#CLOSING MY DARN APP

[stellar-haikyuu]

🦢 for stellita, 🍋‍🟩 for stachi, 🧊for kellar!

🦢 what's a petty argument you'd have with your f/o? (stellita)

listen, i am so indecisive whenever i want to watch something. it's fine if it's just me, but with ennoshita? i am the reason he will get gray hairs early. sorry love! it's our tradition to have some sort of movie night every weekend, in honor of ennoshita's love for films and shows (and my need to have hyperfixations and fandoms). anyway, i claim to trust his judgment when it comes to suggestions but uhhh, see "argument" below. (also is it just me who "procrastinates" watching a show sometimes even if i wanna watch it?)

🍋‍🟩 what would your contact names be for each other? (stachi)

eeeee yachi and i both have something like "my star" + one of these emojis: ⭐️🌟💫✨ (here, have a little chat thing as a treat; i made an accidental inside joke too)

🧊 how would your f/o text you? (kellar)

kenma is canonically a dry texter LMAOOO! i panic and overthink during our series of first texts, but then i eventually get used to his style. i don't expect him to majorly change how he does things, and he tries to meet me in the middle anyway. at the start, it's like proper grammar and everything, but he starts using: emojis for expressiveness, lowercase, no periods unless it's to break up sentences in a chat, tone markers/clarifications. he understands my needs well enough too (straightforward reassurance, listen first before offering solutions, etc.)

self-ship asks: 1 | 2

[emathyst9]

William has possessed me (though I'm not sure which one at this point) so you get the third one sketched already yay

He's a charmer to me so bam sparkles and because I said so

[solarkitt3n]

Apologies for the VERY long wait but here's part two tehehe

F/C= favorite color

Yandere Mr. Ring a Ding / Lux imperator x Cleaner Reader pt.2

LUX'S POV

I sat in the cinema since I saw my light just burning holes into the wall infront of me as I remembered what had happened sooooo long ago (like 15 minutes). I would groan out "Ugh morals and their feeble use of time... it's been FOREVER since I've seen my light..." I would look up at the dim lights on the ceiling of the cinema sighing before getting the best idea. Saying out loud " ha ha HAHAHA IM LIGHT THEY CANT LEAVE ME!!" I would look up at the ceiling lights again before they would glow brighter my cartoon body shifted into the soft glow of the light fixtures as I fully got taken into the light once more.

Y/N'S POV

As I walked to my apartment I couldn't stop thinking about my encounter with Mr. Ring a Di- uh Lux... he's so charming and just so adorable in my eyes. Though I did think it was odd how such an old cartoon was still in the cinema... I know that centuries ago the cinema I now worked for had a 15 missing people case and they all reappeared later after a few more years in the same cinema they were last seen in but... i always thought that was just something to keep me on my toes and to be honest... it did but... Ugh I can't wait to see him tomorrow at work. As I walked to my door I'd hear something from my phone... that doesn't sound like a notification though... As I pulled my phone out my pocket I would hear a crash from inside my house and a meow... that cats gonna be the death of me... I would push my phone back into my pocket as I would unlock the door to see a plate broken on the floor and my cat looking innocent next to it... "tch you don't fool me buddy but your too darn cute to stay mad at... 'sigh' let's get this cleaned up..." as I would place my bag and phone on the table before cleaning the glass up carefully.

LUX'S POV

Once I was fully into the lights I would move out side to street lamps as I would look through the empty streets till I saw them... my light walking past me... 'ah even their walk is perfect...' I thought to myself as small hearts flew around me, when I saw them I would quickly bat them away before they could see me above them. Luckily they kept walking like they had something on their mind... I could use that. As I zipped through the street lamps I would quickly get tired... mhm that small little device in their pocket could help I would jump from the lamp to their phone when the time was right but when i did so I hit one of the apps on the phone letting out a soft whine from pain as I felt them stop walking. I would start panicking before closing my eyes and hope they didn't find me... then I would hear a crash and a meow close by followed by the click of a lock and we began moving again. I would hear their voice again... mhm it never gets old. before they would take their bag off and place their... device thingy I was situated in next to it as they cleaned... their so tidy- IS THAT GLASS OH NO THATS TOO DANGEROUS FOR MY LIGHT TO HANDLE!!! I would panic before looking around their house quickly as I would see a remote as I would make sure they were distracted before stretching my arm out the screen to the remote as I would quietly take the battery's out of it before picking the cat up and placing it down on the table as I would knock the remote and batteries down as I would quickly slither my arm back into the screen. They would jump at the sound taking a quick breath through their teeth as they would run over to the cat. I would jump out the phone and morph my hands into a sweeper and pan as I cleaned the glass up.

Y/N'S POV

I would hear a crash from behind me as I cleaned the glass as the sound scared me making one of the shards of glass cut along my hand. I would take a breath through my teeth as I would stand up and start fixing my remote while telling my cat that they won't be getting any treats for a while. When I finished fixing the remote I would turn around to see the one and only lux cleaning the glass that I had been cleaning. I would look down at him slightly confused at how he was here. I was about to grab his attention to ask him why, and how he was here but I would feel a sharp pain in my hand again... oh yeah i cut my hand. I would sigh and walk past him to my bathroom. Obviously that got his action because he finished a lot faster and started following me quietly. I would open the bathroom door as i would run the faucet water over my cut I would hear a whine beside me.

