#I know the watermark is annoying but look at that face

[smellslikebot]

"how do I keep my art from being scraped for AI from now on?"

if you post images online, there's no 100% guaranteed way to prevent this, and you can probably assume that there's no need to remove/edit existing content. you might contest this as a matter of data privacy and workers' rights, but you might also be looking for smaller, more immediate actions to take.

...so I made this list! I can't vouch for the effectiveness of all of these, but I wanted to compile as many options as possible so you can decide what's best for you.

Discouraging data scraping and "opting out"

robots.txt - This is a file placed in a website's home directory to "ask" web crawlers not to access certain parts of a site. If you have your own website, you can edit this yourself, or you can check which crawlers a site disallows by adding /robots.txt at the end of the URL. This article has instructions for blocking some bots that scrape data for AI.

HTML metadata - DeviantArt (i know) has proposed the "noai" and "noimageai" meta tags for opting images out of machine learning datasets, while Mojeek proposed "noml". To use all three, you'd put the following in your webpages' headers:

<meta name="robots" content="noai, noimageai, noml">

Have I Been Trained? - A tool by Spawning to search for images in the LAION-5B and LAION-400M datasets and opt your images and web domain out of future model training. Spawning claims that Stability AI and Hugging Face have agreed to respect these opt-outs. Try searching for usernames!

Kudurru - A tool by Spawning (currently a Wordpress plugin) in closed beta that purportedly blocks/redirects AI scrapers from your website. I don't know much about how this one works.

ai.txt - Similar to robots.txt. A new type of permissions file for AI training proposed by Spawning.

ArtShield Watermarker - Web-based tool to add Stable Diffusion's "invisible watermark" to images, which may cause an image to be recognized as AI-generated and excluded from data scraping and/or model training. Source available on GitHub. Doesn't seem to have updated/posted on social media since last year.

Image processing... things

these are popular now, but there seems to be some confusion regarding the goal of these tools; these aren't meant to "kill" AI art, and they won't affect existing models. they won't magically guarantee full protection, so you probably shouldn't loudly announce that you're using them to try to bait AI users into responding

Glaze - UChicago's tool to add "adversarial noise" to art to disrupt style mimicry. Devs recommend glazing pictures last. Runs on Windows and Mac (Nvidia GPU required)

WebGlaze - Free browser-based Glaze service for those who can't run Glaze locally. Request an invite by following their instructions.

Mist - Another adversarial noise tool, by Psyker Group. Runs on Windows and Linux (Nvidia GPU required) or on web with a Google Colab Notebook.

Nightshade - UChicago's tool to distort AI's recognition of features and "poison" datasets, with the goal of making it inconvenient to use images scraped without consent. The guide recommends that you do not disclose whether your art is nightshaded. Nightshade chooses a tag that's relevant to your image. You should use this word in the image's caption/alt text when you post the image online. This means the alt text will accurately describe what's in the image-- there is no reason to ever write false/mismatched alt text!!! Runs on Windows and Mac (Nvidia GPU required)

Sanative AI - Web-based "anti-AI watermark"-- maybe comparable to Glaze and Mist. I can't find much about this one except that they won a "Responsible AI Challenge" hosted by Mozilla last year.

Just Add A Regular Watermark - It doesn't take a lot of processing power to add a watermark, so why not? Try adding complexities like warping, changes in color/opacity, and blurring to make it more annoying for an AI (or human) to remove. You could even try testing your watermark against an AI watermark remover. (the privacy policy claims that they don't keep or otherwise use your images, but use your own judgment)

given that energy consumption was the focus of some AI art criticism, I'm not sure if the benefits of these GPU-intensive tools outweigh the cost, and I'd like to know more about that. in any case, I thought that people writing alt text/image descriptions more often would've been a neat side effect of Nightshade being used, so I hope to see more of that in the future, at least!

[random-fandom1984]

Hi!! 😆

May I request TFP Yandere Soundwave x human reader?

