#seven kayne

[dannyrosem]

share my new song ! "gone" out now youtube </3

https://youtu.be/Huk1-_EIdvU?si=4Y2ckXBDAhuKKOyX

[wowcatboys]

Can you do some relationship headcannons for heartsteel kayn? thank u!

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HEARTSTEEL KAYN: RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ♡ Gender Neutral ♡ SFW ♡ No TWs

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KAYN

'Attention whore' doesn't even begin to cover how much Kayn craves your affection. When he wants you to pay attention to him he wants it now and he'll do whatever he needs to get it. If you're gaming, he'll drape himself over your shoulders, chin on your head, and backseat-game until you acknowledge him. If you're doing chores, he'll help you (will wonders never cease?) so you can finish faster and then hang out with him. If he thinks you're spending too much time on you're phone he'll straight-up call you, no matter what you're in the middle of. He pokes and prods and bugs you until you love on him!

Kayn is extremely touch-oriented. If he's with you, regardless of where you two are, he's probably touching you—a hand wedged in your back pocket while waiting in line to order food, a strong grip around your thigh when he's driving, a protective arm slung around your shoulders during a late-night walk. He's especially handsy when the two of you are lounging around. If you're cuddling, sleeping, watching a movie—anything that requires sitting still, essentially—Kayn's always drumming his fingers against your legs, or absentmindedly playing with your hair.

Kayn loves PDA. Doesn't matter when, doesn't matter where. He'll bite your lip or smack your ass in front of any of the Heartsteel members, with no shame. He'll full-on make out with you in public, even if there's fans or paparazzi watching—especially if there's paparazzi watching. What better way to tell all the drooling fans to 'fuck off, he's already taken'?

Protect your favorite jewelry fiercely, because Kayn will "borrow" anything that he thinks is cool. Of course he gives it back when he's done with it, but be warned—he might start wearing it so often, you'll never get the chance to. (He says he just thinks you have good taste—which is true, you're with him, after all—but there's a sentimental part of him that just likes wearing your things, a constant metallic reminder that he's yours and you're his.)

Kayn doesn't let you see his songs until they're completely finished. Yes, of course he knows you'll love whatever he writes, even if it's half-done and in desperate need of editing, but he never wants you to see anything other than his best work.

Being so reckless means that Kayn gets scraped up from time to time. He loves when you sit him down and fuss over his wounds, even if he swears every time you come at him with the rubbing alcohol. You kiss every scratch and scrape after plastering a band-aid on it, 'kissing it better', of course, and Kayn looks down at you with such softness that for a moment he seems like a completely different person. "Be more careful", you chide, but he just laughs. "Aw, come on," he says, "but you love nursing me back to health."

When Kayn says, "Can't handle me? That's your problem," he really means it, but deep down he knows he can be a pain in the ass to be with sometimes. He will never express that with words, of course, but he's surprisingly understanding whenever the two of you argue. Whenever a little tiff arises, he takes some time to cool off. He knows he can be impulsive and rash, and he doesn't want to lash out at you. After calming down he'll try to talk about whatever's upset you. He comes off a little bratty and stubborn, but that's just his way. He really is trying his best to communicate with you. Plus, you're just about the only person he'll ever say sorry to, which should tell you how hard he's trying to make things between you work.

Kayn has absolutely spray-painted your initials inside of a heart on the side of an overpass. Multiple overpasses, in fact. Also, a few abandoned buildings, a handful of boxcars, and, one particularly wild night, the side of a police station.

You're the only person Kayn lets himself nerd out in front of. You know that he's got VCR copies of all his favorite old slasher films in a box underneath his bed, you know he keeps the ticket stubs from his first-ever Pentakill concert in an envelope at the bottom of his desk drawer, and yes, you even know about the Ezreal poster still tape-stuck to the wall of his childhood bedroom—though he swears he'll never forgive you if you ever bring up that last one.

Kayn's camera roll is absolutely full of grunge-aesthetic selfies the two of you have taken. His favorite is a slightly-blurry mirror shot of you gently wrapping your hand around his throat and kissing his temple. There's loads of photos like that.

Kayn is the absolute best gift-giver. He is, after all, completely fucking obsessed with you. Of course he knows your favorite flower, your favorite sweet, and the random things that have been on your Christmas list since early July, and of course he spoils you with them, often. Just don't expect him to wrap your gifts. To him, a roll of wrapping paper might as well be rocket science.

