#more so just to rp with AI...

[sleepypuddding]

And when Dr. Coomer said: "I know there's a world in your dreams. And I need to go there." And when Dr Coomer said: "Every time you go to sleep I can feel my body torn apart, atom by atom." And when the Gnome said "What's wrong, Gordon? Woken up with something of a Nightmare, have you? In a few moments, you will wake up good as new! Like this was all just a mere bad dream." And when Gabe said "I had these nightmares every single night. What I saw in those dreams was beyond my understanding, but what was in the grasp of my cognition was the fear." And when every stream starts with them Waking Up and every stream ends with them going to Sleep. can anyone hear me

[kowaindar0u]

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started on the yasu outfit drawing but it's not working out tonight so I'll try again tomorrow LOL drawing is hard

i have like 3 different jobs I'm waiting to hear back on so on top of like i guess the usual slump of depression im soooo just wwwwaaaaaaaghhhhhhhhh hrrrrzzzzzzggggg (the sounds of being stuck in apprehension waiting for something to happen)

hopefully i hear back from the one i interviewed with today bc that seems the best deal so far but I'm nervous cause if I hear about one of the other ones I'm gonna have to ask them for more time to accept or deny y'know agghhhhh

either way if i get one of the jobs there's a 2/3 chance I'll have to move (and then ofc be starting a new job) so it may be a hot minute before I catch up on replies and stuff 😭 I know y'all are chill I'm just AAGHHHH

I will have the house to myself for a few days this upcoming week so maybe I can get something done then, we'll see

[bug-the-chicken-nug]

So, I couldn't find much else on this post about like. How to actually go about alternatives beyond "just suck it up and do it"

So I'll try, as someone who will admit that they used Gen AI in the last few months, but also does write all of their public fics without it, has been writing fics on their own for years before it, and has now gone back to distancing themself from AI. First, elephant in the room: It *did* get less approachable to RP with real people, and it *is* really hard to be brave enough to do it. Having to rely so much on Discord nowadays really *does* feel like a big step backwards. I also feel it's reductive to blame this specific phenomenon on AI. To me, it feels like AI is just well-timed to capitalize on a decline that was in motion regardless. And realistically, your most approachable friends usually don't share *ALL* your interests. Sometimes an idea being weird or uncomfortable ISN'T just in your head, and not just anyone is suitable for it. It really is hard. Of course, hard things can be worth it, but we need to stop downplaying it and being so quick to discard compassion and ignore people's struggles. (and no, compassion doesn't have to mean you just enable them) Otherwise, they're not actually going to stop or really learn anything beyond "well, now i've made them all mad at me, so that's even more reason not to RP, I already ruined it for myself" Like. Anxiety *sucks* at grasping "people won't be mad forever". A lot of the time, it *feels* like "they all still hate you, they just decided to be polite about it" Personally, I still don't really RP, and I'm still afraid of it. But my general approach to hard things is to take a few deep breaths and just take the first step before I can talk myself out of it. Then let yourself feel the discomfort. Let yourself see that it's not going to harm you. Keep breathing. As for writing, I have plenty more experience there, but that's hard too. It's often slow, tedious, thankless, and I've gotten criticism that I would genuinely call traumatic. Again, I don't actually think AI is to blame for perceived reductions in fic engagement, either. People who don't want to read a fic were always going to find *something* to do besides read that fic. IMO, the only real option is to try to reduce your need for attention and approval, and keep in mind that people just naturally aren't in the mood to read fics 24/7. Do your best to calmly let self-doubting thoughts about it pass over you without feeding further into them or taking them as fact. I also feel like we don't really talk about how much harder it is to do things when you get past the age where you were able to confidently be bad. Devoting yourself to something that feels miserable and constantly makes you anxious and scared is extremely difficult. Start small. Aim for short, achievable things. Try to teach yourself that you're capable of *something*, and try to find people who are actually willing to be attentive and supportive. (Which is another thing that's way harder than people on this post keep claiming it is. A Ton of fandoms are tiny and/or mostly dead.) I would suggest starting with posting basic scenarios and ideas rather than actual stories. It gets notes and attention without all the commitment, especially if you keep at it, so then it's much easier to pick out people who'll be interested and supportive in the first place. As for private writing, it's once again the kind of thing that gets easier when you start. I myself often have to sit in the word document with no other distractions for upwards of 45 minutes before I finally feel like I'm able to make actual progress. "Just write a sentence or paragraph every day" flat out doesn't work on me, because I have to invest so much into getting the ball rolling for each session that I *can't* just "pop in" and do a little at a time. And don't be afraid to write out of order or write small snippet scenarios, either. I've lost loads of productivity to being irrationally uncomfortable with writing "out of order", or not writing a "proper" longform story.

[bioshockey]

ok. how does one start a rp blog thing

[sleep-drunk-kitten]

pairing: Sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: angst with a happy ending, fluff, established relationship

content warnings: emotional neglect, some swearing, hoon is kinda a workaholic ig?, I don't think there's anything that really needs warnings other than this is sad but lmk if I miss anything!

summary: your boyfriend comes home late after promising to be home on time for once, only to find that you're nowhere in sight...

notes: this is another one that I'm not sure how to feel about ;-; but I hope you guys enjoy it TwT fun fact, the whole thing was inspired by an rp that I did with an ai where the robot somehow managed to call me by another person's name while cuddling XD

I'm making a general taglist for my fics so if anyone would like to be added please either send an ask or a DM ^w^

Everything below the cut is NOT proofread

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  The white noise of your favorite movie buzzes through your living room, conversation and dialogue that you’d learned by heart filling the cold space with a false sense of familiarity. You sit cross-legged with your back pressed into the arm of the L-shaped couch in front of the tv, resting your chin on a plushie held close to your chest, looking not at the flickering screen to your right, but at the clock hanging in your kitchen–the only room in the house with the lights on. 

