#incel anon

[robo-boy]

alright everyone its here

tcctard anon x incel anon fanfic. this is OBVIOUSLY satire and its written poorly

i feel it's important to say BOTH of these people are weirdos i wouldnt do this to any average people

enjoy yall

[mysicklove]

It’s not bc I hate females I just don’t have a pussy and to be honest I’m getting tired of all of the female reader and writers being fucking asshole bc I don’t like female reader (I don’t even like to call them woman’s cuz you know

hi, my name is mello and i have a pussy! welcome to my tumblr account where i write female reader <3. oh! and i def am a asshole too about it so don’t worry u hit everything anonkins. thanks for sharing this 💗💗. now tell me, is there any response that you desire from me?

also! u must totally hate my bright pink color scheme with my she/her bio, and my cutesy girl theme! hope i don’t have to change it to please you :(

[snufstar]

Goodnight mommy I love you so much maam

Goodnight freak

[jaegerisim]

🤡 THE ULTIMATE ANTI BYLER ANON POST 🤡

rb this posts with all of the anon hate/mileven anons you've received!!!! you can make this a tag game if you want lol

[taiwanesepotato]

No wonder many people blocked your ass you alt right post stealing bitch nobody gives a shit that you’re an autistic half breed bitch you’re just a dumb asian whore for the alt right like Tula tequila go kill yourself 🖕🤣

Wow. The fact that you went out of your way to tell me this. Go back to r/aznidentity you racist turd or better yet crawl back to the turd infested hole you came from

[snowsinterlude]

🍓 - prove a point

(incel coriolanus x f. reader)

summary: for you to prove your point, you decided that for your incel boyfriend to accept that he wasn't as much of a dom as he claimed, you took the lead to be the submissive girl he always wanted you to be.

c.w: p in v, sub incel coryo failing to be dom, reader being submissive and dominant, dirty talk, smut, nsfw, degrading, praising, overstimulation (m. recieving), incel coriolanus, dom reader, humiliation, reader calling coryo puppy, dumbification of a male

"go on, coryo." you invited him, legs wide apart as you showed him your lacy panties under your skirt. "isn't that what you wanted?"

it didn't felt right. even if his cock was throbbing while grinding in your clothed pussy, your sweet, incel boyfriend felt confused. isn't that how it was supposed to be? if it was, then why it felt wrong?

it was the third time you both were on this position, you under him, legs spread as you let him take control. however, he didn’t seem to know how to control you, how to dom you. it felt terribly unpleasant, even if his cock was hard.

the words didn't seem to match the situation. seeing you being submissive and telling him to fuck him rather than calling him a whore felt wrong. calling you a slut and seeing you smile instead of saying he was the slut and calling him a bitch felt wrong.

"i can't, i can't." he admitted, eyes tearing up from his sense of humiliation. even if he was still humping on you, he wanted you to take the lead. to tame him.

"why, coryo?" you asked, grinding back on him. "have i been a bad girl? why don't you punish me for being a slut?" you teased.

"please stop that," he pleaded, biting his cheek while trembling his soft, pretty lips. "you know this is not supposed to go like this." he said.

"like this, how?" you teased more. "you were right after all, aren't you happy? i feel much better being fucked by you than fucking you, wasn't it what you wanted? a sub, obedient whore?" you asked.

"yes- i mean, no- stop confusing me!" he growled, watching you take your panties off and play with the fabric in your fingers.

"so you want me to be the one doing the fucking? god, are you a whore?" you asked, changing the positions and getting him to be under you, his cock angry throbbing against you.

"yes, fuck it. for god's sake, i need you to! you were right"

"i was? about what was i right?" you asked, pushing his buttons as he frowned a humiliated face.

"about everything. you're... you're right. even about me being a... that thing you said."

"a whore?"

"yes"

"a bitch in heat?"

"...yeah." he looked down to the bed mattress.

"a slutty bitch who can't keep his dick in his pants?"

"fuck, yes. yes, are you proud? you're right. i'm a whore who craves for everything you have to say about me, degrade me, praise me. i need those things! i need you!"

you chuckled, kissing his temple. such a pretty boy.

"see? it wasn't so hard to admit." you said, pumping his cock in your hand as he groaned. "you're so good when you admit your true colors. who would imagine that the great, perfect coriolanus snow would admit to being a bitch in heat?" you said.

twenty minutes in and you already made him cum three times. he was a crying mess right now, cum on his stomach and on your hands as you teased the tip of his cock, kissing his face as the cumshot he just let out smeared against your cunt. he was a overstimulated, humiliated and cumming mess, begging you to let him into you.

of course, you denied it until he was a crying mess, face red with shame as you let him pound into you, earning some feel moans and praises from you.