Even though he completely adores you, Kayn sometimes struggles to say "I love you" out loud. Softness has always made him uncomfortable. But he never wants you to question that he really does love you, so he often sneaks you a sticky note scribbled with "LUV U" and about a hundred messy X's and O's. You find these little messages everywhere—crumpled into your coat pocket, folded up underneath your phone case, slipped in your wallet.

If you let Kayn pick out a tattoo for you, he considers letting you pick his next tattoo, too. Don't worry, though, he'll come up with a totally kick-ass design for you. He'll suggest something spooky but unexpectedly charming, like a cat draped in a ghost-sheet or a skull with heart eyes. As for his, just pick something small that he can cover up during photoshoots or performances. He could definitely be convinced to get matching tattoos with you, if you give him your best puppy eyes!

Whenever you're out of the room, Kayn sneakily spritzes his cologne on your clothes. He wants everyone to smell him on you and know that you're fucking his.

Your profile picture is always at the very top of Kayn's discord DM's. Unless he's busy working on a song, he messages you constantly. If you don't mute notifications for him, expect to hear the discord ping several times a day.

[navree]

my adventures with superman coming back and getting caught up on malevolent season 5, this really is the week for returning to things that gave me massive brain worms in the summer of 2023

[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: heartsteel yone x male reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Yone goes through great lengths to hide his soft spot for you.

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.29k

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: reader is implied trans, if you squint, and allergic to dust

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Sett's eyes scanned the new list pinned on the fridge, his ears twitching in anticipation for his weekly chore.

CHORE CHART:

Yone - laundry

Sett - take out trash – gently, please

Okay, he could do that. He could do that just fine. Controlling his strength was easy, after all.

Sett's chore was second on the list, meaning he hadn't seen the rest, and it got him curious, so he continued to read.

K’Sante - grocery shopping

Ezreal - dusting

Aphelios - vacuum

Kayn - dishes – ALL of them

Y/N - n/a

What? No, that wasn't possible. You weren't doing anything? That wasn't fair! That was less than fair, it was an actual insult to his pride!

Sett had to do something.

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Yone sat on his bed, folding the boys' collective laundry with ease and stacking them up on organized piles. Clothing that was meant to be hanged, instead, had already been placed on their high quality, wooden, color-coded hangers, off to the side.

Yone was meticulous in this, he paid attention to the details. After all, the last time he gave the task to one of the other boys, he had found his clothes had wrinkled, and he didn't want a repeat.

Besides, he also found folding laundry to be quite peaceful. It allowed him to take his mind off the production and upkeep of HEARTSTEEL, and instead keep it busy with the repetitive, simple movements of folding clothing.

Had Yone not been an attentive man, he wouldn't have noticed the purposefully quiet sound of the door as it clicked open and shut, nor the padding of socked feet that covered the distance to the bed with quick strides.

Had you not been Yone's favorite man, he wouldn't have let you in without so much as a word.

"Hi Yone." It was a simple greeting, but Yone thought it was the sweetest thing in the world.

"Hello, sweetheart." Yone didn't even protest when you sat down beside him, let alone on his bed. He only remained curious, "What are you doing here?"

"I thought folding the laundry for six big boys would be much too boring and tedious to do all on your lonesome."

"Seven big boys." Yone corrected.

"Seven big boys." You repeated in affirmation.

Yone placed his hand over yours when you pulled one of Sett's big muscle shirts over your lap, opening his mouth to say he didn't want you "straining yourself", when you gave him a pointed look he couldn't say no to. A sigh slipped from his lips instead, and he let go of your hand after giving it a squeeze.

"Thank you." You said, turning your gaze back to the black shirt.

Yone wanted to say it was nothing to be thankful for, but he knew that you wouldn't care for that, so instead he went back to his manners. "You're welcome."

There was a peaceful silence afterwards. Yone liked his silences as much as he liked his music, but he wanted to fill it up with something. You were here, after all, but what could he say?

He didn't need to find a topic of conversation, however, not with Sett bursting through the door. "Yone!"

"Sett." The producer grumbled in reply, setting his hands over his lap, which just so happened to behold Ezreal's rubber ducky patterned pajama shirt. "Kayn, Ezreal..."

