Actually, this felt important enough to put here
So a free tool called GLAZE has been developed that allows artists to cloak their artwork so it can't be mimicked by AI art tools.
AI art bros are big mad about it.
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Hope you are doing well Aiden! <3 I come back to re-read you're fics alll the time haha that Sukuna omegaverse fic still lives in my head RENT FREE , still my fav Sukuna fic TIL THIS DAY
Hi Kali!!! Im surviving lmao, doing my best. And GOOD!! I still go back and read your Ghostface Choso fic like, at least once a week! You still loving the Omegaverse Sukuna means we're even 💙💙 (on a realtor note, im glad you like my work! I put everything i had into that one let me tell you-)
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This fic literally brought be back from the dead, holy shit-
sunday morning
Getou Suguru x Reader
MDNI 18+
cw/tw: vaginal fingering, morning wood, piv sex, sleepy sex, cockwarming
wc: 771
the light feeds through the sheer curtains on the window. It dances across your skin, just barely illuminating your sleeping form. with one eye cracked open, he observes the way casualness at which the ethereal caresses you in every way. he pulls you close, slightly dismayed when you stir awake. "sorry, love."
"s'fine," you mumble, nuzzling into him. his embrace engulfs you, his weight more comforting than the blanket over you both. despite the warmth you find in his arms, the heat between his legs seems a lot more urgent. "already?"
his breath hitches when you press your hips to his. it has him twitching in his boxers and rutting against you ever so slightly. "can't help it, baby. it's-"
"it's only natural," you cut him off with a chuckle. even in your jest, you feel yourself warming with each lazy grind of your hips. sleep fights hard to take you in a tug of war against your increasing desperation for stimulation. geto makes it no better when he encapsulates your hip in one hand, guiding your movements to match his. heated breaths replace morning yawns in the chase for friction, the thin cloths separating you two proving all too thick as you both throb horribly in your aches for more.
the useless clenching between your legs proves too much which has you stopping and clutching his shirt. it sparks pause in his movement, geto waking up almost fully to eye your expression. "suguru… please."
a smirk wastes no time to take the place of confusion. with one hard thrust that has you squealing, he asks, "already?"
"don't be a tease, it's-"
"it's only natural," he finishes for you with a low rumble in his chest. he closes the gap between you to whisper in your ear. "now turn around for me, babygirl."
a light smack to your ass wakes you up enough to follow directions. once you're lying on your right, he pulls you snug against his bulge, groaning and pressing it against your asscheeks. you try matching his movements just to have him stop you again. "su-"
he stuffs your mouth with two fingers and presses them flat against your tongue. he pushes them as far as he can, sighing in satisfaction when hears you gag around them. "i know, i know. geez babe, so needy so early in the morning."
your throat constricts around the digits briefly before he uses his other hand to pull your panties to the side. sliding his slick covered fingers through your slit, he pinches your clit lightly between the knuckles. "ahh- mmmfuck…"
"looks like i didn't need to anyway. always so wet for me." he's able to find your entrance and slip the fingers in with ease. usually it's calculated, methodical in the way he indulges in pleasuring you. but knowing your impatience, he focuses on stretching you open, scissoring to ease the tension on that tight ring of muscles. "that's right…" you clench around him with the way his voice moves like a honeyed mead from your ear down to your cunt. "i know baby, give daddy a minute."
"sugur-"
"can you give me a fucking," he slips his cock out of his boxers, moving quick to bottom out in you, "minute."
you choke on your own breath as your cunt spasms around him. clawing at the blankets, you try to adjust despite the burn of the sudden stretch.
"nothin' to say?" geto pulls out almost completely before slamming back inside, holding onto you so that you don't completely lurch forward.
"always crying about some shit," he grits out as he sets a pace. "'suguru' this and 'suguru' that, all for the same shit. oh! ah ah ah, don't start running now!"
he grabs your wrists as you reach out for purchase, holding them behind your back as he continues to pump in you. "i-i… i just-"
"'i-i-,'" he mocks, slowing down to drag his cock along your walls. "you what? tell me."
the change in pace has your brain melting. each vein is tracked as it slides across your gummy walls. you mewl in response, unable to form a sentence as you succumb to his touch in totality. "i don't know," you slur, rocking your hips unconsciously to spur him back into his previous pace.
he grabs your hip to still you for the last time. "then you're not getting shit until you find out."
and that's how you found yourself in the late morning, pussy occasionally squeezing around him, itching for more. But you don't dare move, even when your gentle calls of "suguru?" are answered with soft snores.
a/n: i want tostitos
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It's just kinda weird. I've been like, haunting Tumblr and seeing what my friends are doing and absolutely LOVING it, but because I place my entire self worth on my ability to create and produce I feel like I can't give them anything- and therefor do not have the right to interact.
And that's where I've been besties, writing is hard, and burn out is real. But, word to my fellow creatives: you are more than your ability to create. You are more than what you produce and your output. You have intrinsic value as a human, just by being human and putting all of these standards on your ability to create isn't going to get you out of burn out faster. Quite the opposite actually.
Now, excuse me while I try and take my own advice 💙💙
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SUGAR YOUR BRAIN IS SO WRINKLED AND BEAUTIFUL YES
Okay, not to be thirsty on main or anything but I desperately want Suguru to wake me up with Dick. Like, I don't think this is controversial, but I think that waking up to the feeling of him stretching me out- the full heavy feeling of his cock inside me while he kisses up my neck and tells me how pretty I am would fix me.
I'm just saying!!
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