"look at you, such a pretty mess!" you said, licking his tears and kissing his lips softly. those small pecks were taking him to the edge. "hmm, so good, isn't it, puppy?" he thrusted into you, nodding pathetically. "how does it feel, hm? describe it to me."

"w-warm." he said, too dumbfucked to think rightfully. "It feels warm. a-and good- too good!" he groaned, thrusting again and again on your cunt, the friction on your cunt and his balls made him shiver, and when you came around his cock, he felt proud, even hungrier, at least. he sucked on your tits like a starving man, like he needed that to survive.

and then he came again. four times in a row, filling you up and looking down at your face. you looked so pretty. a mess was made out of your hair, your face was flushed and your mouth was opened to let your moans out, and he couldn't help but kiss you, groaning when you pulled yourself out of his sensitive cock.

"good boy." you said, letting him kiss you. "now, you have to stop asking for a submissive girlfriend if you don't want me to slap your soul out of your body, okay?" you said, and he nodded obediently, cuddling with you.

you were the only one capable of taming such a beautiful beast. and he was partially glad you did it, even if his ego was crushed.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

the way i instantly knew what fic that anon was talking about omg

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36684730/chapters/108331423

anyway stuck in a wall is such a delicious trope so i propose reader being turned and trained into incel!taru's very well behaved onahole and cumdumpster. that's it that's my contribution have a nice day

THANK U!! OUR SAVIOUR!! linking the fic anon was talking abt right here!! very delicious me likey!! stuck tropes are so cliche but i do love them just as much as the next degen internet princess… here’s your gift for your service!!

if you weren’t grossed out and embarrassed before, you sure are now. spending time with Ajax for a school project was humiliating enough, though you needed a good grade and he was smart, but to be stuck like this? god may as well strike you dead before your own internal dilemma did. his apartment is fancy and you would be impressed if it weren’t for the disaster on all surfaces. with all that money you’d think he’d hire a personal cleaner but no, he lives like this!! and due to the mess, it was only a matter of time until you found yourself stuck in a spot and unable to get out.

you had been rifling under the desk he uses for various projects, he has a separate one for his gaming set up, when you found yourself sandwiched between the wall and edge after trying to reach for the eraser you had dropped behind it. Ajax had left the room presumably for his fourth energy drink of the day so you took the opportunity to be nosy and it came back to bite you in the ass hard. how you even managed to get this stuck is beyond you but it seemed all your attempts to wiggle free only worsened the situation. you gritted your teeth and prepared to be mockingly laughed at upon hearing the footsteps approaching the room once more, followed by the slight movement of the door. then, silence. if you focused hard enough you’re sure you could hear the atoms shift around you.

“…quite the predicament you’re in.” his tone is annoyingly leisurely as you hear him approach. you swallow the urge to make some snide remark and instead pathetically ask for his help. Ajax scoffs. “help? why would i help when i’ve got all this,” he gropes at your ass, “available to me. it’s your fault for snooping around.” perhaps he was right and this is indeed a problem of your creation but that didn’t negate how gross this all felt. he hummed and flipped up your skirt with greedy hands touching all of your exposed and burning skin. grabbing at the elastic of your panties, he snaps the fabric against your hips to hear you yelp and laughs in response; he’s enjoying this obviously. “guess this is my chance, huh?” before you can even respond, he’s fully on you.

Ajax grinds his hips into yours, the hard-on he’s been sporting since you entered his house pressing firmly against the fat of your cunt. his groans are obnoxiously loud and you feel him bend his body over, rutting against you pathetically. he removes his pants while still pressed against you and you can feel the glasses fall off his face and onto your hips; he doesn’t make the effort to put them back on. with greedy hands he slides your panties to the side and rubs himself between the folds of your pussy, tip pressing hard into your clit with every roll of your hips. tears bead at the edge of your eyes from the humiliating and harsh experience but you dully note just how good this feels.

“you’ve always been such a mouthy girl… makin’ jokes ‘bout me when you think i can’t hear. i always jack off thinkin’ ‘bout how i could set you straight with my dick… c’mon, you like this don’t you, whore?” his dirty talk could use a bit of work yet the feeling of him pressing into you sent your brain spiralling. you don’t notice your own whimpers until he laughs. “like this? good, gonna make you my personal fleshlight. gonna fuck you real good whenever i need.” Ajax is breathing harshly as he finishes all over the outside of your cunt and onto the inside of your thighs and the floor. he sucks in sharply before straightening up, a finger trailing through his own mess.