  9:17 pm, it reads. Roughly three hours and seventeen minutes since your boyfriend would typically get home from work. 

  Three hours and seventeen minutes since you’d been waiting on a barstool by the kitchen island where you both usually took your meals. 

  A tiramisu cake and a bouquet of flowers laid out in front of you. 

  Waiting.

  Waiting.

  So much waiting. 

  After an hour or so, you’d gently slid the cake back into its box, distracting yourself with the task of putting the flowers into a vase before they could wilt. 

  ‘He’s late again,’ you think sleepily, eyes struggling to stay focused on the clock, ’he promised he wouldn’t be tonight.’

  Your vision blurs as the long hand hits 12, eyelids too heavy to keep open, mind wandering to the conversation you’d shared with Sunghoon that morning. 

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  “What time will you be home from work today?” you asked sleepily, sitting up in your nest of blankets, having woken up to find that he was already in the process of pulling his socks on, careful not to wake you. 

  “I don’t know, Love, you know how crazy things have been with this update, I might be late again,” he said absently, looking around for his glasses. “Where the fuck did I put them?”

  He runs a hand through his hair frustratedly, leg bouncing in agitation. It made your heart ache slightly in your chest, disappointment, guilt, and worry mixing confusedly in your stomach. 

  You loved Sunghoon, more than almost anything else in your life, he was the man you’d chosen as your partner, who you’d decided to stand by through thick and thin. But ever since the game company he worked for had started work on a new update, you’d been seeing less and less of him. Always coming home late, tired and stressed, mind wandering and absent even when he was sitting right in front of you. You understood, you really did. Between the two of you he was the one with the bigger income, the burden of taking care of you, of making sure that the two of you could build a future together, was on his shoulders. And it was a responsibility that he did not take lightly. 

  But still. 

  In moments like that, where you slid off your bed to fetch his glasses off the nightstand–blanket wrapped securely round your shoulders to fend off the cold that permeated your apartment since the heating had started to malfunction–moving round the bed to stand in front of him… you couldn’t help but feel like he was breaking your heart. Just a little. 

  It was in the way he only met your eyes briefly when he took them from you before standing and gathering the rest of his things, sighing in what could’ve been frustration or relief, it was hard to tell. 

  It was the way he didn’t stop the flow of movement steadily taking him away from you and towards the office till you called his name twice, stopping in his tracks and fixing you with a look that, though probably unintentional, made you want to bury yourself under your mountain of plushies and hide. 

  “I’m going to be late, (y/n), what is it?”

  You winced. You couldn’t help it. Unaccustomed to hearing him say your name with so little emotion. “Just… could you come back on time tonight?” your voice is barely more than a whisper, tapering off into silence the longer you force your eyes to meet his. “Unless you can’t of course! I’m not saying you have to do anything, I understand that you’re busy and you can’t really dictate when or how things get done but just that it would be nice if you could be home on time tonight since-”

  “Okay.”

  “Huh?” 

  “I’ll make it home on time tonight.” 

  His voice was softer than it had been a moment ago, giving you the courage you needed to meet his eyes. They were still heavy with worry, brows drawn together to dig a permanent crease into the middle of his forehead, but they weren’t quite as cold or distant. He was looking at you, really looking at you for the first time in what felt like forever. 

  It wasn’t much, you knew that. But it was still enough to ease the knot building in your throat. Enough to bring a small smile to your face as you nodded. “Mnm! Okay, I’ll see you tonight then.”

   “Mnm, alright,” he said, a small, slightly strained smile coming to rest on his own lips.

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  The apartment was almost completely dark when the lock to the front door chimed, alerting the darkness that someone had arrived. The figure that stepped through was slumped over, backpack sliding off one shoulder with his jacket, shoes abandoned haphazardly. 

  It took a moment for Sunghoon’s mind to catch up to his body, for it to fully sink into his bones that he was home. That he was home and it was nearly 11 pm. Home and the tv and kitchen light were both on, white letters onscreen asking the room if anyone was still watching Netflix. 

  Something in the kitchen caught his eye, a handmade vase his sister had given you for your birthday set out on the kitchen island, filled to the brim with pink, white, and purple flowers he did not recognise. 

  ’Oh’

  It was his birthday. 

  That’s why you’d asked him to come home on time. 

  Sunghoon groaned, face twisting with what could only be described as pain as he quickly set his bag down by the front door and made his way to your shared bedroom. You were usually asleep by this time, unable to pull all-nighters the way you used to back when you were in high school, always out like a light by no later than 10:30 every night. 

  ’But she still stays up every night waiting for you,’ a voice in his head hisses.

  ’I know… fuck I know she does,’ his own voice replies, panic setting in when he finds your room empty, the bed neatly made, not even a dent to show that you’d been laying in it while working on your laptop during the day. 

  ’She’s not here… are you surprised? How long did you expect her to wait?’ the voice whispers, a chill cascading down his spine.

