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genuinely how do you stop using Ai? (This is coming from someone who really wants to quit but lord I feel drained. like I can come up with ideas but I can’t execute them without help anymore.)

I can’t force you to do anything, but creativity is a muscle that atrophies the less you use it. The more you rely on generative AI to create things for you, the less you’ll be able to come up with things on your own. So in reality you’re hurting yourself in the long run.

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‘DON’T TALK TO THE MEDIA ABOUT DIY HRT’

prints available here

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oh I wasn’t aware it was feeding the ai. I’ve inserted hundreds of fics into chatgpt for their continuation or for a different plot within the same context just for fun and out of curiosity… but I’ve never posted any of them…

Indeed, anything that is given to AI it can use later to draw from. That's why it doesn't matter if you post them or not as it has now access to those writers' texts without their permission.

~Mod L

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one thing about me.. im gonna stan x reader fics. i will support their publication and i will personally contribute to the escapism potluck. the x reader cup will never run empty as long as i have breath in my body and that is a promise

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I love men that are so hairy they can't even hide it like they have hairy ass forearms and it's creeping up their wrists and knuckles and poking out of the collar of their button up shirt... your slutty whore DNA is bursting at the seams. Whore.

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Well soooOOOooorry for wanting to fuck my friends! As if creating a warriors bond is soooo fucking wrong of me. Jesus Christ.

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"i can probably get this fun new fic idea written out as a coherent oneshot in a few days, and then afterwards i can get back to writing my other project(s)" <- this is the devil speaking through you

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When you have the Big Boss dream again

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i was having some thoughts about pokemon au liquid snake but they mostly boiled down to me deciding that bb gave him a politoed. bc i love frogs.

lol. liquid uses water types. how predictable.

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*blows a kiss down to hell* for big boss

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WIP ~Sorry For Not Making You My Centerfold~

This is pretty unpolished and I know in future when I actually post it stuff will be moved around so it flows better. But I know that’s not going to happen for a bit because I have exams and work deadlines. I’ve hyped it up on twitter so much that it deserves to be posted, also thank you so much to the people who answered my questions on twitter, I’d tag you but I don’t know your tumblrs. Also I hate the way tumblr formats things, please ignore any formatting issues.

Anyways I hope you enjoy this WIP and comments are reblogs are always appreciated and I always read what you put in the tags, so thank you to those who have said nice things about past works. 

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WIP ~Sorry For Not Making You My Centerfold~

This is pretty unpolished and I know in future when I actually post it stuff will be moved around so it flows better. But I know that’s not going to happen for a bit because I have exams and work deadlines. I’ve hyped it up on twitter so much that it deserves to be posted, also thank you so much to the people who answered my questions on twitter, I’d tag you but I don’t know your tumblrs. Also I hate the way tumblr formats things, please ignore any formatting issues.

Anyways I hope you enjoy this WIP and comments are reblogs are always appreciated and I always read what you put in the tags, so thank you to those who have said nice things about past works. 

The breeze off the water brushes over your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake, the sky is grey and there is a thick fog that sticks in the air around you. It was a stark change from the warm salt air of Seychelles, the place you once considered home but it was fitting. You were once in paradise standing strong side by side with Snake in the warm sun, but he had drifted away like the warm tide and was replaced by the bone hurting chill of being alone in Alaska. You were left to wonder what had happened between the two of you, you had stood by him when the world was out for his blood and had promised to never leave, that you would stand by him until the end, until the Boss’s vision was complete. Then came the accident and Venom, god poor Venom he didn’t deserve to be put through that. You wondered if the real Snake, the one that you loved so dearly had saw your face before he fell into his coma. You had played your part in his scheme so well, so why did he abandon you. Does he know how you long to be held by him? Your heart ached to know if he missed you, missed the way you held him close when it was cold at night.