LUXS POV

I would clean every bit of glass from the ground till I heard them walk past me... they smell so good I would finish quickly before my legs followed them without thinking. I was about to say something to them till I saw their hand... what is that? I would see them stop infront of a bathroom sink as I would hear water running. I would try watching but I could barely see since the bathroom sink was so tall... I would try again and fail as I would whine wanting to see what was happening. They would look down at me as I would say "let me up there" they would laugh at me... oh that laugh~ "psh why are you even here Lux?" They asked. Oh no... "oh haha I was just... uh looking for a place to stay" STUPID STUPID STUPID WHYD YOU SAY THAT THEIR GONNS KICK YOU OUT AND NEVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAI- "oh why didn't you say anything at the cinema... I would have let you stay here"...... what did they just say? They'd let me stay... WITH THEM?! "YES- ehem I mean uh I'd love to" I would flash a charming smile before asking " what's wrong with your hand?" Theyd chuckle and open a cabinet pulling a stepstool out with their free hand as they'd set it now infront of me. I'd step onto it as I would peer over the sink to see their hand. My eyes would widen as I would see more blood seep through the cut on their handand get washed away by the water falling onto their hand as the light above us would make the small glass particles in the cut glimmer... "what's the red stuff?" "Thats blood Lux" they'd say softly as they'd take tweezers and start taking the small glass particles our of their hand. " what's blood?" "It's a fluid that let's my organs work and let me stay alive" I would look up at them confused "well shouldn't it be inside of you? why's it coming out your hand? Does it hurt? ARE YOU GONNA DIE?!" they'd just laugh at my words saying "I won't die Lux but if I lose enough I might" their words would make me go into a frenzy of worry "W-WHAT I DONT WANT YOU DIEEEE" waterfalls of tears poured out my eyes as I wrapped my arms around their waist tightly.as I sobbed into their clothes.

Y/N'S POV

I would watch as he sobbed into my clothes as I would sigh and dress my injury after taking all the glass out. Before turning to face him saying "lux I'm not gonna die this is just a small injury don't worry I'll be fine" he'd sniffle and look up at me as he'd ask " r-really? You'll be ok?" I would smile and nod as I would pat his back. He'd stiffen at my touch as I would smile asking " do you need anything to drink or eat before I head to bed?" He'd shake his head as I would say "well alright you can bunk up on the couch in the living room" I would start walking to my room before I heard him following me " uh... you can sleep on the couch in there" I would point at my couch he'd look over at it and say " but I want to be with my light... I get uh... nightmares when I'm not listening to something before I sleep" he'd sheepishly smile up at me as he said this. I'd look up at the living room area before looking back at my room sighing and saying " alright... what do you normally listen too?" He'd think while walking into my room with me " well I like watching things that played at the cinema" " well... I'm sure I'll be able to find something like that...somewhere" I would watch as he placed the stepstool from before down as he would jump up onto my bed... wait when did he grab tha- " now where are you hiding the projectors... I've gotta hand it to yah it's nicely hidden" look all around my room as I would chuckle saying " we have TVs now Lux... see" as I would pick a remote up and turn the TV on. He'd look at it in awe as he'd say " woahh you've gotta tell me how it works!" I would chuckle and say I'll give you the instruction manual some time later but for now do you want any sleep wear... ive got a black pair of shorts and a F/C shirt"

LUX'S POV

Haha my light still thinks I need sleep? Huh I wonder when I should break it to them... maybe after I know how their clothes smell " uh sure I'll take them" as I would make grabby hands at them. They'd smile and hand them to me before taking their own sleep wear and leaving the room. I'd slip them on and... oh no... THEY SMELL TO GOOD. I would lay on the bed. Their shirt was very big compared to my dapper suit I usually wear. My neck down to my collarbone was visible and it was like a dress coming down to above my knees so you could barely tell I had shorts on... which was least of my concerns considering that my wings could be seen through the shirt slightly sticking out. It was kinda uncomfortable but I could manage. I would hear them knock on the door asking " hey are you done? May I come in?" " o-oh yeah you can" they would walk in with a change of clothes and sit down next to me as they would move to lean on the head rest of the bed.

Y/N'S POV

When I walked back into the room I saw him with my outfit on and he looked even cuter than before... if that was even possible. But i decided to drop it and put something on for him to watch. I would sit on on my bed and pull the remote up. As I switched through channels to find the oldest movie I would notice something moving under the back of lux's shirt. " do you uh... have something hidden in your shirt lux?" He would stiffen laughing and saying " haha oh it's just uh-my wings..." he would finish his statement hushed as I would ask " oh do you want me to make you holes for them?" He would look at you in surprise before smiling and nodding. I would pull out some scissors from the bedside table.

LUX'S POV

AUGH THERE SO SWEET AND CAREING AND oh-there waiting on me... I would pull my shirt off reluctantly as he'd pass it over to them. They'd take it with care... honestly everything they do is with care I love them so much for that... as they cut holes into the shirt they'd ask " not to be mean or anything but your wings are kinda small... you can't fly with them can you?" I would shake my head saying " yeah I can't but theylokm pretty neat huh?" " yeah and pretty cute" they'd tease as they pushed the newly cut shirt over my head with a smile. I would pop my wings and arms out the holes and look over to them already relaxing again. I would sigh and look over to see them put on who framed Rodger rabbit. " mhm never seen this one before" I spoke up as I would move over to curl up beside them. They would freeze against me but relax again saying " yeah is really funny and I think you'll like it" I would feel their arm go around me and their hand rest on my shoulder. I would start steaming from my ears as they would laugh against me I would sigh thinking 'heh I could get used to this...'

Hehe I know some of you have been waiting 'ehem anon' BUTTTTT here's part two just for you... hehehe I rhymed but anywhizzle I hope yall like it and till next chapter here's yalls food hehe

[king-candybug-backup]

Just wanted to say I know exaxtly what you're going through cause it's been more than a month and my sorry ass can't go through one paragraph of a chapter of my own story without closing the app and taking a 24 hour break

AAAUUUGGHHHH YEAH, WHY IS WRITING SUCH A PAIIINNNN 😭 I feel so bad because like, usually I'm pretty darn good at estimating when a chapter will be ready, and even if I don't get it done right on that day, it's done pretty soon the following day, BUT THIS CHAPTER KEEPS FREAKING TROLLING ME AND MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A FOOOOLLLLLLL

Then I had guests show up and had to pause AGAIN, and NOW I'm too sleep-deprived and need to sleep before I try to keep writing, like UGH WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME CHAPTER 11 I FREAKING TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭

It's so painful how it's SO FRIGGIN' CLOSE but STILL not finished like BITCH UGH BE DONE ALREADYYYYYYY