Aphelios and K'Sante piled in behind them, though they looked less like the angry pitchfork villagers that entered before them.

"Why does (Y/N) get to skip out on chores?!" Kayn shouted, pushing past the big hunk of rock that Sett was.

Maybe his red eye couldn't see, for he didn't notice you sitting right next to Yone with the matching duck pajama bottoms on your lap.

"Yeah, man, that's like, totally unfair!" Sett exclaimed, pushing Kayn out of the way so they could share the limelight.

Ezreal pushed under the taller boys' arms, standing in front of them with his arms crossed. "Not to mention, incredibly biased!"

"There was nothing else to do around the house." Yone came up with the excuse quickly, going back to folding the clothes nonchalantly. There were actually plenty of other shores around the house, but he wasn't about to mention them.

The other boys, however, were perfectly capable of doing so. "Like cleaning the bathrooms!"

"Watering the plants."

"Helping me dry the dishes!"

Yone deadpanned, staring at all of them with his signature disappointment, until his eyes settled on K'Sante. "They have a point." He says, and Yone couldn't deny it.

Except, he could.

"He broke his leg this morning." Yone straight lies, looking back down at the clothing and remaining stoic.

"What?" Everyone–capable of saying–says, even you!

Sett peered over the stacks of clothing covering the view over your legs, just to check. "No he didn't!" The big man says, an insufferable whine to his voice.

You clear your throat, ceasing your hands' movement. Yone shuffles a bit closer to you, as if to shield you from the boys. "Sure he did. He's good at hiding pain."

"Yone." Ezreal placed his hands on his hips.

The producer didn't grace him with a reply, simply focusing on the clothing.

Kayn grumbled, "Now you're lying for him?"

"I did no such thing." He places the duck pajama shirt roughly over Ezreal's pile, accidentally causing a wrinkle, but he hardly cares.

"Listen here–" Kayn's voice is deep and annoyed. He lunges, but K'Sante holds his back, and hovers him just over the floor. Air jail.

"(Y/N) is our wonderful assistant, not your mom." Yone says, to which you laugh, turning Sett's face sour. "He's not here to do everything for you."

"Why do we even have to dust the place every week?" Ezreal says exasperatedly. Running a hand through his hair, he still manages to look well-kept. "I'm pretty sure dust doesn't build up that fast."

"(Y/N)'s allergic."

You didn't put that in your resume. So he found out on his own? That's...endearing. You scoot forward, back to Yone's side. "You guys aren't seriously hoping to subject me to suffering just because you have to suffer too, right?"

Now that you'd put it that way, yeah, that sounded pretty mean. K'Sante puts Kayn down, and the rapper stays in place obediently. Sett huffs and crosses his arms, but he seems convinced, and Ezreal's lips press into a line.

"I mean, when you say it like that..." The pretty boy says, looking down shamefully.

The more sensible K'Sante knows it remains unfair, and that he'll have to talk to Yone about it later, but he's just happy the conflict is resolved; whilst the indifferent Aphelios's smile fades, his entertainment was over.

"Besides, I'm helping now, aren't I?" You finish folding Ezreal's duck pajama pants and place them on the pile just to show off.

"Yeah, you're right." Sett sighs, slumping forward dejectedly.

For a moment, the boys stand awkwardly until Aphelios realizes they all are intruding upon Yone's private space and your alone time. He turns and leaves, prodding Yone to speak up. "Run along now."

The boys all leave, Kayn more angrily as Yone's words are definitely triumphant, and K'Sante closes the door behind them.

Silence. Comfortable, peaceful, and belated silence.

The two of you turn back to folding the clothing.

"For the record, I know why you didn't put me on the list." Yone thinks you're about to tease him for it, but you don't, and for that he is grateful.

The second place producer, first place lover, leans his head against yours, then turns it to give you a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you."

From the next week onwards, the first chore is always sitting next to two names:

Y/N & Yone -

[pupsmailbox]

hallo can u do names that are related to heaven/saint

I couldn't tell if you meant heaven/saint theme or similar to the names of heaven/saint so I did both. I already have themed list here!