“might keep you here for a bit longer…”

[devotion-disorder]

omg thanks for mentioning adachi.... HES SO CUTE TO MEEEE i just wanna kiss his stupid face. he'd be a cute yandere too... idk maybe i could fix him (lie)

no bc both of yall are so real I can't look at his face without hearing the crunchy distorted vine boom or that fuckass piano jingle but ALSO HES JUST SO MOE TO ME IDKKKKK ARUAHGHHHHHHHAHGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH

I will say though, I feel like he's a bit different in his japanese dub in that he seems to be actively more...patronizing (which I LOVE) ? Spoiler alert but in this scene:

the second line is the only line they sorta changed here, but in Japanese he actually says something to the effect of "You're already gonna have your sleepy time*?" instead of "You're gonna let this bitch take you down like this?" *he says "おねんね” which is a really silly way of saying 'sleep' that you would only say to a small child basically

I know that they mean the same thing and its still the same shit-eating attitude in different fonts but hhrughhhhhgh.......i love how both the eng and jap VA's had their own take on it though!! I think in japanese he's sounds more comically exaggerated and therefore his switchup is more dramatic and chilling; but that doesn't mean in English it's less shocking when the reveal comes, if not more sinister for how he really hid in plain sight...in conclusion adachi is lewd incarnate thank you for coming to my ted talk

[fumifooms]

Ok maybe kinda of a weird question you don't have to answer if you don't want to but I've seen some people saying that Chilchuck is canonically misogynistic so, as the Chilchuck especialist, do you have an opinion about that?

Anon you are brave and I love you. Listen if you, person reading this, get peeved or upset when people say Chilchuck might have had not insignificant flaws as a father and husband then probably stop reading here, we will be looking at Chilchuck like a petri dish and defile his pristine allure. Tldr: yes but actually no but really both at the same time aka people & social dynamics are complex and please let your blorbos be flawed. With that said I will be pretty casual and playful if that wasn’t clear already, sorry.

"Aren’t you happy to be in a harem party" "No it’s soul-crushing save me". Toshiro has been drinking his fear women juice since he was young, surrounded by an assassin nanny and her fellow assassin girlies, meanwhile Chilchuck having flashbacks of getting wrung out by his 4 women household…

Waiting on people is something we see he hates doing a couple times throughout canon and extras, here and how he says "it’s not a date" -bless his summer child heart- he frames being slow to get ready as a gendered trait to have? But I can forgive him for this one because honestly the framing of the whole page leans into that, it’s kinda questionable if we’re being highly critical of anything misogynistic or regressive. But it itself is the classic subversive "Women are desirable wallflowers— Wrong! They are a monstrous ruthless force that wears on the mind, body and soul" trope. I don’t fault Kui though, I got giggles from it, it makes sense for everyone’s characters, and Kui has never shied from gendered dynamics in her worldbuilding & characters so it’s not like she’ll write as if sex changes nothing and no one has opinions about it.

Alright alright let’s step back from analyzing this page specifically and get back to the question, is Chilchuck canonically misogynistic? It’s a complex question not because we don’t have hints but because it’s a very black and white answer to give and because misogynistic can be very wide or pretty narrow depending on how the term is applied.

What I would say? Yes, he is, in a realistic way that doesn’t automatically make him a piece of shit, though that doesn’t mean it isn’t uncomfortable or harmful. On the spectrum of misogyny he classifies to me as "It’s in the normalized lighthearted way of being a horny uncle who’s a little too loose about it around the dinner table", he’s a solid "He wants to treat women as pieces of meat and jokes about it but in actuality he’s a gentleman and a family careerman who has a job so he don’t really care about that rn".

Going back to Toshiro’s party, Chilchuck being weird about it being full of women doesn’t even happen only once but TWICE. I made a compilation of every time he’s crass, happens less than you might expect but the overall picture it gives throughout reading the manga is pretty straightforward. Repeatedly he’s shown to be dirty-minded and shown to objectify & sexualize women both lightheartedly and unprompted. They’re a punchline and they’re eye candy and it’s "of COURSE my succubus would be young women, of COURSE women would desire a muscled statue’s [redacted], of COURSE women are sexual beings and of course I am attracted to them".