   A weathered film slipped from between the pages of the book you’d been skimming through. Upon picking it up you smile, a black and white film reel from a photo booth in the local mall. Six small photos, each one depicts you and snake. In all but one he’s smiling, his face is soft, there are no age lines, untouched by war. In the last photo, the one he’s not smiling in, your hand is grabbing his jaw, you’re holding it in place, so that you can kiss his cheek. He looks shocked, his face is flushed and warm. God you can still feel how his face burned your hand, you longed to make him flush that red again, to warm your hands with his body heat. The photos felt like yesterday, things were so simple there, you and Snake were inseparable. The two of you were often mistaken for siblings, but even back then you longed to mean more to him than that. You remember teasing him, the two of you had wondering around the mall that afternoon while waiting for the films to develop. You stopped outside the jewelry store and admired the rings shining in the glass cases, you saw Snake’s reflection in the glass he looked unimpressed, but it didn’t deter you. You had laughed and said that a ring from the arcade would be enough for you to be happy, as long as he was the one who gave it to you, as long as he was the one you could spend forever with.

   You would promise him forever shortly after the impromptu photo shoot, once you found out he had enlisted. You spent your last days together wrapped up in the youthful childishness of early summer, it was on your last night together that you had confessed to him. You were still riding the high of the day, which you had spent playing fair games under the blazing sun, it all happened so fast, like most things did when it came to Snake one minute you were wrapped up in the blankets on his bed watching as he packed his bag, the next you where in tears telling him how much he meant to you, that you wanted forever with him. The look on Snakes face was akin to shattered glass like you had broken him, and it chilled you to the bone.

    It was the same cold to the bone feeling you had now standing in Alaska wondering where Snake was. The spark that warmed your memories, the one captured in the film reel was gone now replaced with a longing for Snake and for the times when you stood tall beside him.

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      Snake longed to ask you if you missed him, to hold you close like he had done once. He was finally on top of the world, Zanzibar was complete, and he had everything he wanted in his field of vision. But there was just one thing missing… It was you, the warmth you gave off when you stood beside him, the way your hand felt in his. He wondered if you still cared about him, had he pushed you too far? He left you behind with his phantom to clean up the mess he had made, made you like to the only other person you trusted, Kazuhira, your best friend. Only for him to cut ties and run away without a word to you. He had led you to paradise, the warm Costa Rica sun on your skin, the Boss’s vision coming to life with your help. Only to leave you in the dark with cold seeping into your bones.

      Sitting at his desk Snake thumbed a photo that was yellowing, its edges crinkled from being held too hard. It depicted him but much younger, before war had taken its toll on him. You stood beside him your face alight with a smile, one that was always on your face when he was around, you were hanging off his arm, out of focus in the background were the lights of the fair booths and a Ferris wheel. He longed to go back there, to win you that damn ring from the shooting game, to tell you how much you meant to him. To see that smile light up the room you were in, to feel the warmth you radiated. He should reach out to you, tell you it was a mistake to push you away and run from his problems. Would it be too late? Are you too wise to trust him now? Are you too old to care for that juvenile past, to care for the man who sold the world?

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Ugly |Kazuhira Miller X Reader

Word Count :   373

Thoughts = ‘ Example ‘

Flashback = Example

He thinks he’s ugly. She disagrees with his point of view.

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SFW and NSFW Headcanons for Liquid Snake, Big Boss and Solid Snake

Big Boss

SFW

Despite founding Foxhound and being an intimidating man to be in the presence of, Big Boss is actually a huge softie. Having taught to be war hardened and strict, it is very hard to get him to open up.

In Metal Gear Solid 3, Big Boss says that he’s not the movie type, but it is a mindless distraction. So whenever he’s in a grumpy mood or you want to spend some casual time with him, you put on a movie that maybe both of you will enjoy.

Big Boss can also be quite gullible sometimes. He still believes in Santa Claus, and if it doesn’t involve war he might be inclined to believe it. That doesn’t mean that he believes in everything however.