HEAVEN︰ aaliyah. aaron. aiden. aria. aron. aurora. autumn. belen. charlotte. destiny. devin. devon. divinity. dream. elijah. ella. ellen. epiphany. essence. evan. faith. gabriel. gavin. grace. gravity. haben. hafwen. hailey. happy. harley. harmony. harper. havana. haven. hayden. hazel. heavenly. heavynne. helen. hellen. hibine. hoffman. honesty. hope. hovan. huffman. hunter. iris. ivan. ivy. jackson. jacob. jade. justice. kai. karen. kellan. kellen. kevin. lennon. liam. light. luna. mia. mila. miracle. nevaeh. nova. phoenix. porsche. princess. promise. quinn. raven. river. rowan. royalty. sage. scarlett. serenity. sincere. skye. skylar. stephen. tegan. trinity. willow. winter.

SAINT︰ ace. amara. apollo. aria. asher. atlas. august. aurora. bane. benjamin. brynn. caine. caleb. cash. chany. chicago. cielo. damir. donte. elijah. ezra. halo. harper. hendrix. iolo. ivy. jade. kai. kaia. kain. kaine. kairo. kash. kayne. kent. king. kingston. knox. kyd. legend. luca. luna. mars. maverick. maynor. messiah. monte. nate. neptune. noah. noe. north. nova. olivia. paladin. phoenix. prince. quinn. rainer. reign. remi. rhys. river. roman. romeo. ronin. rosary. rowan. royal. rue. ryder. sage. said. saige. salem. samad. samant. samhita. sandhya. santa. santi. santo. santos. sawyer. schmidt. senta. seven. shanda. shandi. shanetha. shanta. shanti. shaunta. shawnda. shenandoah. shiloh. sigmund. silas. sioned. siyanda. skanawati. smith. smitty. sondo. sonnet. sontee. sophia. steel. suewinda. sunday. sunita. suniti. tatiana. thane. theo. wayne. zain. zaine. zane. zayne. zion.

[crescencestudio]

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What the LIs would record in their build-a-bear 🧸

Kayn: “Did the sun come out, or did you just smile at me?”

Druk: “(in the raspiest, hottest voice possible) Ligma… Pft—!” The rest of the recording is just him laughing

Fenir: “It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf-Lords, great miners and—“ He gets cut off. His message was too long.

Etza: “Hope you’re having a good day, my love :)” (It’s so cheesy but you can’t bring yourself to hate it. It’s just too wholesome.)

Kuna’a: “[REDACTED].” Inappropriate for the contents of this blog.

Aisa: “ “ (it’s just white noise.)

[grayscale-sparks]

@lordofthesoups tumblr has been FIGHTING me from posting this it’s take four and your ask has been eaten

anyway your prompts were a date across universes and washing Arthur’s hair and I got Very Carried Away

1200 ish words in the Sea Major AU

“Letting you universe hop has to have been the best thing I have ever done.” Kayne said matter of factly.

Arthur rolled his eyes. “You said that about giving me cat ears yesterday.”

“That’s true they were very cute.” Kayne nipped Arthur’s ear. “I can bring them back?”

“No, thank you.” 

“What a shame.”

Kayne looped his arm in Arthur’s. They were walking through the streets of a picturesque city somewhere in Europe- Arthur wasn’t quite sure. Kayne seemed to know where he was going, so Arthur wasn’t too concerned. He knows he should be- just a few weeks ago, he’d be digging his heels into the ground, demanding to know where each step took them.

But… forgetting was easy when faced with such wonders of this and every world. He’d spent so long seeing the worst the universes had to offer. Sometimes sinking his teeth into a chocolate pastry was all he needed. (They were ever so slightly different from his own because of a spice trade with a long forgotten civilization. According to Kayne, anyway.)

“Describe it to me.” Arthur said, leaning his head slightly into Kayne.

They were allowed to be… affectionate, of a sort, in public. All due to Kayne’s abilities, of course. He would be remiss if he let some mortal bigots get in the way of their conversation.

Still, Kayne frowned. “I gave you your eyesight back, Artie. What do you want me to say that you can’t see?”

“You know I like poetry.”

“You know I’m not a poet.” Kayne shot back. “Still, I’ll try for you, darling.”

Kayne cleared his throat, straightening his tie, making a show of preparing for his wondrous poem. “Let’s see- the city is dull/but you my dear are full/or will be tonight.”

Arthur shoved him away, protesting through his laughs. “You’re awful!”

“I don’t know, maybe I am a poet.” Kayne said with a devious grin, trying to reign Arthur back to his side.