[aikakyu]

doodle dump 🪘💌

— (1) 💋

felt an intense surge of gaku yearning one fine october night and thought i wanted to just. pepper his face with kisses HAWHSWHHS AHHHHHWHH i still want to right now actually

— (2) 🖼

a warm up before i worked on comms !! his ayakashi gallery SR was the last thing i saw on my twt tl before i closed the app and thought he just looked so darn pretty especially with the dangling earring that i HAD to draw him my super cute boyfriend

— (3) 💐

IAYWUWADS !!! for people familiar with tsukipro i think the third doodle is super recognizable—it's kuga issei's あなたの花 cover art !!! i've recently crawled back to tsukipro cause of kuga ichiru and the brainrot unsurprisingly extended to gaku as well ;;; i definitely want to doodle yura in ichiru's 眠る大烏 art too !! lyrics and character wise this "assignment" should be reversed (as in issei = yura, ichiru = gaku) but i just undeniably love issei's cover art a whole lot more despite ichiru being my tkpr oshi so i just HAD to insert gaku in it HAHAHA

if ever i have tsukipro mutuals save for ecah, please please please, if you love gakuyura AND the kuga twins, please talk to me about them because i will go crazy with all the connections JAHWGSHSWS

— (4) 🪘💌

another doodle born from my immense gaku yearning... this was super recent actually—within this week—i just quickly scribbled it during an ungodly hour because my longing was sooo bad..... it still is..... i want to render this if possible !! i think it looks so soft :( gaku kissing ai in her sleep, pulling a blanket over her, how the soft glow outside of the room hits him.....

— (5) 🍓

the other day was my 1555th day with gaku !! 15 = ichigo = strawberry WAHAHWHS this doodle would've been way fitting for 1515 days, but oh well :]

i used to always have a little something prepared every few hundred day milestone with gaku but i haven't been able to do that nowadays because i'm occupied with comms...i want to quickly get back on it !!! maybe during our 1600th day together? hopefully? !? sobs

[roll-for-dexterity]

(Sometimes I hate using the mobile app because it messes up how I post things and then I gotta recycle the darn thing... > <' )

With my recent respiratory turmoil now having mostly passed, I feel like it was good to revisit an old piece because I've been craving some world building lately. And remembered how much I did not like how this turned out at the time, and then scrapped it and its post…

But after reworking the lore from a garbled mess to something I actually like, and can digest myself... and I decided to tweak it a bit and repost it under a second chance to hopefully fuel more world building posts like it.

Lore drop below the cut explaining some of what is here on the refrence page, and a taste of my D&D level of world building. (You know I need to make D&D Player stats for these guys at some point…)

Forge-Born: 'The de-facto nobility and keepers of authority of their side of Weapon World. Forge-Born vary in size and build, but are always large compared to a human; with 9 feet being the smallest, and just over 20 feet being the tallest. While being at the top would seem like a luxury, any Forge-Born would tell you it is not; as each familial house that is not royalty runs a certain 'bureau' that caters to the maintenance and order of their expansive empire. This, on top of the creation and upkeeping of the Weapon Bots they create; even the position of royalty is a tough position to envy. Each Forge-Born family is said to bear its own unique set of physical traits; from tusks to horns, or multiple eyes. This is especially good at discerning ones heritage among others. As per individual- the magics and true form of a Forge-Born can either stagnate in their similarity to that of their blood relatives, or vary wildly.’

Chera: 'A knight-like, but hardy species of robot. The Chera stand around 6 to 8 feet in height. While their builds may vary, they all don their own unique armor and hand held weapon; most often axes or maces, with a sheild in the other. Due to being naturally more hardy in build than Teners or Shino, Chera can be found serving in the military alongside Weapon Bots; with some weapons keeping them as close partners to stay grounded, or cover any weaknesses in combat. The horns of a Chera vary per person, with some individuals occasionally developing the same horns as one of their parents.’

Shino: 'Skulkers of dark alleyways, and taversers of silence, the Shino are natural experts of espionage. On average they stand around 5 to 6 feet tall, with a slim and flexible build keeping them in shape to slip away from any trouble they get into. While the Shino do make great assassins and spies- but actually have better career variety than that. Many tend to live peaceful lives among Tener's as farmers, or even work high blue collar jobs. One constant however, is the fact that everyone agrees to have never seen a Shino's face behind their face masks before. While it is a familiar,  yet intriguing mystery- no one has ever dared to take a peak…’

Tener: 'A small Toad-like species that stands around 4 to 5 feet tall. True to the pun of their namesake, Tener's are the 'connectors' that make the kingdom function. Like their Toad counter parts they can take up almost any job, and live in most places making them as important as any societal leader. Mostly however, they can be found working jobs that keep the kingdom afloat such as farmers or shop and inn keepers. Even Weapon Bots say that even the smallest Tener can be a huge powerhouse. Also it is of note that when under exstreme emotion such as shock or surprise, their unique hats tend to spin.’

[coolbeanzeaglbones]

Fanfic, the one where the band broke up, I really need to figure out how to do folders on this app

It was when Doctor Eva Mudlark walked into the library that Eaglebones got concerned.

She didn't seem to recognize him, or she didn't act like she recognized him, “Hello, I am looking for ze support group, vich room is it in?” Eaglebones, not being able to formulate words, pointed up and to the right, “Zank you.”

Okay, what the hell is going on?

He thought, well maybe it's just her.

Oh, he was incorrect, because just as he thought that, Carl magicked himself to right in front of the counter.

That startled the heck out of Eaglebones and he flinched, “Magic!”

“Shh.”

“Sorry, do you know where the support group is?” Eaglebones, again, pointed, “Up and to the right.” Carl waved, “Magic!” Seriously. You were too lazy to walk up the stairs?

He was supposed to be heading that group. Oh great.

Oh shit.

Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit.

Wait, what if they recognized him and just decided, hey an Aquabat, he's alone, let's torture murder him.

He quickly wrote a sign that said, “Support group is up the stairs to the right.” And hung it on the bulletin board that was by the stairs before ducking under the desk. Like a coward.