  The panic sets in with more vigor, wrapping round his throat and sending his tired mind into overdrive as he checks the bathroom, your home office, and finally the dark living room. Fear telling him that this was it. 

  He’d really gone and done it now. 

  He wasn’t a complete fool. He knew the moment you stood in the middle of your bedroom floor instead of closing the distance between you and wrapping your arms around his waist, choosing instead to clutch your favorite duvet like a lifeline, wincing when you heard his voice, all because you wanted to ask him to come home… he knew right then that he’d been an absolute idiot. 

  He’d meant to come home early, to be there to make it up to you, to apologise properly, tell you that he’d take some time off as soon as the update was done and dusted. 

  But he didn’t. He let work sweep him up again. Drowning in error messages and buggy code till the sky outside his office windows was filled with the flickering lights of the city at night. 

  And now… now you weren’t there. 

  He’d left you alone. 

  He’d left you alone too long and you were gone. 

  You were gone. 

  You were gone and-

  ’Oh.’

  There you were. 

  The relief when Sunghoon sees you–curled up on the couch, partially hidden by a small pile of blankets and stuffed animals–is immediate.

  He doesn’t really register the way he sighs your name, shoulders relaxing, body melting into the floor the moment he’s in front of you, hand brushing a few messy strands of hair out of your face. The need to feel the warmth of your skin, to confirm that you really are there in front of him more an instinct than a conscious decision. 

  You mumble something in your sleep, tilting your face away from his cold fingertips, eyes fluttering open. “Hoon… hi baby… welcome home,” you say tiredly, shifting under your blankets in an attempt to pull yourself up. 

  Sunghoon feels his heart crack in his chest. Why were you smiling at him? You should've been angry. You should've pushed him away, demanded to know why he was back so late, why he'd been neglecting you in the first place. 

  “Baby? My love… why are you crying?” you ask, reaching for him through the haze of sleep still clinging to your limbs. 

  Choking back a sob, he leans closer, tucking his head under your chin and doing his best to wrap an arm around you from his place on the carpeted floor. “Nothing,” he says, shaking his head, though the tears soaking into your sternum say otherwise, “just missed you…”

  Your vision blurs at his words, a thread of steadily building tension and worry that had been constricting your heart for the past few weeks snapping. “Oh…” your voice shakes slightly, lungs shuddering as your breaths begin to feel lighter, “I’m right here you goose, what’re you crying for?” 

  “Who says I’m crying,” he says, hoarse with tears. 

  “Right right,” you laugh despite the dampness now soaking through your own cheeks, “because my baby never cries, huh?” 

  “Never,” he sniffles, nuzzling closer.

  You stay like that for a while, eventually urging him to sit more comfortably on the couch, allowing you to settle yourself on his lap, his arms still wrapped firmly round your waist, hands occasionally kneading whatever part of you he was in contact with as if he needed to assure himself that you were there, solid and real. 

  He waits until he feels your heartbeat slow to a steady rhythm, trying his best to calm down so his own can match yours, beat for beat. The way it–in his opinion–should. 

  But it wouldn’t, there were words lodged in his throat, and every time he tried to get them out he felt that same panic wash over him, sending his heart into a frenzy. 

  You could feel like beating against your cheek, could sense that there was something he wasn’t saying from the way his grip on you would tighten almost imperceptibly, stiffening as if he was bracing himself for something. A part of you wanted to push him, prompt him and ask what was going through his head, why you’d woken up to the sight of him crying in the dim light of your living room. And you would’ve if he hadn’t beat you to it. 

  “I’m sorry, (y/n).”

  “What do you mean? For being late? I know you can’t help it, Hoon, it’s not some-”

  “No! I mean yes, I’m sorry for being late tonight but… I mean… I mean for everything… for not being… here, with you, like this… as often as I should be, I’m sorry,” he says, the hands at your sides nervously fidgeting with the fabric at your hips, nervously looking between your face and the static tv screen behind you. 

  Sunghoon had never been good with words. You’d learned early on in your relationship that he preferred to show how he felt through his actions. Yet here he was, fumbling through an apology because… because… 

  “My love… did you think I’d left?” you ask, gently cupping his face with one hand, urging him to look at you. 

  Puffy red eyes still wet with tears, messy unkempt hair from running his hands through it all day, tired and probably as emotionally spent as you’d ever seen him and still… still he was the most beautiful person in the world to you. He nodded, hiding his face in your chest again, hands stilling. 

  “Well,” you sigh, resting your chin on top of his head and running a hand through the hair at the back of his head, combing through it in a way he swears only you can, “at least you know you’ve got things you need to make up for…”

  “I know… I forgot for a while… but I know…”

  “That’s okay then,” you breathe, leaning back to kiss his forehead. “But Sunghoon… baby… darling… the love of my life… my little pookie bear… “ you both giggle a little at the pet names, “You know I’d never leave you over something like this right? I was sad, and hurt, and I still expect you to make it up to me by never doing this again but… I still love you, it only hurts because I love you… I’m not going anywhere.”

  Sunghoon pauses for a moment, letting your words sink in. You think that when he looks up, lips slightly parted, it’s to say something in response, but you really should’ve known better. 

  Slowly, giving you enough time to pull away should you choose to, his breath mingling with yours before he steals it away with a soft, lingering kiss. Neither of you is in any rush to take things further. 