“I’m never asking you to describe anything ever again.” Arthur said, face still red. “That wasn’t even a proper haiku.”

“Bullshit, yes it was.” Kayne argued.

“Your middle line was six syllables.” Arthur said, giving into Kayne’s attempts at taking his arm back, and settling back beside him. “It’s supposed to be seven.”

Kayne rolled his eyes. “How do you know that the haiku rules are not different in this universe?”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Your incorrigible.” Kayne said, knowing full well it made no sense. “You try. Give me a haiku, Artie.”

Arthur sighed. “Darker than the night/but I know you will be mine/master of my heart.”

Kayne bit his lip, studying Arthur’s downcast eyes. A flicker of burning affection licked through his chest, not for the first time and definitely not for the last. “Your middle line was seven syllables,” He said softly.

Arthur scoffed. “I hate you.”

“You’re the one being insensitive to this universe’s poetry.” Kayne said. They were coming up on the grand hotel- shockingly empty, wonder why- that Kayne wanted them to stay that night. It held a gorgeous view of a strip of the city, and beyond that the sparkling river and bridge leading to the forest on the other side. Everything glittered at night, turning the dark night into a blanket of indigo and gold.

Only the best views in each universe for him.

“Here?” Arthur asked. “It’s… fancy. What’s it called?”

“Languages developed differently- just enough to be unrecognizable. In your world, it would translate roughly to Hotel Wanderlust.”

Not really true, it was closer to the Voyager Hotel, but Kayne allowed some poetic interpretation. Arthur seemed to like it, so it didn’t matter either way.

“Up we go, I’ve already got us a room.” Kayne said, ushering him inside. He let Arthur circle the lobby, taking in the gilded walls, the crystal chandelier, and the grand piano off to the side. There were a couple of high backed plush chairs beside the piano. They’d take breakfast, Kayne would convince him to play something. Maybe they’d head back up to the room, maybe they’d explore the city. Whatever Arthur wanted.

Lazy mornings with Arthur were… something he’d grown inexplicably fond of.

“Where is everyone?” Arthur asked.

“Do you really want anyone to disturb us?”

Arthur shrugged, and Kayne took his hand, leading him up to the highest floor, down the hall to their room. It was only marginally less lavish, opting more for Arthur’s comfort than the most crystal and gold. 

Arthur stood in the middle, shoulders tense as he kept his eyes on the floor.

“What… What’s wrong?” Kayne asked. He had trouble with temperatures, was it too cold? Arthur didn’t really care, though, so what? The view? They could get a different room-

“Sometimes I wish I was blind still.” Arthur said quietly. Kayne stopped in his tracks, like a line running into each other’s backs and nearly tipping over. He stared at Arthur, waiting for him to continue. “I- I miss him, Kayne. I shouldn’t have… survived when he didn’t. I shouldn’t be able to see all of this when he can’t. I should have… tried harder to save him.”

John. Of course.

That was still a sore subject between them, and Kayne had to remind himself it really only had been a few weeks since his death. 

“He got his wish.” Kayne said carefully. “To be human. And you’re getting your wish.”

“And that is?”

“To know the world.” Kayne said. “At least, I assume. Am I wrong?”

He hesitated, then he shook his head. “No.”

“Close your eyes.” Kayne said. “I’ll lead you.”

Arthur turned to look at him, and Kayne prepared to argue his case. Who cared about trust? It was just them. Arthur knew Kayne wouldn’t kill him- they didn’t even know if he could. But Arthur let his silver eyes flutter close. “I trust you.”

Kayne was glad Arthur couldn’t see him absolutely shatter at that, trying and failing to get his expression under check. 

“What first, my love?”

“I could use a bath.” Arthur said.

“Yeah?”

Arthur nodded sagely. “We’ve been on the road for how long? I need to relax.”

Kayne decided not to comment on Arthur’s insistence that a bath would calm him down. It seemed rather contradictory, but he had said the same thing several times now. Kayne led Arthur to the bathroom, glancing back to see Arthur’s eyes still dutifully shut.

“I’m going to turn the water on now.” Kayne said slowly.

“Okay.” Arthur said. “Make sure it’s warm.”