Dungeon Meshi doesn’t bring up sexuality much and gendered dynamics tend to be more subtle than you’d expect from media in general, so there’s that, but I honestly struggle to think of any character that acts less normal about women existing than him. Like yeah he’s joking but Hien, Benichidori, Inutade and Maizuru were just breathing and doing their jobs. Who else’s misogynistic uhh, that guy working for the shadow governor that licks Cithis’ ear when she’s bound in ropes? The sheer jump from ‘makes demeaning jokes about women’ to ‘assaulter’ between these two, god.

Honestly it does feel odd to me that he’d be kinda demeaning like that about women even in a workplace setting —Chilchuck the union man out of everyone?— but Kui has spoken man idk, think what you will don’t shoot the messenger. It’s not like he’s weird about Namari? I guess he respects her too much- Wait that sounded wrong. Maybe it’s literally just because she and the other women party members are his direct coworkers, in line with his rule and all? But yeah, even if he canonically had a thing for blondes and pretty young women he has managed to only tease Marcille ceaselessly for fun & entertainment and make her hair extra shiny as his shapeshifter, you get a good behavior star there Chilchuck. He complains on waiting for Marcille to get ready in the barometz chapter and the first anime ED but he also does with Laios when he’s late to meet up the party in extras. He constantly pulls on Marcille to get her to safety as if she can’t protect herself but she’s referred to as clumsy a lot so he has that justified reasoning. He constantly berates everyone so no point to make there. He undermines Marcille’s opinions often but it’s because he dislikes mages and elves and idealism. Clearly Chilchuck knows women can be capable and clearly he can have women coworkers (and friends! Again, Namari) without belittling or sexualizing them, clearly he can be normal about women and knows that some of his attitude can be inappropriate. It’s just harmless fun to him, that he keeps for occasional playful banter and taverns and the ‘right’ moods.

And as I mentioned earlier! Chilchuck is also pretty gentlemanly and protective. As always desires vs wants and instinct vs rationality show up as themes. Yes his succubus aka his ideal, the deepest allure he can imagine, is beautiful naked women, but a chapter just before that was the bicorn, all about how faithful and virtuous he is, how his heart’s in the right place. His brain is virtuous but his heart is monkey. My point is that when it counts, aka 90% of the time and when things are serious, we don’t see signs of sexist bias and he treats women well. Often takes on a protector role or at the least takes them seriously, even Benichidori. He doesn’t want to hurt women or thinks they’re insignificant or anything. He’ll give a handkerchief to a woman in need with a slimy face.

Okay okay this is really entering speculation territory but in my own tally, the way he dismissed his wife’s ‘bad mood’ as some meaningless tantrum that he shouldn’t think any more deeply about, him starting out not reaching out to her as a resentful silent treatment, and her getting dissatisfied in the first place enough to leave makes me think he took her for granted and was kinda dismissive of her in general. Marcille’s theorical scenario is hypothetical and factually untrue at least in parts, but if we do follow it, him forgetting he’s out with his wife for once (in the precious counted time he’s home spending time with her) and not paying attention to her all outing, resulting in her being left out of conversations and just an ornament beside him the way she might have felt for a long time as his housewife waiting home for him to come back………

Editing this paragraph in: Okay I don’t know how I missed mentioning this but, when he’s asked why his wife left him, Chilchuck literally point blank thinks that being thought to have cheated on his wife is LESS SHAMEFUL than not knowing the reason why (due to poor communication skills or whatnot). It’s so ridiculous that it can be hard to see beyond it as a gag or twist, but make of this what you will but this is not a great look for his priorities and his view of women especially in regards to toxic masculinity, good lord. When I talk about him having a sense of being entitled to his wife and dismissive of her emotions that’s sort of what I mean. He thinks it’s better for people to think he mistreated his wife and did something terrible than just failed at keeping her affection for reasons he doesn’t grasp. His pride, both in giving her the silent treatment and doing damage control when talking about it to others like Marcille and coworkers, takes priority over their relationship and love.