  It feels like a small eternity before he pulls away, like time stills for you both, but then he’s pressing his lips to your jaw, butterfly kisses tickling you down to your pulse point, making you giggle so you almost miss it when he says, “I love you too… so much…” 

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  It isn’t until the next day when you’re shuffling into your home office dressed in one of his oversized jerseys, complaining about a meeting that he remembers the flowers he’d seen on the kitchen island.

  Pulling out his phone, he makes good use of his detective skills (and google lens), remembering all the times you’d spoken to him about the language of flowers, and the meanings behind certain blooms. 

  He wasn’t quite sure whether to laugh or cry once he’d figured it out, opting to dig through the cabinets for a pack of waffle mix to fix you some breakfast instead. He had a lot of apologies to make…

Baby’s Breath: pure everlasting love

Pink Camellias: longing for you

Forget-me-nots: true love memories, do not forget me

[leidensygdom]

new scam just dropped

We know of the scammers that dwell on Discord, Twitter, or Bsky, and ask you to commission them, either giving you an AI generated picture or charging you 300$ and giving you something they commissioned on Fiverr for 5$ . I literally have a whole-ass guide on them. Then there's the ones who ask for commissions, trying to get you to draw their pet or whatever, then sending you a fake cheque or something, which has been very common on Tumblr. This post explains it well.

But now we're bringing the first type of scam (where someone tries to force you to commission them) onto tumblr! Our buddy miruuuwuu here is going to provide a really good example. Let's start with the circumstances this happened in. I got two DMs from this account, who had followed me few minutes prior to DMing. As always, I checked their profile first.

Few things to note in here that already told me this was a scammer: The account had a grand total of two posts in their profile, posted four hours ago. Nothing else. Completely empty account. The "femenine" name and the anime pfp already were kinda suspicious alongside this. A large portion of the "commission me" scammers will have a generic anime profile picture and a woman's name. The generic-ass description didn't help.

And well, since I haven't got this type of scammer on tumblr before, I decided to go along with it, because there's something inherently funny about some scammer trying this with someone who's specifically been doing guides about scammers for years. You will notice that my responses are rather mean, which... ngl I like being sassy about scammers what can I say

First initial impression: This person was trying very hard to try to be friends with me. Very weird from a complete random who just followed. The weirdest part here is, of course, how they instantly dismiss me saying "I'm not sure I think" about their random attempts to be like "you're my friend now" and simply proceed with their script. Now, this scammer is SLIGHTLY more specific than usual, since they mentioned DnD- which is closer to my interests than they tend to target. So uh, props to that I guess.

They inmediately tried to inquiry about my character. At this point, I know they'd be offering to draw them for money. I know these scammers tend to steal people's art as examples, so I just grabbed some shitty AI-generated tiefling from google. If they steal that and then try to use it as an example for someone else, I hope they can easily realize this is a scam. Notice how little they care about me being very rude and short-responsed: They're following a script. Afterwards, they sent me an example of "their OC". Alongside a massive AI-generated backstory that has no relation whatsoever to the character, which is supposedly a half elf.

I decide to poke a bit about it. Their response is pretty detached to someone who would actually know about RP or anything. "My setting's elves are green" would've been great. But nope, they immediately jump to trying to share me more examples of their art, and send me about 6-7 pictures in rapid fire. Some of them stolen, some of them traced, some of them commissioned from people in Fiverr for five bucks.

And then we jump immediately to the core of the scam: asking me to commission them. I already knew this was coming, but let's go for it. Their entire massive blurb on how they "work on paid and unpaid platforms" is extremely unhinged to read as an artist myself, but sure, whatever they wanna use to tell me why I gotta pay them. THE CRUCIAL PART HERE IS: YOU SHOULD NEVER COMMISSION PEOPLE WHO DMED YOU FIRST AT RANDOM! I have seen WAY too many people fall for this. If an "artist" DMs you to ask you to commission them, block them! Legitimate artists WON'T do that unprompted! I have way more information in the guide I linked in the first paragraph, but yeah.

At this point, these scams tend to go in different ways. If you insist you can't pay for them, they often will jump to guilt tripping you, or bringing some sob story on how they need money desperately. We had one in our Discord trying to convince two different people to commission them with entirely different stories (one of them was "I need to buy a gift for my wife" and the other one was "i need to buy hearing aids ASAP!!!"). DO NOT FALL FOR THESE SOB STORIES. They're just trying to get you to feel bad and agree even if you're suspicious.

This is the point where I just stopped going ahead with the conversation. They will try to haggle you. You tell them you have 100 bucks, they'll try to raise 150. A lot of artists online tend to have a pricing guide, a website, some sort of TOS kinda stuff. They won't try to see how much they can milk out of you by testing the waters. Again, please check out this guide if you're suspecting anything weird, or even feel free to DM me if you need someone to double check. Don't put your money on these scams: They will either run with your money, commission someone in the global south on fiverr for literal cents, or they'll just get you some AI generated mess.

Anyways, many thanks to miruuuwuu for helping me put together this post, very kind of them to let me know this scam is now coming on tumblr too!

[bearratic]

Ais lets out a smokey sigh, almost growl like annoyance. If this specific herb only grows outside of the walls of Eridia, something tells him Alice won’t stop and will keep returning until she has what she’s looking for. And that would cause only more trouble, not only for him but also for his soulless. “Unbelievable.” He says more to himself than to the girl near his chest. However his ears did pick up on the mention of a book, someone seems to have knowledge of the place. Maybe even more than the demon himself has, this might be worth getting involved with. Ais might have lived outside of the walls for as long as he can remember.. but even for him there are hidden mysteries and secrets yet to uncover. Power, to be unlocked.