Kayne rolled his eyes- of course he would. He sat on the edge of the tub as it filled, studying Arthur. There was blood on his shirt and his hand, smudges in his hair and face as well. All from where Kayne touched him. Watching Arthur get bloodier with each day was something that made Kayne think very irresponsibly. He nearly faded into oblivion when Arthur took his hand, not expecting the blood, and pulling away only to inspect the crimson before taking his hand once more.

Kayne would mourn washing the blood off- especially from himself- but he’d already committed to giving Arthur anything he wanted. It was like a little experiment. Take everything away from the test subject to see how they break. Give them everything back and see how they react. Except this wasn’t a test subject, this was Arthur Lester, and none of the results Kayne collected were expected.

Arthur Lester, his one and only. How did he put it? Master of my heart.

[dughckit]

*pulls in a chair*

Ya know, there’re maybe a collective seven people in the My Little Pony: Friendship is Lovecraft crossover au fandom but I hope you know that your Noel and Minty doodles have only thrown fuel into the fire of my crack headcannon that Noel gets sent to the MLP universe as Kayne’s “Spain, maybe.” That fact that he ends up with Minty specifically funny because:

1.) This implies Charlie got sent to the Christmas pony because he took on his childhood friend’s name “Noel” which is French for Christmas and refers many times to the birth of Christ.

2.) This is painfully ironic if you are like me and headcannon Charlie as Jewish.

Anyway, I plan on sketching this because this is making me lose my shit /pos

NO BECAUSE LAST NIGHT I WAS LIKE

Noel is Jewish, right?

ANYWAYS

Please keep me updated oh my god

Noel in the mlp universe but like

In the way there's one human in a muppets show is so good for me to invision

Even if that isn't the au

I don't know what this au is but I must

I'm thinking about the minty socks song from the Christmas special but Noel is dissociating and bleeding from a neck wound in the background

[guys-moments]

Seven

[dannyrosem]

new song ! out now x

[wfleow]

"I often wish I had two voices in my head Instead of, like, seven million?"

Gotta be one of my fave kayne lines

[selfshipgushing]

ooohohoooo i love my boyfrienf soooo much. im trying to memorize some of his quotes (perks of havign a f/o whos fairly major in a podcast. so many voicelines) hes so fuckig insane he keeps laughing in the mcs face

gonna share some of my favs here so i dont flood my blog. apologies for the atrocious amount of text after this

(suddenly standing, in a purposefully obnoxious grandstander tone) Hark! Comes the yellow King! Regaled in a gown of yellow. He stands twice as tall as any man! Majestic, he glides over the ground to take his throne in lost Carcosa, for he is the king that was and shall be…! (A pause. Faux-apologetically.) Not much of a city anymore. (He sucks in air through his teeth.) Sorry.

(Kayne continues to hop back and forth, going ‘ha-cha-cha-cha-cha’ in a teasing manner.)

(Southern accent) By a country mile! Yee-haw! Do you know what a country mile is, boy?

How do you think, Arthur? Come on, divorce yourself from this yella fella and tell me what your heart says.

Look, I don’t want to make a buzzer sound, ‘cause frankly, John wouldn’t understand, but let’s just say emphatically (Suddenly much louder.) WRONG! 

(fake outrage) What! I couldn’t?  Well, now, I! (He fake growls.) Now, I have to help you, just to prove, grrrr! Aw, fuck off.

Look, I often wish I had two voices in my head Instead of, like, seven million?

I know everything my friend. (He lilts into a sing-song.) ‘The glass, the stone, the mask, the books, the tooth, the coin, the wallet and hooks, the kit of course to help him shave are all in Arthur's bag today!’ (A fake applause in the background.) Forgive me on the rhyme, it was quick.

I know, I was there! Way up in the nosebleeds, mind you!

Look, I like you. I like when you shoved my dagger into your throat, I enjoy our little repartee! I’ll make you a deal.

I’ll even give you your arm and leg back. But, not your eyes. (Dramatically.) You only have eyes for him!

(He hems.) Hm, good question. I have to think of a catch, right? What malevolent entity appears and offers a trade that only benefits? (He laughs maniacally.) Huh, huh, huh, huh, hm.

-🎠

I love when ppl send long anons I love reading them all

[alpaca-clouds]

Why AI sucks so much

(And why it doesn't have to.)

AI sucks right now. Because it was never to be used, like it is used right now. Because the way AI is currently employed, it does the one thing, that was always meant to be human.