Thank for reading this (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง✨

Sorry if it doesn't have that much yandere as you were hoping for.

Okay, so, the only way I can see that you could've gotten his attention is either you're related to one of the three human charges – family or friend. Because of that, you don't know about the Autobots and Decepticons.

Soundwave was given the mission to find out more about the human pets, through humans that are close to them. Out of all of their family and friends, he chose you.

He only went through some of your info, and you're a friend of Miko's host parents that lives in a state up north, in Gravity Falls, Oregon (Yes, I'm making a little crossover with GF, but TFP came out 2 years before Gravity Falls existed, so Weirdmageddon hasn't happened yet, nor have the Pine Twins visited yet.)

You've met Miko a few times when you've came to visit, and it's best to say you don't like how loud, irresponsible, foolish, and doesn't understand people's boundaries. You were a rather quiet introverted person, and she was an overbearing extrovert, so you two didn't mix well.

When it was Christmas last year, they were at your family gathering, and she almost got your cousins hurt with firecrackers, who were mainly toddlers and young children. She even said, quote-unquote, that "They needed to live a little and not have helicopter parents deciding everything for them." The thing was that your aunts and uncles weren't helicopter parents, they were normal, calm, and understanding parents!

Miko was one of the main reasons why you lost faith in humanity, and you despised her with a burning passion. You even told this to her in her face, but she would say that you're just grumpy and should take a nap. As if you were a little child that didn't know better!

You work as an online artist that takes request for people who can't draw certain things like, animals, details, DND characters, Oc's etc.

As time went on, he was starting to get obsessed with learning more about you, and he knows more about you than anyone else you know in your life. Your favorite animal are birds, your favorite color is d/s/f/c (Dark Shade of Favorite Color), you hate people, don't like talking, have a pet European Starling named Jermey, after the crow in the Secret of Nimh because of his love for shiny and sparkly things, who is also the model for your watermarks on your designs, you like dying your hair, and so much more.

You were having a normal day, doing a live stream as you were taking requests from your viewers, when this one person in particular to do a city made out of metal, the people are robots that can transform, and even gave you an image that they "made" that was called Kaon. Interested, you took up this challenge.

It was safe to say that Soundwave wasn't disappointed with the end results of it; It looked magnificent. The image of his home was nostalgic of the good old days of Cybertron, when it wasn't just him and Laserbeak, when all of his children minicons were still alive.

The two of you kept in contact and became friends on the internet. You would tell each other about how your days went; you were told that he works as one of the higher ups in a company, has to deal with an annoying, loud, arrogant assistant of his boss – reminds you of a certain someone –, has a pet bird, is introverted, doesn't talk, doesn't like humanity- you're already hooked.

You turned a blind eye to things, like how he somehow knows where you live, find out about private accounts on social media, knows that you're talking to someone even when there's barely any people around, kind of seeming jealous/overprotective over text. The hardest one to do is when someone insults or steals your art, only to end up severely or lightly wounded somewhere between the next day to the end of the week, saying that a robot version of Slenderman or a metal bird that has an origami themed shape, etc.

There were a few things that caught your attention. How he uses the wrong terminology for things such as units time, parts of the body, even saying organics, fleshies, humans instead of people or others by their names. You were suspicious but brushed it off every time it happens.

At the beginning of Soundwave's his sire growing obsession, Laserbeak didn't even understand what was so great about you. But it changed when he was shot down by Autobots and landed out in the woods, you found him, and repaired him. During his stay, he made friends with Jeremy, and during repairs, you were gentle as you could be when fixing him up, your touched were light, you asked if what you were doing was alright, and he honestly thought of those human films where the mother would help their child when they get an injury. In this situation, he was your the child, and you were his the mother; he understood now.

Knowing Laserbeak's existence was the reason why it was a little hard to turn a blind eye to those that were injured.

When Laserbeak returned, he gave the information to Soundwave, and that's when Soundwave knew that you were the one to complete the family.