“How about a deal.. Alice, I help you find this herb you’re looking for.. and you take me to the person that knows about it in the first place. Your father.” He says as a gleam crosses his crimson eyes, it wasn’t malice but it was light curiosity. “Seems like a deal you can’t refuse.” He says hinting at her useless legs at the moment, digging his fingers a bit tighter into the skin he’s holding, almost a warning. But then he eyes his soulless next to them, she’s big. Lining his chest with her back Ais gives Alice in his arms a small smirk before propping her on Princess’ back without a word. “Stay up there, at least until your legs work again. And don’t move too much, she’s not a fan of that.” Ais, glad to have both his arms back reaches into his pocket. Getting out a cigarette to light and put between his fanged teeth. He starts walking, no real idea what he’s looking for or where to look but he has a feeling she does.

The demon grins again as he lets out a chuckle “Afraid? I can’t recall the last time i was afraid of anything. Maybe of Mhin when i piss him off. But you’ll get what i mean when you see him.” He takes another drag of his cigarette as they walk through the fog, Ais almost blends in even with his fiercely colored horns. “Actually i do not remember much at all before i turned up here.” The demon admits as he places a hand on the side of his soulless pet almost as if it’s like a normal dog and then looks at the girl on it’s back.

Doesn't he understand, that William needs the medicine to keep living, hadn't she made this clear?? Alice would be mad, if not for her condition. For now, she can only helplessly struggle, because though she's weak, she's not in danger anymore (or so she thinks), but her father is. Thinking about others was always a priority for her, especially her closest relatives.

On a second account, being picked up like this should confuse and scare her, but for some odd reason, she isn't, despite having every right to be terrified of him.If something, she finds his presense unnerving and at the same time comforting. Perhaps other than being worried about William, Alice had a lot of encounters with supernatural beings before. Heck, she was fighting for her own life and the lives of her comrades before being dumped by the Black Order!

«...one of the herbs, I've seen in the book. It grows somewhere nearby…I guess. You see, my father has not so much time left, so I had no choice.»

Of course, she won't admit she'd seen it in her father's notebook to a stranger. WIlliam's knowledge of magic, herbs, and science was almost overwhelming for some. And for Alice as well, unfortunately. She still couldn't figure out many things about magic and didn't have a clue about her own.

«...me? I don't think I would be able to resist such things. I've had certain powers before, but…that's long ago when we were traveling outside of Eridia.»

And she won't tell either she's an exorcist of the Black Order since her weapon was destroyed. That's a sacrifice she made for her father's life and safety, and from that time, she considered herself to be a normal human like everyone else. Until she ended up in this cursed city. Now, she's more confused than she had ever been in her entire life of fighting in the Holy War.

«...having these as pets? Aren't you afraid they would kill you? I mean... they look huge, and I don't even assume who could kill them so brutally. »

Her pupils go wide --- she doesn't hide her emotions for now. She also doesn't suspect the person beside her is non-human, even though having horns and charmingly beautiful crimson eyes. She doesn't pay attention to any of it, since the thoughts of William are all around her head.

[liloinkoink]

HEY GUYS CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVE TO SAY THIS BUT DO NOT MAKE A C.AI BOT OF ME, LIKE LITERALLY ME ???????

girl am i in the twilight zone right now. what is this.

hey guys so like fun fact in case you did not know i am a real human person. you can message me. my ask box has been open all like ten years i have been on this website. my messages have been open since they added that feature to tumblr. youre allowed to just talk to me. you do not have to make a fake, 2D version of me to roleplay talking to me

related, i am a real human person, and this is an incredibly weird and dehumanizing thing to do. i don’t know how to explain that any more clearly. i didn’t think i would need to? like. i’m not a creator playing an RP character. i am not fictional. i am literally just a guy on tumblr. this is really fucking a weird thing to do to me

also, i am very vocally anti generative ai and anti chatbot. this is not only incredibly dehumanizing, but incredibly violating of my principles as a writer and as a person. i have never been shy about this. i talk about it all the time. this is incredibly disrespectful

but just like. to reiterate. make sure this is fully and clearly stated, bc apparently it needs to be stated explicitly

1) do not make AI chatbots of me. i am a human being who is very easily accessible. you can just talk to me. my messages are open

2) do not make AI chat bots based on my writing or characters.

3) do not put any of my writing through any kind of generative ai. ever.

[carrie-tate]

might i suggest

lee ten great and all, he is adorable BUT

ler ten is fucking amazing and I do not see enough ler content for him

that is all

also just fyi i guess please don’t put any spoilers in this post if you answer it because im only like two episodes into season three

- fellow time lord

Bonus sketch with Tenth and Rose

I think it's quite relevant after you've finished watching the 2nd season and started the 3rd one :'>

Oh, but yes, yes, of course, you're absolutely right, we don't talk enough about this chaotic bundle of energy as a ler

That is, reading the few headcanons (and regularly rp with a chatbot in character ai, ahem) about him, I have roughly formed one picture of what's type he is

He is truly CHAOTIC, a very appropriate word, he is noticeably... More expressively emotional than the previous regeneration. (Still, I remember Ninth as more calm one at the time... A year has passed since I watched the first season, aah—sorry)

And so I agree with people who think Ten is an endless generator of teasing. Moreover, of a completely different ones, the “I will continue to speak about a very scientific theory and pretend that the person in my hands is not squealing with laughter.”, the "I will say the most random things, seeing that funny sound combinations make a person embarrassed and it looks fascinating.", and etc x'D

Either way, he'll be a hell of a talker

[babycharmander]

I feel like the people who are super into character AIs just… really haven’t read enough fanfic. Like, so much of the output of those things is just generic sludge, like, the most basic, boring response to whatever you typed in. It’s not in-character, it’s just an algorithm coughing up the most obvious response it can think of.