Look. AI has a ton of technological problems. I wrote about it before. Whenever you have some "AI Writer" or "AI Art", there is no intelligence there. There is only a probability algorithm that does some math. It is like the auto-complete on your phone, just a bit more complex, because it has been fed with basically the entire internet's worth of words and pictures. So, when the AI writes a story, it just knows that there is a high likelyhood that if it has been asked to write a fantasy story it might feature swords, magic and dragons. And then puts out a collection of words that is basically every fantasy story ever thrown into a blender. Same when it "draws". Why does it struggle so much with teeth and fingers? Well, because it just goes by likelihood. If it has drawn a finger, it knows there is a high likelihood that next to the finger is going to be another finger. So it draws one. Simple as that. Because it does not know, what a finger is. Only what it looks like.

And of course it does not fact check.

But all of that is not really the main problem. Because the main culture actually just is the general work culture, the capitalist economy and how we modelled it.

See, once upon a time there was this economist named Kaynes. And while he was a capitalist, he did in fact have quite a few good ideas and understood some things very well - like the fact that people are actually working better, if their basic needs have been taken care for. And he was very certain that in the future (he lived a hundred years ago) a lot of work could be done by automation, with the people still being paid for what the machines were doing. Hence having the people work for like 15 hours a week, but getting paid for a fulltime job - or even more.

And here is the thing: We could have that. Right now. Because we did in fact automate a lot of jobs and really a ton of jobs we have right now are just endless busywork. Instead of actually being productive, it only exists to keep up the appearance of productivity.

We already know that reducing the workdays to four a week or the workload to 30 or even 25 hours a week does not really decrease productivity. Especially with office jobs. Because the fact is that many, many jobs are not that much work and rather just involve people sitting in an office working like two hours a day and spending the rest with coffee kitchen talk or surfing the internet.

And there are tons of boring jobs we can already automate. I mean, with what I am working right now - analyzing surveying data - most I do is just put some parameters into an algorith and let the algorith do the work. While also part time training another algorithm, that basically automatically reads contracts to make notes what data a certain contract involves. (And contrary to what you might believe: No, it is not complicated. Especially those text analysis tasks are actually super simple to construct, once you get the hang of it.)

Which also means, that half of my workday usually is spend of just sitting here and watching a bar fill up. Especially with the surveying data, because it is large, large image files that at times take six to ten hours to process. And hint: Often I will end up letting the computer run over night to finish the task.

But that brings me to the question: What am I even doing here? Most of the time it takes like two hours to put the data in, run a small sample size for checking it and then letting it run afterwards. I do not need to be here for that. Yet, I do have to sit down for my seven and a half hours a day to collect my paycheck. And... It is kinda silly, right?

And of course there is the fact that we technically do have the technology to automate more and more menial tasks. Which would make a lot of sense, especially with the very dangerous kinda tasks, like within mining operations. Like, sure, that is a lot more work to automate, given that we would need robots that are actually able to navigate over all sorts of terrain, but... You know, it would probably save countless lives.

Same goes for many, many other areas. We could in fact automate a lot. Not everything (for example fruit picking is surprisingly hard to automate, it turns out), but a lot. Like a real lot.

And instead... they decided to automate art. One of the things that is the most human, because art for the most part depends on emotions and experience. Art is individual for the most part. It is formed by experience and reflection of the experience. And instead of seeing that, they decided to... create a probability generator for words and pixels.

So, why?

Well, first and foremost, because they (= the owner class) do want to keep us working. And with that I mean those menial, exhausting, mind-numbing jobs that we are forced to have right now. And they want us to keep working, because the more free time we have, the more time we have to organize and, well, rise up against the system, upon realizing how we are exploited. Work itself is used as a tool of oppression. Which is why, no matter how many studies show that the 30 hour week or 4 day week is actually good, that UBI actually helps people and what not, the companies are so against it. It is also why in some countries, like the US, the companies are so against paid sick leave, something that is scientifically speaking bonkers, because it actually harms the productivity of the company. And yes, it is also why still in the midth of a pandemic, we act as if everything is normal, because they found out that in the early pandemic under lock down and less people working, people actually fucking organized.

And that... also kinda is, why they hate art. Because art is something that is a reflection upon a world - and it can be an inspiration for people, something that gives them hope and something worth working towards to. So, artists are kinda dangerous. Hence something has to be done to keep them from working. In this case: Devaluing their work.