Like a gall darn coward.

He put his head between his knees, as he realized he was sorta hyperventilating. Come on, come on Falconhawk, breathe you stupid idiot, he slowed his breathing down to a normal pace and looked at the clock.

Good thing it started in half an hour. And if you're wondering why no one came to check on him, it's because he was the only one in the library.

He stayed under the desk until the half hour was up, by which time, the door had opened and closed three more times.

He shakily got to his feet and immediately almost blacked out. To be fair, he didn't get a chance to eat that day, so it was kinda catching up with him, ugh, I need coffee. He could almost hear Crash yell, “no” stupid super villains got him thinking about friends he doesn't even have anymore.

Sighing, he put on a fake smile and went up the stairs to the room.

He braced himself before he entered. Who knows who he would see.

I guess Crash didn't throw him that far, Eaglebones thought because he saw Ronmark first, then in the next seat was Manant and next to him was the leader of the Anti-bats.

Yay, murder time! Eaglebones walked in the room fully, “Hello, my name is,” he couldn't say his real name, they would instantly kill him, “Ian, and I will be heading this support group.” Ronmark raised his hand, “Yes?”

“You look like someone, I can't put my finger on who though.” Eaglebones had to think of a good excuse to throw him off, “I have a pretty average face.” Yes, good one.

Manant then raised his hand, “Yes?”

“Can you just leave? You wouldn't really understand the plight and woes of being a fresh out of jail super villain. We're trying to get good.”

Eaglebones just left, but he sat outside in the hallway to listen to their meeting. They had closed the door, so it was really REALLY hard to hear them.

All he really got from the meeting was that they were talking about someone called “the boss” and something about town.

As he heard that the meeting was coming to a close, he quietly and quickly made his way down the stairs and back behind the counter.

One by one, the villains came back down the stairs, laughing amongst themselves, “Yeah, we'll try that Mikey, thanks.” Carl said before magicking himself out of the library.

Soon it was silent. Too silent. How many days until Sunday, again? He only realized he was holding his breath when his chest started to have that unpleasant sensation. He breathed a bit before closing the library.

He couldn't handle this. Not on his own, so he only had one option. He had to get the band back together.

[nandysparadox]

strawberry ice cream and rescue missions

Pairing: romantic royality; mentioned brotherly moxiety and platonic logicality

Word count: 2311

cw: emotional hurt/comfort; light angst; insecurity; overworking; mentioned unsupportive parents

Summary:

Roman is worried he'll never make it onto stage after all. Patton is worried about his next test.

or

Two times Patton and Roman comforted each other

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fic for day 2 of @royalityweek!! ill have to admit i may have strayed from the prompt a little bit, but im happy with how this turned out ❤️🩵😊 this is part of the same verse as my previous royality week fics, but can be read separately (ill make a masterpost soon!)

huge thanks to @ivaryn0 for beta-reading!

prompt: family/friendship

Hmm. Should he get more chocolate? Patton wondered, squinting at the lines of chocolate bars that filled the shelves in the sweets aisle. He couldn’t remember if there was still some in the fridge…

Well, he ate chocolate fast, might as well. He picked up a few kit-kats and dropped them in the basket when a ring sounded from his phone. He checked the screen, switching to the messaging app immediately when he saw it was Roman.

just got off work

do you wanna come over?

He blinked. Roman could be spontaneous with plans sometimes, but generally, Patton was the one to host the spur-of-the-moment movie nights between the two of them.

In any case, it's not like he was planning to do anything other than scroll on his phone after he got home. Hanging out with Roman would definitely be a plus.

sure sweetie!😊💖 im at the grocery store rn, do you want me to pick up something for u??

The typing bubble popped up, and it stayed there for about a minute. Patton tilted his head.

ice cream

…

please

Oh. Oh, something was wrong for sure.

A good ol’ ice cream tub was Roman’s go-to when he was feeling down, and that’d certainly explain why he asked to hang out out of nowhere. He couldn’t tell exactly what happened, nothing good for sure, but now he was on a mission.

Operation “cheer up boyfriend” initiated!

Luckily, the ice cream aisle was close to the checkout counter. Patton rummaged around the freezer for strawberry cheesecake, Roman’s favorite, and got three pints for good measure. Of course, making sure to get a bottle of chocolate syrup while in line. After that, it was just a matter of driving to Roman’s apartment.

He might’ve rushed up the stairs a bit too much and his knees definitely paid the price, but darn it he was worried!

He double-checked the apartment number and moved to open the door. Faint music came from behind it, Taylor Swift’s…All Too Well? Oh boy.

“I brought the ice cream, Ro!” Patton said as he entered. Immediately, his eyes flitted to Roman in the middle of the couch. Blankets swaddled him to the point that Patton could barely make out his face. But as he got closer, he saw the tear tracks that trailed down to his chin.

“Oh love,” Patton said, feeling his heart ache at the sight. “Hold on, let me grab you a spoon, ok?”

By the time he was back, Roman hadn’t moved an inch. Patton sat next to him, cracking open the ice cream and plopping the spoon into it.

Roman then proceeded to take the pint and eat it with a ferocity that was kind of impressive.

“…Thanks,” Roman muttered.

“Of course, Ro,” Patton smiled, putting a hand on Roman’s knee, in what he hoped to be a comforting way. “Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, it’s— it’s dumb,” Roman replied, wrapping his arms around his middle. “I’m being dramatic.”

“It’s not dumb, Ro, not if it’s upsetting you.”

Roman sighed. “The cast list for this season’s show came out.”

“Oh, sweetie…”

“Ensemble. Again!” Roman cried, doing mock jazz hands. “I know, I know, I should be grateful I’m in the show at all, and ensemble’s no easy feat of course, but I just thought…”

Roman hunched his shoulders up and let his hands fall into his lap.

“I thought this was going to be the time.”

“I’m so sorry you didn’t get the part you wanted, honey,” Patton said, leaning into Roman’s side. “I’m sure you did your best.”