If this is the stuff you’re enjoying, I highly encourage you to read literally anything else.

The most poorly-written OOC fanfic is better than a character AI by virtue of it at least having been written by a human. It’s not the most obvious algorithmically generated sludge—it’s something a real person wanted to write.

Or like, if you want to write stuff yourself while playing off another person… maybe join a roleplay group, or find an RP partner? It’s not like they’re hard to find these days. Of course you need to learn basic RPing etiquette, which might seem intimidating, but once you learn it I promise you it is SO much more satisfying than receiving sludge responses from an AI.

Please engage in fandom in literally any other way—I promise you it will be more fun than what you are currently doing.

[that-wildwolf]

Went out for coffee with a friend today.

She's really into RP and is now in some Andromeda-based RP campaign so we talked about that. I know close to nothing about RP and I have never actually played through Andromeda aside from the multiplayer mode.

"Well," she says, "what's the point of RPing in Mass Effect it you're not gonna be a turian?"

I actually think that this is an extremely based take, provided you're into RP in the first place.

She goes on to explain that she can't draw her character and she refuses to use AI so she just looked up some random turians to find like the most basic generic average joe turian to use as a stand-in for her character.

She then shows me the pic of this generic random turian on her phone.

I look at the picture, and then I just sort of blankly stare at her for a while.

"That's Adrien Victus," I say. What else do I even say here.

"Oh." She's visibly confused because she probably has no idea who that is. It is starting to dawn on me that perhaps she is a more casual fan than I am. "Well he looks like an average turian, doesn't he? Like what you would imagine when you think of a turian. He's got very basic looking colony markings."

I nod, but I take a sip of my coffee to avoid shooting off my mouth and saying something about how this is the Primarch of Palaven and so even based on that rank he is very much not just an average turian.

I explain who that is. I can see it clicks for her when I mention he's from the third game. It's weird talking about Mass Effect with those translated names (she's never played in English) and even weirded to talk to someone who's clearly a casual fan when you're a deeply obsessed person. I have to pretend I'm normal about her not remembering this side character.

She shows me another picture of random turian NPC.

I bite my lip.

"That's Lorik Qui'in," I say.

[escapedaudios]

Ok, if you're a VA who uses commissions or art from image libraries, I'm gonna give some quick tips on how to avoid getting scammed or duped by AI images. It's getting harder and harder to avoid them. Besides the known visual signs, here's some red flags I've found the hard way.

If I want custom art, I normally commission or request it from people within the audio RP community, but there have been times when I used sites like Fiverr when on a time crunch. I myself almost got scammed there, so here are some easy red flags.

No line art or sketch option available on their pricing list. This is a big red flag. Actual artists usually allow this option.

No work in progress options offered by the seller. Revisions only offered when a complete product has been delivered. Real artists don't do this, and would rather get revision feedback at the sketch stage.

No interest in reference images. They're only interested in prompt input.

If you don't use custom art, be careful. A lot of image libraries are clogged with AI images now too. Most have them tagged. If you use any, be mindful to look for images tagged as AI-generated and avoid those platforms completely. Even paid libraries like Adobe Stock now have more and more AI shit clogging their output. If you're searching a platform like deviantArt and asking the artists permission to use an image of theirs, check their other art. If there's no consistent, discernible art style, they're probably posting AI shit. Avoid them too.

Also, look for all the other tell-tale signs of course, and never hurry. It's easy to get tricked if you just give a cursory glance. I've seen VAs get duped before and I very nearly got duped once on Fiverr before because I didn't look closely at the "artists" portfolio (I was thankfully able to get a refund after fighting tooth and nail for it). I've seen VAs that used to rely on services like Adobe Stock or free image libraries like Pixabay get duped when they started introducing AI to their stock images. I hate that this is an issue now but you have to be careful.

Anyway, I think the best option is to use art from people within the audio RP community. Showcase their work, buy commissions, whatever, just stick with people that you know are real human artists and part of the community. It's hell out there right now.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for using character ai instead of real roleplay?

This is probably gonna be a more trivial one, but lately I've seen a lot of people get mad about this recently. They say to stop using ai chats bc it apparently scrapes from fanfiction? And it like. Kills roleplay communities or something?

But I guess my justification for why I don't think I'm an asshole for this is that I'm Never gonna do the types of roleplays I do on character ai with a real person. Too... Vulnerable, y'know? And plus with an AI if I don't like the way the story is going I can just change it hassle free with no hurt feelings. And I'd also make a terrible roleplay partner bc I lose interest for months at a time and then take ages to reply bc I'm very picky with what I write. And I'm not exactly opposed to doing rps with people I'm close with, just not complete strangers?

But then again, ppl say it steals from other ppls work and like makes roleplay communities have less people in it? And I don't really know how the AI works and I don't wanna hurt people or anything so I was just wondering if I'm the asshole for using character ai instead of real roleplay?

What are these acronyms?