Half-foots seem to be patriarchal. The last section of this essay’s chapter (not by me!) + combing through its half-foot chapter should give you insight on that if you want. It’s in their patronymic, it’s in the way marriage seems very important especially for women, and it’s in the implied gender roles, being a housewife whose life revolves around raising her husband’s kids and taling care of the family home waiting for her husband who’s out working to come back. I think Chilchuck is a bit a result of his environment and upbringing in that way, that most of the misogyny is internalized and subconscious and passive, it’s taking his wife for granted because not only does she trust her, his most precious person he’s known since he was a kid, but because she’s his wife, his woman, conceptually something that’s unwaveringly devoted, something that is very valued and enforced in half-foot communities. Here’s a short post on half-foot family bonds culturally + here’s a post on marriage and half-foots for more. The community aspect of half-foots is very strong, which makes sense especially for how empoverished and discriminated against they are, which does come at the expense of not unlike dwarves (dwarves which half-foots idolize) having more pressure to fit in and have a good reputation to not be cast out and have no support lines. By being scared and needing stability people will often be more conservative, etc etc, though the reverse is also often true, like Chilchuck with his union. But yes Chilchuck seems to have many biases he clings onto, harsh on especially Marcille and Laios, Marcille for her idealism, race and magic meanwhile Laios for his lack of social skills and ‘reckless’ behavior.

He also does the classic "Don’t you dare date my daughter!!", though it’s a bit up in the air because he only gets agitated about coworkers being suitors, not nearly as hostile to the idea when it’s some nameless dwarf. But y’know when a guy assumes every men is as horny and sleazy as they are so they’re like "never trust men"… Chilchuck does embody a lot the tropes of just, the everyday flawed middle aged man. The absentee father and careerman husband who does care despite it all. Disillusioned grumpy old man. Old divorced drunkard joe with a thing for cute young blonde women, as a friend put it.

We know Kui subverses tropes a lot, I definitely think Kui leans into these if nothing else for the bit. He’s tropes of the strict family Father, man doing inappropriate jokes around a beer with his drinking buddies, working man exhausted and frustrated by his job, midlife crisis. Also because of how he acts with Marcille, I always say he’s the boy on the playground pulling on the pigtails of his girl friend bc he thinks it’s funny. Because he thinks she’s pretty.

So point blank, Chilchuck respects women as individuals but he can get a little lost in the sauce when thinking about women in general and jumps to sexualizing them in ways that can be objectifying and dismissive. Casual lowkey misogyny for the bit that may or may not slip into non-jokes as well sometimes when it comes to seeing women as something inherently to defend or take for granted, though he’s well-meaning. He engages in gender roles of "men should be strong and burly" and "daughters should listen to their fathers’ opinion before dating a guy". A guy engaging in patriarchy without thinking much of it y’know, more or less passive and unaware. He’s good in economic and human rights issues but would not win the political correctness medal (though he does care about optics and is very conscious of appearing as upstanding and innocent with the elves or Toshiro’s and Kabru’s parties to avoid getting thrown in jail. Overcompensating for half-foot criminal reputations etc etc. Post on that here).

Do I believe Chilchuck would march for women’s rights? Yes. Do I believe he would make ‘ye old ball and chain’ and ‘my wife’ and ‘ah women’ jokes? Yes. Do I believe he would punch anyone making one such jokes about his wife or daughters? Yes.

I was pretty flippant bc honestly Chilchuck the Sleazy Horny Old Man is hilarious to me but yes hopefully the post was decent. "How could I be sexist? I love bitches"

[tonycries]

PLSSSS Naoya is js a lil bitch ass virgin who's mad that nobody wants his incel ass so u gotta just drop ur pussy on his mouth and be like 'shut up and eat it like a man should'hsjsks 😭🤷‍♀️

Oh my god yes I just KNOW no woman in canon wanted to be within a five mile radius of him. And he's so cocky too but one nip slip and bro probably creams his pants 🤨

Hear me out hear me out - a 3some with Naoya and Shigaraki 😳😔😟😖

[robo-boy]

GUYS. tardcel art made by @luckyisdead GUYYYYYS

[mysicklove]

You’re just mad bc I said female readers are not hot/cute

anon this ask made my blinded by rage. i punched a hole through my wall just a second ago, and i’m screaming into my pillow to hopefully muffles my screams of distress. all i can see is red, and my ears seem to be ringing. the questions are plaguing my mind, “why? why doesn’t anon like female readers? why must they torture me so?”. i feel like a panther trapped in a cage, as i stalk around my room looking for the answer. but i may never find it, so i instead tear my pillow into shreds in a blinded fury and hope that one day i’ll finally make peace with myself and this horrible horrible ask

[snufstar]

send me your address I’ll rape you

That is NOT convincing me to send u my address

[batwynn]

Hello. So I have a genuine, honest question as someone who isn't an artist. I saw you made a post about AI art floating around Tumblr lately. How does one differentiate between AI-created art vs. ACTUAL art? Some things have been easier to notice than others (ie: YouTube videos and like, moodboards and the opening to Secret Invasions) but for art specifically, are there any key things to look out for that make it obvious it's AI generated? I do not support AI in any fashion but in this day and age I do find it increasingly more difficult to tell the difference between something that was created by AI vs. created by an actual person.