“I’m starting to think my best just isn’t enough,” Roman let out a hollow laugh. “You know, every time, I tell myself it’s gonna happen, this is gonna be my big break… Maybe it’s just never gonna happen.”

Patton watched helplessly as Roman wound a hand into his hair, pulling. His face twisted in misery. Patton couldn’t bear to see it, the hope crumbling from Roman’s eyes.

“Maybe I’m just gonna be serving milkshakes and cheesecake in a 50s-themed diner for the rest of my life,” he said, bitter. “Great, my parents were right. I’ll never be anyone at all.”

“Don’t say that, Roman,” Patton said firmly. He surprised himself with the sternness in his voice, but he stood by it — he wouldn’t just let Roman be so cruel to himself. “They’re wrong. Of course you’re enough, honey, please don’t let others convince you you’re not, be it your parents or anyone else.”

Roman hummed and something in Patton’s chest twisted at the disbelief in his eyes.

“Ro, listen to me,” Patton pleaded, taking Roman’s hands and squeezing them. “You’re incredible. You’re passionate, and witty, and creative, and dazzling, and none of that hinges on you having the lead role in a show. It doesn’t matter if you’re a waiter, or a superstar, you don't need to measure up to anyone's idea of success.”

Patton smiled, letting go of Roman’s hands to cup his face and brush his thumb across the high of his cheekbone. “You're you. That's enough.” He paused, touching his forehead to Roman's. “You know I love you, right?”

Roman went silent, and with each second that passed Patton got more worried he might’ve said the wrong thing. But then, all of a sudden, he wrapped Patton in a tight hug.

“I love you too,” replied Roman, a quiet chuckle on his lips. Patton hugged him back, crossing his arms over Roman’s back.

When they finally pulled apart, Roman wiped at his eyes, smiling. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

“Maybe not always,” Patton shrugged. “But I’m sure good at turning around gloomy days! How about I pick up more ice cream and we put on some Disney movies?”

Roman laughed in response, and Patton was so glad to hear it.

Roman sighed as he leaned his forehead against the door, raising his fist to knock for about the third time. Of course, getting into Patton’s apartment hadn’t been the hard part — his roommate was just as worried about him as Roman himself.

The real problem would be getting him to actually leave his desk and put a pause on studying.

“I’m taking a break soon, Logan, don’t worry!” Soon came Patton’s cheerful voice through the door. By the unprompted nature of the comment, he must’ve repeated this line many times before and Roman would guess he’d actually done as he said about… zero of them. “Do you need anything?”

Other options exhausted, Roman supposed he’d just have to go for it.

“Only for you to emerge from your fortress of darkness, my dear,” he said, opening the door.

Fortress of darkness indeed. The laptop screen, about the only source of light in the room, cast a blue tint on the books and papers thrown around the desk. Mugs and cups piled around a forgotten corner of the nightstand. At least the window was open, so Patton must’ve gotten some sunlight in the afternoon.

“…Roman?” Patton squinted at him and tilted his head, swiveling his chair around to face him. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m on a mission, darling,” Roman declared, bowing. Hopefully, his dramatics would help win Patton over. “ Recruited by your dearest brother himself… and your roomie was kind enough to let me in.”

“Logan,” Patton grumbled, then shot Roman a look of disbelief, eyebrows raised. “Hold on, Virgil sent you?”

Roman strode over to him, tilting Patton’s chin up and gently brushing his raven hair out of his glasses. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and he looked as if he might fall over with a single touch. Roman bit his lip, when had Patton last slept? That wasn’t like him — he barely stayed up late, even on weekends.

“Darling, you haven’t texted your brother in three days. And you know how he gets when he’s worried.” Roman fake shivered, pulling a little giggle out of the other. “When I asked how you were doing this morning, you just sent me a thumbs-up emoji. And Logan says you haven’t come out of here either.”

“I— just,” Patton looked down. “I really need to study, okay? I have a test in a week, and I still have to review the three last units, and memorize all these names—”

“And don’t you think you’ll do better if you give your brain a chance to rest?” Roman raised an eyebrow. “C’mon, you’re taking a nap.”

“What? I can’t, Roman I’m so behind—” Patton protested as Roman pulled him from the chair and herded him towards the bed.

“So you don’t want to cuddle your poor suffering boyfriend?” Roman gave him an exaggerated pout, knowing the other wouldn’t be able to resist it. “Jail for Patton, jail for Patton for one thousand years!”

“Don’t be mean,” Patton whined. He glanced at their entwined hands, sighed, and climbed onto the bed grumbling.

They cuddled for about a minute, and Roman would be lying to say he hadn’t thoroughly enjoyed the fact that his boyfriend wore his favorite sweater. You’d think it was a bit plain, just a simple gray affair, but only if you hadn’t touched it — by Jove, it was like angels themselves knit the thing. Though soon enough, Patton disentangled himself from Roman’s arms, much to his displeasure, and sent a conflicted glance to his desk. Roman groaned.

“Ro, I need to study, I’m sorry.”

“Patton, be serious with me,” Roman said, crossing his arms. “You really think you are fit to study right now? You look like you’ll drop if the wind blows too hard.”

“But—”

“C’mon, darling,” He cupped Patton’s cheek, looking directly into his red-rimmed eyes. “You know better than to overwork yourself. I thought we’d skipped the workaholic college student phase when you were an undergrad.”

“That’s the thing, Ro,” Patton huffed, sounding terribly small. He dug his nails into the comforter, leaning away from Roman's hand. “I'm not an undergrad anymore. I can't coast by. If I want to be a vet, I can't just-”

He clicked his mouth shut, pulling his knees up to his chest.

“Hey,” Roman reached out again, but he only curled up further. He paused. Pinpricks of tears formed in the corner of Patton’s eyes and he looked so, so tired. It just about killed Roman to see him so upset. “C’mon, what’s going on?”

“I failed the last test,” Patton muttered, hiding his face in the crook of his arms. “If I don’t do well on this one, there won’t be extra credit that’ll save my grade. I can’t fail this class I can’t—”

“Oh, darling,” Roman crooned, as he gently wrapped the other into a hug. “It’s okay.”