[polo-drone-070]

The Bonds We Build

The year’s end was drawing near, and Maximus found himself in his room, preparing greeting cards.

It had been three months since he joined Gold, but it already felt like a fundamental part of his life. So many good memories, so many connections forged. Each moment with his team had shaped him, deepened his sense of purpose and belonging.

He sat at his desk, carefully arranging the cards. Each one carried a personal touch, a memory shared with a brother.

Maximus glanced at the roster, his gaze lingering on the first line: 001, Percival/Ezan (@polo-drone-001), his master and so much more. For him, Maximus included a photo of himself serving coffee, a subtle nod to their bond. With some bros, there were so many moments shared he had to just evoke one memory…like with Herc (@goldenherc9), for whom he recalled Stigandr demonstrating his twin berserk spirit Bödvar the power of discipline.

For Ares (@goldengod-ares10), his thoughts turned to a rough session with Neil, arousal peaking. A late-night discussion right after becoming 070 stood out for Brody (@brodygold).

He kept working down the list, each name evoking vivid memories. For Daniel(@danielgold-16) a simple note evoking a missing hand. Exchanging hypno file tips with Mark (@markgold-18). And for Hades (@hades-gold19), the warm memory of him being the first to welcome him to the Team when he was still Henry.

Further down, Max (@little-pup-max) reminded him of a needed video tutorial, while Leon’s (@leon-gold) hot pic brought a brief but undeniable blush to his face. He noted a discussion about AI with Elliot (@polo-drone-038), the motivational energy from Xavier’s (@polo-drone-039) playlists, and an invitation from Loki (@jordan-gold-40) that left a lasting impression.

Grant’s (@grant-gold43) military buzzcut reminded him of planned RP with him, while for 108 (@heavyrubberboy97), a rubber picture seemed the perfect tribute. A joint programming session for 149 (@polo-drone-149) came to mind, followed by the thrill of  049 (@polo-drone-049) bringing a recruit, and the memory of converting 050 (@polo-drone-050) on Discord.

Chill moments in vocal chats with Trevor (@polo-drone-125) surfaced, along with a pang of regret for not making more of Ganymede’s (@michaelgold53) perfect physique. For Trey (@hero21us), he mentioned the Gold influence, while a cheerleader costume tryout stood out for Riley (@rileygold60), and the installation of a hypnotic trigger for his mentee Duncan (@polo-drone-061) brought a small, satisfied smile.

To Chevy (@chevy-gold), he offered gratitude for helping him through a restless night. A transformation by Cratos for Hunter (@polo-rone-066). Brief but heartfelt words followed for others: “drone rabbit hole” for Hans (@hansgold-69), “gold soak” for Phoenix (@polo-drone-071), and “drone pride” for 073 (@polo-drone-073), who had been such a willing guinea pig.

He fondly remember a perfectly timed pho with Camden (076) (@polo-drone-076), as well as some drunken messages. A personalised spiral memory for Benji (@edmundgold78), a meta-reflection on the Hive with 110 (@polo-drone-110), and a golden bed picture for Grayden (@polo-drone-084). A wrestling match with Leander (@leander-gold-88) a photo of 070 as a drone pup for 098 (@polo-drone-098), a forest encounter with Coach (@thecorruptisland), and a Paris meeting with 103 (@polo-drone-103) all found their way into his recollections.

For 105 (@polo-drone-105), smoky domination seemed fitting, while 151 (@polo-drone-151) brought memories of steady, reliable drone activity.

At last, he indulged in cravings for hot golden collars from Cletus (@cletusgold), deep massages from Denchik (@mrdenchik), and, finally, the evocation of straining in a cage for waterboy Laurent (@laurentgold06).

The cards were ready. Minor gifts, just simple tokens of appreciation, but they carried the essence of Maximus’ gratitude. Through these memories, he realized what he was truly giving to the team: his unwavering devotion. And in return, he was receiving something far greater—pleasure, belonging, and a place in something far bigger than himself. Luvin you all, bruhz ! Gold is da best.

[spiciestmango]

Is this how you pinned post here?

Hewo! I'm Mango and welcome to my blog! :3

You can use any pronouns on me! The more the merrier really ^w^

I'm a bisexual, polyam, dom-leaning service switch. Also a dog/pup/flareon and I'm 26 as of making this post!

This is a heavily NSFT blog (although not exclusively), so absolutely no minors, or ageless accounts. Interaction/follow will result in immediate and permanent block. Sorry not sorry <3

I will not follow back 18 yo's but feel free to follow.

Follow @drippiestmango for my omo/piss focused blog!

Other DNI/Block: Trans/NB/Homophobes, Ableist folk, TERFs, Racists, Generally any bigot really, AI """art""" users, Pedophiles, Zoophiles. This list is not exhaustive and subject to additions.

I am happily married to @usefuldogboy and my tail wags in their direction 24/7

Click here to praise me :3

More info about DMs/kinks/limits/other interests below the cut!

DM Status: DMs are open! I may not respond right away but feel free to chat with me ^w^ NSFW/SFW allowed!

Keep in mind I am not solely horny so if you only ever talk to me about horny things I will be discouraged from replying. I like talking about horny things but also talk to me about other things I'm not an AI NSFW roleplay bot yknow! :P

Other Places:

I have a couple bluesky accounts! Here for IRL Pics, (Both me AND partners, extra horny) Here for Poke/furry art

Also some twitter accounts here (Cringe, i know): IRL Pics twitter (Removed all our content cus fuck you elon) and the token Poke/Furry twitter (This has way more of my art if u want to browse the media tab)

If you like our content, we have a CashApp for tips: $MangoStrawbie

ASK Status: Asks are also open please send them I wanna feel included! NSFW/SFW asks both encouraged!