Hi anon! So, heads up this might be a bit long of a post but I wanted to point out some things that I don't see frequently mentioned in other posts about A.I stuff.

First things first: Look at their other 'art' pieces. If they have a generally consistent style, a consistent type of work (Realism vs ink art for example), characters you see more than once and from different angles, character sheets, etc. You're going to notice if someone suddenly switches from little ink doodles to fully colored and realistically rendered 'art'. Now, this doesn't mean everyone switching styles or mediums is A.I, but it means to take a closer look if you notice something vastly different than their usual stuff. More A.I. clues below!

For things to look for, there's a lot of different clues but generally you're going to notice a certain new car shine to everything. Everything will be a little too clean, even if the style they are ripping off is sketchy. Sketches will have crosshatching that doesn't really make sense or random lines in a place that an artist probably would not put there. That being said, here's some examples where that isn't as noticeable:

Here you've got your usual body/anatomy problems. (Plus some elements I'll talk about later as well. This one's got it all!)

Glitchy foot, glitchy hands. glitchy eyes. Strange proportions for legs that don't exactly fit a stylization, but more of an glitch. Now, of course an artist can draw 'glitchy' things like this either by accident or intentionally, but you really only see these types of things in A.I vs actual art of a similar style. Realism artists are generally not adding extra fingers or varying sized fingers, they're not rendering the foot to only have too many toes, missing toes, and the foot also... sort of part shoe. Unless art artist is otherwise intentionally including these elements, it's generally a clear cut example of A.I stuff. (For example: Different body types and disabilities exist, and there are people with different shaped hands, shorter/longer fingers etc. But you will also usually find some kind of info with the post about the person/character that will tell you about them that can clue you in on if it's A.I vs real art.) If the artists are drawing in a style with 'exaggerated' anatomy, you can almost always see that as a persistent and intentional STYLE in their art. If they aren't, this is something you'll really notice in A.I vs realism. It can be especially true with people who fully render realistic art because it's not in line with the style, and the relevant elements of rendering art this way. Artists who do realistic rendering at this level generally know their anatomy very well, and are going for realism in all elements of the art. Some stuff like the exaggerated long legs in women are kind of everywhere, but the hands, the foot, the lopsided winky eyes (I don't know how to describe it) are not things a professional artist rendering realistic art would generally do. It's just not in line with the style, or the ability/skill that the artist has worked on. (Again, unless completely intentionally and in line with the person/character.)

For 'real' life items like the tables below, you've really just got to ask yourself: Is this physically possible? Do all the elements make sense and actually work together in a real way?

Sometime it's hard to know if you don't have any experience with, for example, acrylic and wood table making. But there are things that just don't work in real life, and there are things that maybe someone can do, but even in the provided examples it just doesn't make sense to do. For example, the little 'tree' hanging from the bottom of the left table. Would that be possible? Probably. Would someone do that? Probably not. If you're really stumped, sometimes just looking up videos of people making that type of thing can give you a better idea of what actually works together, how it's made, etc.

Here's something that really helps when you're really struggling and zooming in for every detail: TANGENTS

Ok, so tangents in art are when you're drawing a thing, like hair, and it's lining up with a different object to the point where the visual line continues from one part of art to another and it looks really unrealistic/weird. Most artists figure out how to avoid this on their own just from noticing it and feeling uncomfortable with how it looks, while others learn via the internet etc. It can happen in anyone's art at any skill level, but the amount that it happens in A.I stuff is HUGE. It's almost every single image, and you can really notice it in places where something overlaps like hair or, from the above image with the money: there's two bills that just kind of bleed together. From the same image, you can also see how her hair bleeds into the wrinkles of her jacket in an unnatural way. Comparatively, you can see in the Hela art I did below that there are overlapping elements like the hair and the ribbons behind it that do not mesh or bleed together.

Something else to look at: Symmetrical elements that don't work right. So, this is kind of getting harder to see depending on what they're generating as a subject matter and the style they are using. As always, there is a disclaimer for this. Art does not always have perfect symmetrical elements in it.

For example: in the real world, this dude's coat would have more clean symmetrical elements. As it is a sketchy doodle, they're there but they're not 100% symmetrical. With a LOT of A.I stuff, you'll notice that something meant to be mirrored on the other side of the clothing, room design, etc. is actually completly wonky/incorrect or not even there at all.