NSFW

Big Boss likes restraints, within reason. He likes being tied to the bed, he likes handcuffs, almost anything. It reminds him of the battlefield where he basically lives. However, he does not like blood play or knife play as even though he’s surrounded by it, he doesn’t like the thought of someone he loves getting hurt.

Big Boss is a bit of a switch; though he’d much rather be a bottom and be treated as such. He’s got the strength and muscle to top, and the shy and gentle side to bottom.

He is not good at all at dirty talk. He will often misinterpret things that you say to him that would normally turn someone on.

Liquid Snake

SFW

Liquid is an absolute brat. Someone who wants to defeat their twin brother just because they got the recessive genes? such a petty person. He will whine and pout when he doesn’t get his way and will even go so far as to manipulate you into doing what he wants.

He wants to feel superior. He’s grown up thinking he’s inferior in every way, so often he will demand the highest quality clothes and food for himself. If he’s feeling nice, he might lend you some or your clothes or go buy you something.

Compliment him even once in a way that he likes, and he will wear it like a crown forever. However, he may ask you to say it again, as he likes the way the words come out of your mouth and praise him.

NSFW

Liquid is a kinky bastard, he’ll try almost anything once. However he does not seem to be a fan of scat or watersports. He likes to keep himself clean as much as he can, and will only do it if you beg him.

Liquid will have days whether he wants to absolutely be destroyed, or days where he doesn’t want one single mark on his pristine body. It really depends on how he’s feeling, and it is possible to have both moods in one day.

Liquid is a bottom but he loves being in control. He loves to dom his partner, specifically on what they should be doing to him. He is very particular on what he wants and when he wants it.

Solid Snake

SFW

You try and get him to wear casual clothes, but it’s apparent he’s more comfortable in his skintight suit. He’s more often than not either completely naked or he wears his skintight suit, it’s comforting to him in some way.

It’s nice to go out on dates to relaxing normal places, but he’s always at least partially on alert for potential threats, which he should be as he’s technically a criminal.

He has a little trouble thinking of good gifts to get you, but after a little while he gets the hang of it. It takes him a bit to figure out what things you like and dislike, but he remembers that he can use the things you’ve mentioned in passing to help him decide.

NSFW

He’s really quiet in bed, force of habit from work. You try to encourage him to be more open and vocal but it hasn’t worked as well as you would have liked. However, he is amazing at dirty talk and is something he likes doing.

he’s still taking some time getting used to letting his impulses out. After being tasked with so many covert missions over the years, he hasn’t really learned how to relax and enjoy the feelings that come with sex. It was really difficult getting him to calm down the first time you actually had sex.

He’s a sub, purely by virtue of being used to getting told what to do. But he likes to top, to hold you down, to love. He’s the stronger one out of the both of you so it’s only natural for him to top. However, that doesn’t mean he won’t bottom once in a while.

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Hey all! I have plans to post two more fan fics hopefully before the end of the year. One is another big boss fic set in the same timeline as false god which will carve out the end of the relationship between the reader and Snake. The other is a Kaz fic which doesn’t have much plot yet, but it’ll loosely be based on the feelings that one gets when you first start falling in love and also another Taylor swift song... so there’s that. Look out for a WIP of the BB fic within the next few days.

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more kaz headcanons bc I got him on the brain

the sunglasses started because there used to be a lot of cheap sunglasses stands that the americans bought from regularly to keep the glare from the sea at bay. kaz bought a pair to somehow see the world like they did. maybe even like his dad did.

it didn’t help on that front, but he discovered he gets less headaches this way (he gets migraines triggered by bright lights and did not know regular crippling headaches were avoidable because 1950s medicine), so he kept wearing sunglasses.

the shop was right by a traintrack, hence his thing for train sounds and general train nerdery

he’s been humming songs he made up since he was a little kid, but they’re all off-key so people generally wish he would stop. it’s not until he actually gets a guitar in his hands during his college days in america that he realizes he’s any good at it.