And no, I do not even think that the people programming those original algorithms were thinking this. They were not like "Yes, we need to do this to uphold the capitalist systems", nor do most of the AI bros, who are hyping it right now. But there are some people in there, who see it just like that. Who know the dangers of actual art and what it can mean for the system that keeps them powerful.

So, yeah... We could have some great stuff with AI and automation... If used in other areas.

I mean, just imagine what AIs could do under communism...

[aro-geo-turtle]

Intermezzo reaction:

WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FLIPPITY FLAPPING FUCK. WAS THAT??!!?!??! JOHN??? JOHN, MY BELOVED, MY FAVORITE CHARACTER, MY GUY???? WHAT THE EVERLOVING SHIT WAS THAT????

*takes my post about this not actually going into a divorce arc and throws it in the goddamn trash can*

JOHN. MY GUY. NO. JUST NO. This is a character who has murdered two good people and thrown Faroe in Arthur’s face and this is the first time I’m genuinely pissed at him as a character. NO.

And of course Kayne didn’t fallow through on it, it was a fucking test and you fucking failed!!!

*taking several deep breaths*

Ok. Ok other thoughts:

Uhhhh I’m going to have to listen to this like seven more times to even begin to understand the multi-dimensional metaphysics going on here. I’m so confused. I didn’t think Kayne could be made much scarier but by god Harlen fucking did do that.

I really hope there’s a full recording of Faroe’s Goodbye because I could not focus on it with the conversation going on

I was right about Kayne wanting them to fetch the black stone for him!!!! Just not about that being the s5 plot instead of s4 finale

Speaking of: s5 dark world arc? Pfff, nah, s5 13th century England arc! This is going to be so insane. I can’t believe they do get to go to England lol

I didn’t even realize this came out today until I glanced at tumblr and saw two malevolent posts that I couldn’t make heads or tails of and was like “did something new drop? No… it can’t be” and checked Spotify just make sure and immediately went 😱😳🤩😍

I guess kayne’s promise of separate-bodies-plus-alive-Faroe gives us a long-shot possible happy future for us to set our fanfic in!

God. I’m still reeling. Everybody looking forward to the biggest divorce since the Madness??!!? Heh heh…ahhhhhhh

[uncarbonatedsoda]

yapping about my headcanons for heartsteel because I'm very normal about them - part 2

these are purely opinions that aren't based on any actual info (except for some tidbits riot has given us + obvious things). you can disagree, just don't attack T-T

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★ Kayn Delos Reyes-Kainoa - 26 yrs old.

· Filipino-Hawaiian, born & raised in St. George, a factory town on the Hawaiian island of Oahu (not a real place I made it up)

· Has two kick-butt moms who are the only people alive who can set him straight when he acts a fool lol. They have a really good relationship and they're so proud of him :D

· Started his music career in [INSERT YEAR] as a member of the band Aftershock- the band he was kicked out of before joining HEARTSTEEL

· He smells like cigarettes but nobody knows if he actually smokes. It's one of the world's greatest mysteries.

· Chugs energy drinks like they're water, his blood is 40% Red Bull. The most he's had in a day is six or seven, and then Yone cuts him off because his heart is gonna explode.

★ Ezreal Hwang - 24 yrs old.

· South Korean, born & raised in Daejeon

· Grew up wealthy, spoiled but not rotten- like Charlotte La Bouff

· He was studying History in uni when he was scouted by some random record label and yeeted into the spotlight.

· He was pretty young during his one-hit wonder era, maybe 18 or 19. The record label he was with didn't treat him very well and kinda took advantage of him.

· When the album was panned, it did some serious damage to his self-esteem and he was very burnt out for some time afterwards.

★ Sett Brockman - 25 yrs. old

· Taiwanese-American, born & raised in Brooklyn, New York

· He understands Mandarin perfectly, but doesn't speak much himself. He's always just responded to his Mom in English.

· He punched that paparazzo because they backhandedly insulted his mom about being an immigrant. He had a good reason to wallop them and I will hear nothing against it.

· He makes the best and most elaborate breakfasts for Phel and everyone else gets cold pop tarts.

· He gives the best and tightest bear hugs known to man. He might break a rib on accident if you don't stop him TvT

the other three are coming soon :P

[honey-moon666]