For example, in this A.I we have missmatching elements on both sides. Not only in things that could be designed to be asymmetrical, but also things that 100% should be mirrored. The left side under the buckle on the shoulder has a diamond shape. The right has a weird spikey thing. The little leaf pattern on the gold lapel area appears to be just blobs on the right side. The left shoulder area has a button and additional little detail under the buckle area. It is not there on the right side. And, again, some of this can be intentional with real art. Her arm bands could be intentionally different, for example. But elements that clearly should be reflected on the other side and are very clearly not are generally a good clue that it's A.I. A few last moment things to look out for:

Styles that are recognizable someone else's whole thing. Example: The monstrosity that someone just generated that is supposedly Calvin and Hobbs. It's pretty easy to tell because it looks like shit right now, but generally if someone is ripping off a distinct style of someone famous, it's probably A.I or at least worth double checking.

Did they suddenly start doing ______? This could be anything, backgrounds, drawing horses, full color, etc. But if they're suddenly, overnight just BOOM they're 'drawing' in a whole other style, it's suddenly really rendered, and/or there's no 'growing pains'/work shown that they've started working on drawing the thing they never drew before... It's time to take a closer look. Last but not least, look for the language they use around the stuff they're putting out. A.I people are often... a certain type. They use a lot of that NFT bro lingo that can tip you off. The tags might be all over the place for styles, or tagging certain famous artist's styles, etc. They also can be a bit more blatant in the tags and just outright tag A.I or NFTs somewhere in there. And, in the end, if you really can't tell and you really love the thing and want to share it: Ask an artist. Or just don't share it.

Thanks for reading, and I hope this is helpful in some way!

[moodymisty]

Hii! I am the anon who asked about the Ambassador gangbang and here is the smut fic I promised. It's very long, I can't write anything without some character introduction 😭

Btw this is my first time writing smut, or something about 40k despite being a fan for 9 years, so this isn't going to be very good. Further, English isn't my first language so sorry for some mistakes

Cato Sicarius has never felt such emotions: anger, frustration, denial, confusion, lust. As an Space Marine, it isn't in his genetic makeup to feel such sentiments but ever since she entered the picture, he wasn't the same man. Maybe it was in his gene-seed? His Lord Primarch was known to be a caring man, even rumoured to have held love affairs but the nature of these relationships was always a mystery, whether they were sexual or simply platonic.

Whatever was the cause, Cato felt mad. With lust? With anger? With jealousy? He didn't know. All he knew what that he felt a feeling unknown to him whenever she close to him. This wretched ambassador.. How dare she be.. herself? How dare she be joyous? How dare she laugh? How dare she talk with other men? How dare she dance? How dare she EXIST without him? How dare she act like a slut? She would always wear those dresses which tightened too much around her waist.. AROUND HIS FATHER! Too polite, too respectful.. Cato didn't care that was essentially her career. He felt a kind of jealousy for his father. Deep within himself, he felt jealous for Lord Guilliman for being popular with women. He wanted to be the one who those rumours are talking about. He wanted women, he wanted trophies! The Ambassador would belong to him, he is entitled to her.

During a banquet, the Ambassador was as always the heart of the party. Witty, extroverted and a sheer delight, she was quickly surrounded by many noblewomen and noblemen. Cato felt his heart shattering, his mind flooded with rampant insults. His entitlement and pride swollen exponentially and, to his own misjudgment, he did something he would regret later on. As the evening weared on, the Ambassador was swiftly "stolen" away by the Cato, with the reason being that he wanted to discuss with her. It would be thoughtless to say no, he often takes out his frustration on her, so much in fact that she began to actively distance herself from him, making him more mad. He entered a random chamber, not bothering to close the door behind him. He pinned her to a wall, lifting her up and began to scream at her, insulting her and slut shaming.

As the argument began, with the Ambassador being drunk enough to argue back, a powerful presence entered the chamber. Cato immediately untangled himself from her, his expression showing a deep fear. It was Roboute Guilliman. He heard Cato screaming and immediately knew the reason why. The ambassador has complained to him about Cato Sicarius' behaviour, the Ultramarine always being punished but never going back on his demeanour. This is going to be the final time he punishes one of his sons. It would be completely depraved, but it will teach his stubborn son a lesson, won't it? Guilliman knew exactly who to involve in the plan. He took the Ambassador out of the room, only glancing back at Cato with a disapproving glare, leaving his son a mess.