he promptly uses said guitar talent to be a fuckboy. girls like him here in america because he’s hot and exotic and that puts some kind of bandaid on his cultural conflict issues (yeah sure he’s an outsider that doesn’t belong anywhere, but people think he’s sexually attractive because of it, so it’s okay), so he immediately becomes an american-style fuckboy. also, girls are great.

so are guys but he keeps that one to a minimum and on the DL because it’s illegal and its not that hard to restrict himself to only fishing in one half of the sea.

his entire college career was half 4.0 business student, half fuckboy. he was that guy who managed to get totally smashed all weekend, pull an all-nighter, and score a perfect exam grade. he didn’t do much sleeping.

he tries being unapologetically out as bi to his JSDF unit, where it is a total trainwreck and gives everyone yet another reason to ostracize him. three separate dudes still slink up to him in private to ask for sexual favors and at first he’s like seriously. are you serious, you gave me shit in front of everyone for that and now you want a bj? but he eventually breaks down and his JSDF unit has some secret MSM shit going on.

so by the time he gets to motherbase he’s just like. i have finally found people who don’t care where i come from and accept me, i am not giving them another way to reject me. so he plays aggressively straight, which is not that hard because he does genuinely like girls a lot.

when he does eventually hook up with boss a dude, he ends up shielding himself from rejection with aggression instead of trying to hide it, in the general attitude of FUCK OFF, I’M YOUR COMMANDER, I NAILED A DUDE, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO TO ABOUT IT?! except all he does is bristle when people stare at him after he grabs his current LI’s ass. all the men are too afraid/respectful of him and boss to say much of anything.

eventually everyone just gets used to it and kaz is so, so relieved.

by the time diamond dogs comes around, kaz literally no longer gives a shit about anything at all, including what anyone thinks about him being into dudes. if they have a problem with serving under a bi dude, they can jump into the sea and swim to shore for all he cares.

this attitude persists for the rest of his life because he accepts that he’ll never really belong anywhere now that his dream is dead.

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Religions in your lips, even if it’s a false god.

Do I think that BB has a god complex? Absolutely... Do I think it's sexy? Also absolutely. I feel like there's context missing from the beginning that might make it clearer who the reader is meant to be (Hint: they're meant to be another person that The Boss trained as her replacement. Who may or may not have been part of the snake eater operation.) Maybe one day I will add that to this story or make another chapter. I once again am asking you to ignore that this was inspired by Taylor Swift, I am a simple gay, I hear Taylor Swift and I go crazy.

You hated what the both of you had become, he had strayed so far from Joys vision. He was building a war machine on the backs of soldiers who worshiped him like some sort of savior. You felt like you were tainting the memory of your mentor every time you got blood on your hands, every time another wayward solider die in the name of MSF. When you questioned him, asked him this was truly what she would have wanted he managed to soothe your fears, kiss you just right or tell you that everything was fine even if he was just putting on an act. It was convincing, he made you feel that some how you had been wrong about her, that what Big Boss was doing was right, was what The Boss would have wanted.

Sometimes you would push back, insist that this is not what Joy would have wanted. This would lead to a fight and it felt like hell to fight with him, you couldn’t stand the silent treatment he would give you. It would go on for days, he’d refused to even speak to you about work-related things. Miller would be forced to play mediator; work time would double and everyone on mother base would be miserable. Eventually you would break come crawling back to him, beg for his forgiveness, sometimes on your knees.

You wouldn’t consider yourself a religious person, you felt that God had taken too much from you for you to still believe that he was real, that heaven existed. Despite this you would blindly worship Snake as if he were god, if he would keep making you feel this good, everything you did made sense when he held on to you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded to this earth. Heaven felt real, tangible when he would hold you down and make you say his name like a prayer. In these hazy, lust addled moments you could see what other MSF soldiers saw: the legendary Big Boss, the false god that would bring peace to the world, it would renew in you some sort of misguided faith. Suddenly, as if you had some sort of revelation you couldn’t care about what Joy would have wanted. You could only think about Snake, no, Big Boss and how you’d let him drag you to hell if he’d keep kissing you like this.