Patton sniffled into Roman's shoulder.

“You’ve never “coasted by”. Don’t punish yourself for struggling,” Roman said, tracing circles onto his back. “Some classes can be tough, that’s okay. No shame in needing to put more effort into learning a subject, you just need to remember you can work hard and still take care of yourself.”

“…What if I’m just not cut out for this?” Patton whispered.

“What? Darling, look at me,” Roman pulled away, then took Patton’s hands with his own. “You’re one of the smartest, most compassionate people I know. I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll be a great veterinarian.” He smiled. “Nay, the greatest!”

Patton huffed a laugh and leaned into Roman’s shoulder.

Roman pressed a small kiss into his hair. “You’ll get through this, I know it. There can’t be a victory without some challenge after all,” he said, “But you better not overwork yourself again, mister, or I swear I’ll bully you into some self-care.”

“I’m sure you will.”

Sneaking a hand around his back, Roman pulled Patton down abruptly and flopped him onto the bed, drawing a fit of giggles from him.

“Don’t test me,” he smirked.

Patton let out an airy laugh. “Alright, alright.”

They fell into silence as Roman picked up a pillow from the foot of the bed and lay down. Patton had taken to fidgeting with the sleeves of his blue jumper, quiet as he unraveled a bit of loose thread.

“Vet school is really something,” he finally said.

“Not like you expected?”

“I don't know,” Patton admitted. “I just feel… out of place? Everyone here seems so well-adjusted and driven, but I still feel like I’m bumbling.”

“Is there such a thing as well-adjusted university students?” Roman snorted. “This is a new thing for you, dear, only natural you’ll need some time to get used to it.”

“As long as it doesn’t take too long,” sighed Patton.

“You’re doing great, Pat, trust me,” Roman reached over to ruffle his hair, grinning when Patton pouted adorably and batted his hand away.

“You’re too cute, I’m sorry,” Roman said, stifling a chuckle. Patton crossed his arms. “You know I love you, right?”

Instantly, Patton’s face softened — a pretty blush tinted his cheeks and he smiled bashfully. “I love you too, honey.”

“Man, if I knew I could persuade by flirting I'd have done it much earlier.” Roman teased, raising his hands when he saw the look he got in response. “Okay, okay, I give. So, how about that nap?”

Patton opened his mouth to respond but cut himself with a wide yawn before he could.

“Yeah, I think that’s answer enough.”

Wrapping his arms around Patton's waist, Roman pulled the covers over them and, after whispering goodnight, planted a kiss on his hair. For someone who’d claimed he could go right back to studying with no problem, Patton fell asleep rather quickly — five minutes barely passed and he was already snoring softly. Roman shook his head in amusement. Poor thing sure was exhausted. He snaked his hand around to grab his phone and snapped a photo to send to Virgil.

Mission accomplished.

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A/N: this takes place about 1-2 years after they met in milkshakes and checkered diners - Patton is in his 1st year of the Veterinary Medicine program, while Roman has been out of college for a year-ish and working on that particular community theater since his senior year of collegeyes he's freaking out about never making it one year into his career 😆 he's a bit of a drama queen but we love him

[aestheticfitblrcollection]

Dear @staff ,

Just why tf does this annoying ass ad play at top mf volume whenever one scrolls past it? Like, why must it interrupt my peaceful doom scrolling?

What’s worse is that nothing, not nary a gosh darn thing, will stop it unless I CLOSE THE 🤬 APP AND RESTART IT HAVING TO BEGIN MY SCROLLING FROM LAWDT KNOWS WHERE AND STARE AT POSTS I’VE REBLOGGED AND SEENT ALREADY TO TRY FIND WHERE I LEFT OFF ONLY FOR THIS 🤬 AD TO START ITS 🤬 AND INTERRUPT MY 🤬.

Fix. It.

[mymindisinthegutter]

31 year old woman that came into this app to delete it, but ended up having a beer and scrolling the blog I've had for pretty darn close to half my life. A trip down memory lane later; teenage angst galore, all the highs, and lows, and a god damn lot of the mundane. I now laugh over boys that I've long forgotten that caused some weeklong stays at the heart break hotel. These blogs are literal diaries of me growing up, and I've made some of the most intellectually intimate relationships of my life here. Quick Conclusion: I am never deleting tumblr. ❤️‍🔥

[sepdet]

All very good points!

Also, while AI and digital tools are pretty darn good at imitating traditional media, there should be more interaction of the brush with the canvas, at least until the 20th century when artists start using all kinds of media.

Online reproductions of traditional paintings aren't always detailed, and some painters smooth out their strokes and edges or pile on enough paint to hide the weave of the canvas, but I still feel like digital tools attempting to recreate oil painting are too uniform, missing subtle irregularities of line and hue since one keeps having to mix more colors unless you buy a gazillion different tubes.

Look at my boy Cézanne, varying stroke thickness, paint opacity, obviousness of his brushwork, leaving irregular little flecks. He wasn't focused on drawing, but color — he realized that a dress could look yellow and blue to our eyes, so he used warm and cool modulations of the same color, a technique most painters after him adopted more or less.

The AI generated image tries to mimic some of these methods, like the varying thickness of brush strokes, but it's random. Why do some edges get dark outlines but others not? Why are most of the highlights the same brush size? Why is the painting blank between the central man's legs? Why is there so little shading or color variation to suggest the 3 dimensional forms of the body?

Some more examples of real paintings from the Art Authority app vs AI...

Renoir, "Charles and Georges Durand-Ruel," 1882. Renoir picked up Cézanne's warm and cool colorplay, turned up the lights and added lots of quick feathery brushstrokes, so you get all these flecks of color. Cigarettes and pipes are also really common before the 1970s.

Okay, not everybody uses texture and highly visible brushstrokes. Even so, hue variations are nearly impossible to avoid when mixing pigments manually, and any decent painter will indicate certain highlights and edges/details with single brushtrokes to capture a shape. Note close strokes almost like crosshatching along edges of some shadows to keep them from being too sharp (the back of the older man's outstretched hand and part of his sleeve, eg)

Caillebotte, "The Floor,Scrapers."

