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MOUSE YAOI REAL

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i wanna get out there but i don't try

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We all knew Ralsei's whole deal was gonna be juicy, but I don't think anyone predicted that all his desperate kowtowing to and placating of the Lightners, concealment of information, and encouragement of them treating the Dark Worlds like a game is in fact, a distraction from the world and prophecy's dark underbelly- but that he does this not because he has sinister motives, but because the two are just legendarily doomed. That the missing piece of his "guy who's life purpose is to be a helpful NPC" thing was the part where his "protagonists" are the actual second comings of Monster Jesus from the Monster Bible who haven't yet learned of the Monster Crucifixion part, and he does not want to be the one to break it to 'em. If Sans is burdened with an in-universe version of the existential dread of knowing you're a video game NPC, Ralsei is that, if he was also like a friendly side character in season 1 of a 2010s children's cartoon, currently overhearing his storyboard artists brainstorm increasingly convenient, G-rated death substitutes that are actually way worse than death. Poor guy's trying to induce a case of Cerebus Syndrome so intense that Monster God himself decides it'd be too goofy to keep the overarching plot around, with the backup purpose of a temporary comfort to a couple unstable fifteen-year-olds before they [unspecified] for the world's sins. Who knew Ralsei was the one most concerned about the possibility of Kris and Susie getting Jevil-and-Spamton-ed by knowledge? Insane.

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I am by NO MEANS a professional artist, nor am I good at replicating styles, but it was such a fun idea. Luthadel is such a cool aesthetic.

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wheres that picture of like the performers at the bolshoi or somewhere reading about gagarin going into space during intermission while all still in costume

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Y'all today i painted all day like literally all day with a single 10 minute food break at 4 pm i have no idea how i am alive

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"AI Engorgement" refers to the phenomenon where an AI model absorbs too much misinformation in its training data. This corrupts the model's base truth, leading to strange glitches. An engorged image model, when prompted to create images for "cat" and "historical", generated the following:

AI Engorgement may trigger a complete dissolution of truth within a model, leading it to back conspiracy theories, clearly debunked facts, and mistake fiction for reality. It is believed that the systematic siphoning of unreality by AI datasets is already revealing signs of engorgement in every major model.

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"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

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“we’ve been a wreck together, since 2009”

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My animation of a flour sack. Words can’t express how proud I am of these 11 seconds.

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Do you think Bruce Wayne would flirt with Benoit Blanc?

I think if Bruce ever found himself in a situation to meet Benoit Blanc, to his great chagrin, it’d be as Brucie Wayne. He’d be on some rich fuck’s island under cover when a murder happens and it’d be killing him that he can’t break cover to get a closer look at the body. And then along comes Benoit Blanc and Bruce decides, well he’s Brucie right now, it’d be weird if he didn’t flirt a little.

And hey, who knows, if Blanc likes him maybe he’ll let Bruce tag along and get into places Brucie wouldn’t normally be if he wasn’t trying to seduce this weirdly accented, tall glass of deductive skills. (And maybe he’s enjoying it a little more than he should, but technically he’s on vacation so…)

Blanc, of course, catches on and thinks Bruce has something to hide and is keeping him close because he thinks he’s either the killer or in on it.

Except that’s not what the evidence or instincts are actually telling him. Not really.

But he also can’t ignore the fact that Bruce managed to trip and fall directly into the filing cabinet in the office, causing the drawer to fly open and reveal the evidence Blanc’s looking for. Or that the billionaire has a slightly delayed reaction to seeing blood. Not much, but enough for Blanc to notice.

There’s also the way he keeps making suggestions that on the surface seem benign, but are nevertheless intended to lead Blanc toward where his own instincts are telling him to look. So either Brucie is one of those killers who likes to be involved in the investigation because they want to make sure you’re noticing their ‘genius’ or because they think they can control the narrative by being helpful, or…

“Y’know something, Mister Wayne…”

“Benoit, please,” Bruce says with a slow, seductive smile that unfurls like silk over rich velvet. “How many times do I have to ask? Call me Bruce.”

“… Bruce. You’ve been so remarkably helpful.”

“Oh, you know me. I always aim to please.”

Bruce’s smile takes on an electric edge that makes Benoit’s thumb slide to the gold wedding band on his ring finger. He’s a married man, he’s a married man…

“I can’t help but wonder, though,” Benoit says, matching Bruce’s smile for a knowing one of his own. “Don’t you get tired?”

His tone is off, he knows it is because Bruce’s expression doesn’t flicker, not even a jot. It’s just unnatural enough to be telling.

“Tired of what?” the younger man asks, just the right amount of cheerful confusion in his voice and an adorable title of his head like a puppy to make you miss the sharpness behind his eyes. The way his body is coiling tight. Ready for a fight.

“Of pretending,” Benoit says, lifting a cigar to his mouth, making a show of patting down his pockets for the lighter. “I know I surely do. It grates on a man, always being underestimated. Everyone thinking you’re not as sharp as you are. Not as clever, not as quick. It must be a relief, I think, to finally be seen…”

The hand that had been rummaging in his pocket shoots out, aiming for Bruce’s perfect face. Bruce deflects it, twisting Benoit’s hand in a viper-like move Benoit hasn’t seen since…

“Ra’s doesn’t train just anyone,” he says, acutely aware of how much Bruce’s expression has changed without so much of a flicker of muscle. How sharp and hard the angles of his face have become. How deadly. “I confess, I didn’t see it at first. You’re very good, Bruce. I never would have put two and two together if you hadn’t twisted Haggart’s elbow the way you did when he tried to grab Maxine.” He smiles self-deprecatingly. “Take that as a compliment from one detective to another… Batman.”

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Dear video essay creators. A video analysis is when you analyze a piece of media. No no look at me. A summary, no matter how thorough, is not an analysis. An analysis requires you to draw conclusions about the media such as authorial intent, real-world parallels, discussion about themes/worldbuilding/character motivation, and so much more. You have to stop summarizing something and saying that’s analysis. The Gaylors are doing more critical analysis than you. Is that who you want to lose to? The gaylors?

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I know that Peter’s Jackson Lord of the Rings trilogy technically has flaws but also….it doesn’t. It’s perfect.

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I really really really want a scene in a movie/TV show where there's a single character taking on a fucking army and kicking royal ass John Wick style, in slow motion, with iDKHOW's SIXFT as the soundtrack.

Bonus points if it's Florence Pugh or Hayley Atwell kicking ass.

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I was talking to my hookup at work today and offhandedly mentioned that I've burned a CD before and he said "oh that's hot". so just. food for thought. pirating is sexy and physical media is also sexy