When the both of you actually met face-to-face is when you texted him that an ex of yours came back is so persistent on getting back together and won't leave you alone. When it was night, your ex cornered you, and was ranting on and on about how you should be grateful that he's giving you a second chance, even though you were the one to break up with him, only to end up dead on the pavement. You looked up to see Soundwave himself.

The first thought that came to mind didn't revolve around fear. No! It was 'Oh, god, he looks hot-'

So, you were taken aboard the Nemesis, you became a part of the Con Crew. 1.) Because you're close, in a way, to one of the Autobot's human pets; 2.) You hated humans just as much as they did; 3.) It's Soundwave. Megatron trusts him with any decision of his. A reason Soundwave gave, in public? A human to spy on the Autobots- Shut the fuck up random Vehicon, this is a human spy, not Makeshift. This isn't like Starscream's plan.

This happened only a day after Optimus Prime became Orion Pax. Soundwave had a feeling that something might happen, so he had you wear something that will cover up everything, mainly your head/face. He knows the archivist is smart, and if he were to revert back to Optimus, then he would recognize who you are.

Often times, some Vehicons would make comments about a human joining the ranks, or try to get rid of you, and they were met with an electric end.

It was only about a week later, after Orion became Optimus again, when they decided how they were going to get you in their base, and with the help of the newly arrived Dreadwing, they can do just that.

Part 2 coming soon...

So, basically this was a yandere x willing reader. I just hope you're satisfied.

[anonymousewrites]

A Good Day for Death (Book 1) Chapter Seven

Wednesday Addams x Reaper! Reader

Chapter Seven: A Good Day for Fudge

Summary: What's a worse fate than kidnapping? Being forced to volunteer at Pilgrim World.

            (Y/N) wriggled against the rope binding them to the chair and huffed angrily into their black bag. This night was going a very strange direction, and with the way Rowan, a member of whatever secret society had tied them up, had acted about them being Nevermore’s downfall, (Y/N) was more than a little hesitant to get comfortable. Finally, someone pulled the hood from their head.

            A group of people in cloaks and masks stood in a semi-circle before them in shadow.

            “Who dares breach our inner sanctum?” said one in a dramatic voice.

            I know that voice, thought (Y/N), frowning since they couldn’t quite place it.

            “You can take the mask off, Bianca,” said Wednesday, instantly calling out the perpetrator of this latest annoyance.

            There we go, said (Y/N).

            Bianca threw off her hood off and pulled off her mask, annoyed that she had been identified so easily. Her companions did the same, following their leader’s example. Many people (Y/N) knew were in the circle, even Xavier, Ajax, and Yoko.

            “Wait, I preferred you with it on,” said Wednesday with the slightest bit of sass meant to annoy Bianca (it succeeded).

            “How did you get down here?” asked Xavier.

            “Rowan showed me. Left pocket,” said Wednesday. Xavier approached and pulled out the infamous page. “The watermark.” She glanced at (Y/N), the message clear: don’t mention the visions.

            “I found it on the Poe Statue,” said (Y/N), nodding. “Then we solved the riddle.”

            “Wait, there’s a riddle?” asked a siren in confusion. “I thought we just snapped twice.”

            “You guys don’t even know your own mystery and you guys are a secret society?” (Y/N) frowned. “Poe would be disappointed.”

            “The Nightshades are an elite social club,” said Bianca proudly. “Emphasis on elite.”

            “We have roof parties, campouts, and the occasional midnight skinny-dip,” said Yoko.

            “And Yoko’s an amateur mixologist,” said another siren. “She makes a killer virgin mohito.”

             “It can get pretty wild,” said Ajax.

            “Wow. Do you guys even have a bedtime?” asked Wednesday sarcastically. “Last I heard, the Nightshades had been disbanded.”

            “Yeah, the group kind of lost its charter thirty years ago after some normie kid died,” said Xavier.