Jumping ahead, way past the impressionists, below is a 20th century oil painter softening edges to hide brushwork, opting for a formal, almost photographic style with no background, and favoring realism instead of impressionism.

At first glance, it's hard to find the human touch in the style of painting, apart from the fact that the woman's personality comes through in a way that AI just can't pull off. But again, you've got those subtle warm and cold variations in the background, a finely-observed use of dusty rust, crimson and dark burgundy to capture the texture of velvet, and careful modeling of shadows and brighter areas to suggest the forms of her body coming towards you.

Paxton, portrait of Mrs Charles Tappan, 1935.

Notice her skin tones are a rich medley of greens and yellows and pinks that the AI generators can't model as skillfully because they don't understand the landscape of the individual's features or the way skin shows a hint of what's underneath. Also, when you look closely, there are distinct brushstrokes to indicate her crimped hair, to pick out highlights on jewelry and chair, and to define a few edges.

And how about Leyendecker, since there's a lot of AI-generated imitations?

I had to look up and make sure he was really using oil paint. Yes, but he mixes it with thinner and stand oil so it flows like watercolor/ink. And he's a master of the art deco/sign painter's craft of precise, clean lines and curves. His bold, angular brushstrokes are amazingly regular and parallel; and he loves cross hatching. (I bet he did phenomenal ink drawings.) But if you start squinting at the pinstripes — see the gent at far right — you'll see how he interrupts them, changes their color, alters their direction to follow folds and form with precise imprecision, if that makes any sense.

The AI versions of Leyendecker jump out like a sore thumb.

Where did those curves from come from? Where's the contour line pinstripes? The jaunty single line to indicate eyelashes? Where's the arrow collar? Where's his boyfriend's round button chin? Why are the wrinkles of his shirt continued into his suspenders?

Note: I should be careful, since digital artists don't mix traditional pigments to select their colors or have physical hair brushes, so some of the things I mentioned above (subtle color variations, irregular brushstrokes) may not show up. They are still painting, they're just using different tools to do it. So the OP's method of checking to see if the painter was born yesterday, so to speak, is probably safer than playing art critic.

But I think it's worth taking a closer look and searching for the human hand behind the art: the irregularities, the deliberate choices, the understanding of reality that AI doesn't have. If nothing else, it'll reward you with a greater appreciation for someone's work, and you'll probably spot things you missed! And the imperfections... the signs of our common humanity... are part of the fun.

this is your periodic reminder that for all the artifacts and errors and "tells" one could possibly list, the only reliable way to actually determine if an image is ai generated is to investigate the source. it is becoming increasingly common for "fake classical paintings" to circulate around curative aesthetic blogs, and everyone should be using this as an opportunity to not only exercise their investigative skills but also appreciate art more in general. you're all checking out the artists you reblog, right? 🫣

so what are some signs to look for? let's use this very good example.

what a lovely late-impressionist piece blended with evocative leyendecker-esque themes! why haven't you ever heard of this artist before? surely tumblr would be all over an artist like this. who is justin brown?

your two options from here are to do a search for the name, or a reverse image search. i prefer reverse image searching, particularly when it comes to a common name like "justin brown". so what does that net?

Immediately, without looking at any text, something is wrong: it barely exists. an actual historical piece would turn up numerous results from websites individually discussing the piece, but no such discussions are taking place. Looking at the text, though, does show the source-- and at least in this case, the creator was honest about their medium.

But let's also look at the "exact matches", in case a source doesn't make itself apparent in the initial sidebar results like this.

This section will often tell you post dates of images, and here it can be seen that the very first iteration of the image was posted 15 days ago. It did not exist online prior to that.

Seeing how long an unsourced image has been floating around is a skill applicable to more than just generative images! See a cool image of an artifact or other intriguing item with a vivid caption? Reverse search it! If all the results are paired with that caption and only go back a few months, you might just have viral facebook spam.

Sometimes generative creators are dishonest about their medium and do not tag it like in the example, so that's when establishing "jpeg provenance" becomes important. While it can be a little trickier to determine if someone is using generative images and not admitting to it if they aren't trying to pass it off as a classic, something to consider is the age of their account and the frequency with which they post. Here are some account red flags:

-Did they only start posting art after 2022, or if they did before, did their style/skill level WILDLY change? Not gradual improvement-- I'm talking amateur graphite portraits straight into complex digital renders. Everyone starts somewhere, newness is not a red flag alone; it's newness combined with existing in a vacuum away from any community.

-Do they post fully-finished paintings several times a week? -Do many of these paintings seem iterative of a similar theme or subject matter ("three well-dressed young men face each other under shade and dappled sunlight")?

-Does their style change in inconsistent ways? An artist that can swap between painting like Drew Struzan and Hokusai should be pretty well known, right? Why is no one hyping this guy?!

-Do they have social media besides the source instagram? If so, what are they posting about? Are there any WIPs? Doodles? Interactions with other artists? Gallery dates? 3am self-doubt posts? Or is it all self-promo? Crypto? Seemingly nothing art-related at all for someone pushing out 3 weekly paintings?

Basically, if it's important to you to omit this stuff when you curate, please don't just smash reblog if the source doesn't seem to be the OP themselves. Seeking out sources was important even before this became an issue, now it is more than ever.

peace n love

[nightgarla]

got myself a bright red iphone 11 now its so big and it doesnt have a home button and they dont even tell u during setup how to get out of and close apps but at least i can 🫩🫩🫩🫩 now

all my ahit from my okd phone got transfered over except for my input settings and now im pretty darn sure i pixked swedish during setup but it is not in swedish it is in english and my stupid baka keyboard is only english now :((((( but oh well thats easy to fix

[robtriestokeepadiary]

What a day!!! Up pretty darn early. Took meds. Got the car packed and out on time. Got mcds bfast sandies. Drove us there. Parked at a garage thingy. Got a ride over to the terminal . Got a really nice massage from a chair. Got expensive snacks lol. Boarded. Long long flight. Solved my big ass cube just in time! Listened to some 70s show. Got a lift to the hotel. Got to get a ride down that famous windy lombard drive! Checked in. The walked down to get an in and out burger. Wasn't super special but the bun an pickles were good. Got some chochkies. Went to the museum of failures a ton of great funny failed products. Put failing at swallowing as mine lol. Went back to the hotel. Took a migraine pill. Got drinks and an app. Went back to walk to pier 39. Was closing down once we got there was a little disappointing but the seals were neat. More walking. Every other place was closing down. Found a coin musem with a bunch of old neat games and the machines from princess diaries! Stopped at 711 for the first time. Lots of weird stuff in there. Got some white claws. Back to the room for chilling and a hp movie.

