike any other kind. they are insidious. i cannot IMAGINE doing this for dozens of shows on a tour or a comeback. i'd lose my mind. idk how they don't end up utterly sick of title tracks by the end of the comeback period. so anyways we do see other members randomly singing a lot, but I haven't really heard anyone playing with the words in the way Mingi does.

i'm not gonna directly comment on the neurodivergency thing but will just say, i See Behaviors 👀. i won't outright say there's Nothing going on.

others have commented on mingi's apparent lack of interest/ability to self-censor his speech, actions or affect even in very public settings. excuse the possible projection, but i recognize this behavior not as coming someone who doesn't know or care about social norms, but due to whatever reason is unable to perform Normal Behavior consistently enough that they've developed a strategy of pointedly abandoning the public pretense of even attempting to do so. if you fuck up at being a person it's because you weren't even trying and you don't even really care :) (but actually you DO care, a lot and you WERE trying).

leaning much more extraverted than myself, mingi seems to do this more automatically and externally than i do.

this type of attitude can have both healthy and unhealthy applications but in mingi's case it seems to be working out pretty well. i'd be interested in seeing a comparison of his persona over time, especially pre- and post-mental health break.

but yeah basically us socially weird and anxious babes yearn for the days of lol random xd tacos. mingi baby u would have thrived in 2007.

and he just comes across as super sweet and sincere and the members clearly adore him. and mingi laugh attacks (a la this vid at around the 14:40 mark heyy look foreshadowing for jonghoposting) are truly soul-cleansing, skin-clearing, crop-watering etc.

i adore this like default awkward closed-mouth smile/grimace he does it's another very "i do that...." thing

anyways also mingi's super captivating to watch onstage and a fucking fire rapper and musician. not just onstage. i LOVE his singing voice too. but i can't spend a second more on this post and i have a whole musical analysis series planned where i'll definitely touch on this stuff more.

just an example of the power of Mingi. this is a challenge for sb19's own fucking account but it's actually impossible to keep your eyes on anyone but mingi

okok shhh don't cry here's a close up version

anyways i've been sitting on this post for far too long and needed to remind myself that these were never supposed to be comprehensive character dissections, just off-the-cuff impressions based on vibes and THATS MY OPINION. so i'm ending it here bye i will be writing about our dear wooyoung next.

again im not gonna discuss ship stuff on these posts its TOO MUCH

#its been 84 years #i feel like this is missing pictures but idc any moreeee. peace✌️#ateez #ateez meta #rotating ateez in my mind #mingi #song mingi #ateez mingi #long post

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