            “But we have a lot of wealthy alumni, so Weems looks the other away as long as nobody makes any waves,” said Yoko.

            “Rowan was,” remarked (Y/N).

            “We booted that loser last semester,” said Bianca.  “Question is, what are we gonna do with them? Only members are allowed in this library.”

            “That’s weird because anyone who figures the riddle out can get in,” remarked (Y/N) playfully.

            “I say we invited Wednesday to pledge,” said Xavier.

            Wow. I’m chopped liver, thought (Y/N).

            Xavier pointed to the picture of Wednesday’s parents on the picture. “She’s legacy.”

            “After the crap she pulled in the Poe Cup, there’s no way in hell,” said Bianca stubbornly. “We talk about not making waves. She’s a tsunami.”

            “Just because I beat you at your own game? Let me save you the trouble. I’m not interested in joining,” said Wednesday.

            (Y/N) grinned at the Nightshades’ dumbstricken faces. Plus, seeing Wednesday choose to not join the Nightshades was nice since they did consist of the more popular kids of Nevermore while (Y/N) was not. Not that any of that mattered. Wednesday didn’t care about that stuff.

            “Untie them,” ordered Bianca.

            Wednesday extended her arms, free of the ropes. “I freed myself five minutes ago.” She stood and snatched the page back from Xavier before untying (Y/N).

            “Thanks,” they chirped.

            Wednesday didn’t respond, turning to leave. A siren boy blocked their back, glaring at them.

            “Do you want more trouble?” questioned Wednesday. She pushed the undone ropes into his chest for him to take them before marching past. She paused on the stairs to look down at the Nightshades. “It’s amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad name.”

            As they walked back to their dorm, (Y/N) murmured, “What do you think the pages mean? They certainly seem dismal, like Rowan thought.”

            “There are many threads to this mystery,” said Wednesday. “We will have to work through each one. Starting with the pilgrim.”

            “Well, I can tell you one thing: that’s Joseph Crackstone,” said (Y/N).

            “You know him?” asked Wednesday.

            “Sure. He helped found Jericho, and he’s infamous for hating outcasts,” said (Y/N).

            “Then we need to find out more about him,” said Wednesday.

            “Oh, that’s fortuitous,” said (Y/N) eagerly. “We are volunteering in Jericho this weekend for Outreach Due.”

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            “All students will report for their volunteer jobs at ten am sharp, followed by a community lunch at one,” said Weems. “As you know, this year Outreach Day culminates in a very special event, the dedication of a new memorial statue in the town square, which will also include performances by Nevermore students. As representatives of our school, I trust you will all put your best face forward.”

            When Weems finished, the professors spread out and handed volunteer assignments to the students, who instantly began to compare jobs to see who they could trade with to stay with their friends.

            “I’ve got Pilgrim World,” said (Y/N) brightly. “I mean, great for, you know, investigating, but I’m not big on crowds since it gets a little too obvious that people avoid me.”

            “I got Pilgrim World, too!” said Enid cheerfully. “I have natural people skills and a love of performing, so it’s kind of the obvi choice.”

            “What’d you get, Wednesday?” asked (Y/N).

            “Uriah’s Heap, whatever that is,” said Wednesday.

            “Oh, it’s an old antique store. I think the only reason Weems didn’t send me there was that it would add too much to the perception of me as some omen of death,” said (Y/N). “I think she’s trying to make me more appealing to the public.”

            “Well, you are nice,” said Enid.

            “Thanks, Enid, but normies get freaked out by me,” said (Y/N).

            “Yeah, you do radiate the aura of a ghost or something,” admitted Enid. “Casper the Friendly Ghost, but all the same. I’m just hoping Ajax and I get the same assignment!”

            “I think he got Uriah’s Heap,” said (Y/N).

            Enid frowned. “Really? That sucks.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “I mean, you could find someone to trade with.”

            Wednesday immediately held up her assignment card. “I’m assigned to Uriah’s Heap.”

            “But that place is kind of creepy…” said Enid, her determination wavering.