[anonymous-person-spams]

THIS IS A DUOLINGO HATE POST

frick you luis.

The constant ads for their super version as well as those mobile game apps with the invisible cross close buttons got me this close to uninstalling it. But AI? Mass firing for a technology that's rarely accurate? I work in STEM, and all these tech-bros have this hivemind??? around GenAI like what's the point? Why would you want the world to give up what makes us human? Why give up our tongues that are stolen and regurgitated and so darn inaccurate by code? I've seen my own native tongue half-assed by duo and I wouldn't be surprised if it's AI slop. ANd Guess what? It is.

Duo. Your people helped me survive middle school. Then high school. They helped me when I immigrated and helped me once more to connect with the people I love through their mothertongues. How could you do this?

With a heavy heart, I will be deleting my account. Well, good for me anyway. Duolingo lost all it's quality during that big update years ago when it just became a competitive game.

[princessfaerygia]

ive been journalling on my facebook and some people react to it positively but it i daresay something someone finds negative , basically his best guy friend called him to complain about my post. so i won't be sharing on fb anymore. it's true im jealous, detective ish, and paranoid. but ive found so much truthful thangs thru this "detective" work on my bf. like he went on a date with shannon at TGIF the day before we broke up the day before i called cops on him for threatening to strangle me. and he had secretly behind my back been sending her money through cash app i found through snooping~sending her money behind my back secretly, more than a month before we broke up.

anyway his best guy friend called to complain about me and my bf talked so much shiz about me while im in the same room. better in the same room than privately.

also my boyfriend found out i changed his passwords to get into his facebook and email. well i told on myself of course and now from now on i am not allowed to be "super detective gia". i won't try it again but that doesn't mean i won't stop snooping and searching for the truth, our relationships truth, within the limits.

i drank a caffeinated beverage and i keep trembling. im a fragile soft weird human. i think im malnourished and still haven't been to grocery store even tho i gots food stamps. it's jus cold ❄️ and yesterday the uber was one heck of a ride they missed the grocery store and my bf got big attitude w me and i idiotically defended myself as usual.

it's idiotic to defend myself against him because it hurts the relationship. he says it's often "gia's way or the highway" but it actually quite close to the opposite.

if he tells me shut up i must shut up. I must be quiet. it's good for me i think. ive learned a lot through this relationship and darn it's been great. i mean that. optimism carries me to the feary future.

when i tell him i love him he denies it. he says i don't love him or else i would act differently. do you know how much i take care of him in small unappreciated ways? alot. i hope with all my heart he realizes i truly love him and we can be together again. lately he often tells me to leave or breaks up with me. but he told me im supposed to wait five minutes each time and be silent and don't act on it.

well last night he broke up with me in uber and i acted on it like a wild beast. i explained (embarrassing him) his abuse of me and complained. he tried telling the female driver he would give her an extra twenty but she wasn't having it and she also drove away with his favorite water bottle in stow.

we are a couple still but i currently have to be quiet and stay put. it's weird being human with other humans. my jupiter is in gemini in the 7th(love life house) i feel most happy being in a close relationship with someone interesting, intellectual, and appealing. the most comfy and at home ive felt is through relationship with another. rarely alone ive felt precisely *at home* ~meaning "comforted". in the company of jackie my ex best friend, the company of my cat flicker (r.i.p.), and the company of z my bf.

in this isolative capitalist consumerism it is so hard and tiresome to "connect"~ though very convenient simultaneously.

i wonder if my bf breaks up with me ...what will i have to write about? my daily life with family? its interestingness pales in comparison to my daily life with z. but ive always been jealous and admiring of bookish boring quiet girls.

depressing that im not bookish, but i am a philosopher and intellectual. and i am very introverted and the quieter one when surrounded by others. i try to include myself through laughing on cue or spontaneously in response..

i am interested in others lives but sometimes admittedly i scroll through ,skimming diary entries, unless it's someones writing i really have an interest in. im sorry. many times i force myself to read through so that i can better connect with the writer and emotionally n spiritually support them.

also it's kinda rare that people DO journal on here~as the law of attraction people say to keep your life private and "glow up".

i just love to type cus im faster than my boyfriend at typing we did a competition a few times. it's something im assured with. also it helps to connect and freakishly find out that some mutuals DO read my writing and DO care.

my heart is filled with love for yall. i don't know what's next for me. trepidation and strangeness awaits.

[skwittles821]

Intro I suppose???

I don’t know how to use this darned app whatsoever but my close friends are on here and so I feel inclined to begin tumbling into this madness.

You can call me Skwittles. It suffices. If you know me irl… No!

I will rarely post things if I think of something really funny or if I make something moderately interesting, but otherwise I’m a fandom lurker and reposter.

FANDOMS/INTERESTS/WHATEVER IDK

Midst (LISTEN TO THIS PODCAST PLEASE)

Outer Wilds ✨

IN STARS AND TIME ⭐️⌛️

EPIC the musical ⚔️

Hades 🔥

Also like just Greek Mythology generally

D&D/TTRPGs 🎲

Hollow Knight 🐛

Gravity Falls 🔺

Any theatre adjacent shit 🎭

TMA 👁️

UT/DR ❤️

TOH 🦉

Generally speaking most indie games I love them

ANYTHING ELSE I FORGOT!!!