Some days later, Cato once woke up tied up to a chair. He immediately began to panic, his first thought being that he was kidnapped. He was slapped across the cheek, his head spinning to where the slap came from. That face.. that dreaded face. He'll recognise it until his grave: Captain Titus. The man then explained to Cato's punishment: he'll assist to the Ambassador being made love by his own father and the man who took his title as "Captain of the 2nd Company". He was about to go mad, his frighten eyes going in front of him, where a large table sits. The Ambassador is sitting there, Guilliman behind her. He gently takes off her headscarf, then unbraids her hair. He turns her around, kisses her cheeks and reassured her about what was to happen. Titus comes to them, takes the lady's hand and kisses each individual finger, as well asking if she wanted to continue. The Ambassador doesn't even know why she had agreed to this, maybe it was because she wanted Cato suffer or because she wanted a reason to go to bed with two men she was fond of. Nonetheless, she agrees.

Guilliman immediately goes to her chest, massaging her breasts through her dress. Her breath hitches, Cato's grips the arms of the chair. He could easily rip through them, both Guilliman and Titus knew that, but he didn't, he couldn't.. The Captain kneels down before the Ambassador. He takes off her shoes, then her stockings, lifting up her skirt and being met with her lacy underwear. While Guilliman dealt with her corset strings, Titus began kissing up her thighs. With each second, Cato drooled. He was so incredibly furious and frustrated. He felt for the first time genuine anger towards his father.. Guilliman then took off her bodice, revealing her bra. He again teased her nipples while kissing her neck. Titus, downwards, ordered for her to lift her butt and he took off her underwear. He immediately delved into her moist cunt, the Ambassador gasping loudly. He wasted no time before placing a feather-light kiss to her aching clit. He softly licked at her sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting quiet mewls and whines from her throat as she writhed in pleasure beneath his hold. Guilliman took off her bra, lavishing her breasts with attention. While these men worked on her, her eyes wandered to Cato. She felt guilty. He looked at her with such adoration, clearly feeling even a pang of pity. Her thoughts were immediately shot away from her mind when Guilliman kissed her on the lips.

Titus flattens his tongue across her slit, gathering her arousal on the tip of his tongue, poking and proding her hole as his thumb plays with your clit. Soon enough the room is filled with her moans and mewls as her mind becomes a haze from the pleasure he was giving her. Titus groans like a straved man against her folds as he satiates his thirst with her essence. Guilliman is deeply surprised, stopping his affection on her breasts, wondering how could Titus give head better than him. Cato was drooling once again, dripping on his shirt, his erection growing proeminent. As she orgasms, Guilliman puts a hand over Titus' shoulder, silently conveying that he should calm down. With her juices all around his face, he moves towards her, while Guilliman takes his place and pins her down on the desk, putting her legs over his broad shoulders. Titus gently kisses her, pushing his tongue lazily into her mouth so she could taste herself. After he was done, the Primarch leans down, also kisses her, and tells her that he'll go as gentle as he could. He lifts up his tunic, taking off his loincloth in the process, and reveals his defined cock..

Cato is about to cry when he sees his father enter her with a pop, his erection growing when she cries out. Titus, while caressing her body, turns his gaze at him and scoffs. This would definitely teach him lesson, he thinks..

After hours and hours of Titus and Guilliman taking turns, they were finished with her. Guilliman helped the Ambassador to dress, kissed her cheeks once again and invited into his chambers to sleep in. He also promised her a warm bath, which made her giggle. Left alone, Titus reprimanded Cato, putting him down for his behaviour. He untied him and promptly left the room as well. Cato remained there, crying like a baby and deeply sexually frustrated. He looked at both his sides, spotting to his right a camera which seemed to be opened. This whole ordeal was filmed.

(I realized I made Cato an incel LMAO)

[snowsinterlude]

Incel Coryo who would never admit it because 'he's a manly man' but he loves it when you baby him while calling him your pretty boy, your little bitch who always seems to be in heat for you </3

He adores it when you coddle him and actually he's the one sitting in your lap more ofte than the other way around😭 In front of his incel friends he acts all high and mighty, like he's the man on the house, the dominant male that he wants to be but in reality he's sucking on your tit, tears running down his pretty angelic face as you give him a nursing handjob and degrade him💕

OMG HI ANONNN im sorry but i wrote for it before!!! here, i honestly loved it and was gonna write for it but i remembered.that i actually already did one of those :P hope you enjoy!!