Kink stats below!! Some of these only apply in a fictional setting (If impossible), All assume full enthusiastic consent from all parties

If I post about any of these I'll try to tag them to the best of my ability for those who have muted tags/triggers

Fav Kinks: You can get me to need you carnally pretty easy with these,,

Petplay ♥♥♥♥♥ (Clicker training, leashes, commands, etc. The whole package!)

Somno

Bondage/Shibari

Breeding/Impreg

Pokeplay (im a furry nerd sue me)

Omorashi/Bladder control

Piss/Watersports

Exhibition/Stealth Toys

Spanks/Impact Play

Facesitting

Plushies

Teasing

Squirting

Praise

Worship

Erogenous zone abuse

Furry related in general

Frotting

Knotting

Strip games

Oviposition

Biting

I also enjoy: I still really like these kinks theyre just not my fav fav

Hypnosis

Waxplay

Body writing

Humiliation

Embarrassment/Teasing

Degredation

Shower/Bath

Gags

Drool

Scent Marking

Facefucking/Oral Fixation

TF/TGTF

Costumes/Lingerie

Foodplay

Forced Masturbation/JOI

Casual/Distracted sex

Rimming

Fauxbeast (As the feral creature)

Piss drinking

Ass on Glass!

Clothes Ripping (Accidental reveal or intentional!)

Knifeplay

Breathplay

Filming/Posting

Micro/Macro/Sizeplay

Pawplay

Electrostim/Shock collar

Musk/Boysmell/Girlsmell/whatever let me sniff your crotch

Sapient feral pkmn/dragons (Thats me btw >:3c)

And theres a lot more but thats all I can remember rn >w<

Not my thing: I'm not into it, but feel free to talk to me about how they make you feel!

Vore (Ironically alternate Vore like AB/UB is good tho idk ask my brain)

Feet (Human feet not paws!)

Feederism

Vacsuits/Latex

Heavy CBT

Findomm/e

Cuckoldry

Cheating (In a kink sense)

I need a genuine bond for: These kinks I will only participate if I trust you wholeheartedly and have a long lasting connection with you. No offence but its probably not you, dear reader.

Caregiver/little (DD/lg but gender ambiguous!)

Fauxcest (2+ Adults RP as like sis/mommy/daddy/etc)

CNC (Consensual nonconsent)

Heavy pain/ Heavy impact play

ABDL

Dacryphilia

Drugging/Chemsex

Knifeplay (Actually using it)/Branding/Scarring

Limits/+Possible Block: Please do not talk to me about, @ me with, or involve me with the following

Loli/Shota/Cub

Scat/Farting

Sissy kinks

Raceplay

Non-RP Incest

Non-sapient/sentient Feral

Heavy Gore/Snuff

Necro

Sexualization of eating disorders

Fetishization (Chasers, Race fetishization, body-type fetishization, etc)

Everything on the lists above are subject to change, and not exhaustive!

Other interests:

I hyperfixate on a lot of things! Here is a list of things I am very very interested in and if you bring them up in a conversation (or if you incorporate them somehow into horny when applicable) my tail will be wagging so hard wruff!!! :3

Magic: The Gathering

Custom Magic

Board gaming as a hobby

Video game design

Roguelikes in general

Indie Games

Slay the spire (In particular)

Omori

Pokemon (But im not very technically knowledgeable (Shockingly))

League of Legends (Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry So)

Arcane (Not sorry abt this one, Jayvik shippers)

Cooking/Baking (Send me pics of your rad dishes!)

Animation as a medium (Including but not limited to: ATLA, Steven Universe, Adventure time, Infinity train, Owl House, Gravity Falls, etc)

Photography

Digital Art

Thank you for taking the time to read through all of this! You get a bone shaped treat!! ^w^

[cloneontheloose]

"...I've kind of... been wandering around."

He chuckles.

"Usually the killers all avoid me, if that counts as anything? I'm too, uh."

He gestures to himself again.

"Obvious."

He's lost count of how many close calls he's experienced.

"Plus, I can't stay in one place too long."

(*Somewhere on the map, between rounds… Someone that isn’t supposed to be here ‘spawns in’—Falling through a tree, and landing hard on the ground.)

After taking a moment to regain their bearings, they put their Fedora back on. And looking at their surroundings… He mutters about some “Energy Fault”, before getting up, and proceeding to wander around the area. Avoiding being in the complete open—but not going anywhere completely hidden from sight.

Not that it matters much, because his yellow skin, blue shirt, and green pants don’t exactly ‘blend in’ with most surroundings.

(-Hat-Hungry Anon, aka… the @fedoradetective wooowow)

(/Ooc: Aaaaa I’m nervous hahah… ‘:D)

He spots the person before anyone else can.

It looks like Noob. But... Noob doesn't own a fedora. Nor do they ever wander away from the cabins alone. At least, that's what he can remember.

He's not exactly hiding himself, moreso resting against a tree. Moving around- even on autopilot, relying on Pathfinding- has been tiring lately. His arm feels like it'd shatter at any moment. He hasn't been able to find a single medkit lately to replace his bandages.

The clone peers around a tree to watch the newcomer with curious eyes.