            “Yeah, but you and Ajax would have plenty of time to hangout. Maybe you could even get that date you’ve been hoping for,” said (Y/N).

            Enid hesitated a moment longer. “I have been hoping for Ajax to properly ask me out.” She held out her card. “Wednesday, I’ll switch with you.”

            Wednesday passed her assignment over for Enid’s. The bubbly girl squealed and ran off to talk to Ajax.

            “There we go. Now we’re both at Pilgrim World,” said (Y/N).

            “Manipulating your friend? Impressive,” said Wednesday.

            (Y/N) shrugged. “Enid’s dying for a date with Ajax, and the boy needs some hints.” They smiled.

            Weems appeared behind them and cleared her throat. “Wednesday, (Y/N).”

            “Hello, Principal,” said (Y/N) politely.

            “Wednesday, don’t worry about your cello. I’ll have it brought to the town square this afternoon,” said Weems.

            Wednesday narrowed her eyes. “My cello?”

            “I caught your rooftop serenade the other night. Impressive,” said Weems. “I volunteered you to accompany the Jericho High School Marching Band at the ceremony. I’m sure it won’t be too challenging to play an uplifting Fleetwood Mac melody.”

            “As long as you promise me to hang me as a witch afterwards,” said Wednesday.

            Weems smile became slightly more strained at the statement.

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            “Welcome, welcome, Nevermore Academy,” said Mayor Walker grandiosely. “Now, on behalf of the entire Jericho community, we are so, so pleased to have you all here today. Your generosity and hard work are truly…outreachous!” He laughed at his own joke before clearing her throat.

            “Okay, everyone. We’ll see you back here at one o’clock for lunch. Enjoy!” said Weems.

            The students began to spread out and head to their respective jobs. (Y/N) turned to Wednesday.

            “Alright, let’s get over there so we can get our jobs and costumes,” said (Y/N).

            “There are costumes?” asked Wednesday sharply.

            (Y/N) grinned at her slight horror. “Oh, yeah. There are costumes.”

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            “The last time I was involved with anything pilgrim-related, I burnt a camp down,” said Wednesday, eyeing the tacky workers overacting with tourists.

            “I have to hear the full story at some point,” said (Y/N).

            “Good morrow, my young Nevermore kin,” said a woman in full-pilgrim garb with a fake smile. “I am Miss Arlene. A real OC. Original colonist. Now prithee, put your cell phones on vibrate and make haste, for you are about to travel back in time to the year of our Lord 1625, to Jericho’s first pilgrim settlement.” Arlene turned and led them farther into Pilgrim World.

            Arlene gestured to a larger building. “Behold, the meeting house. Inside is a collection of artifacts related to Jericho’s most beloved and pious founder, Joseph Crackstone.”

            “Nothing like working for a theme park dedicated to a guy who wanted to kill our kind,” remarked (Y/N) to themself.

            “And beyond is our privy, America’s first gender-neutral restroom,” said Arlene.

            “Oh, well that makes it all better,” said (Y/N).

            Wednesday glanced at them, lightly amused by their blunt humor. She stepped forward and faced Arlene. “I haveth a query.”

            “Pray, be quick, child,” said Arlene sharply.

            “In the meeting house, which of Joseph Crackstone’s artifacts are on display?” asked Wednesday. She and (Y/N) needed to figure out where they could find good information on Crackstone.

            “It is truly a treasure trove, including original farm tools, tableware, even the Crackstone family chamber pot,” said Arlene.

            “Sounds fascinating. (Y/N) and I volunteer to work in there,” said Wednesday.

            “Pray, no. That exhibit is being renovated,” said Arlene. “Today, thou will all be working at the beating heart of Pilgrim World!” She led them into the “heart” of Pilgrim World and gestured to a building. “Ye Olde Fudgery!”

            “More like ‘Ye Olde Diabetes in a Box,’ ” remarked Wednesday. (Y/N) snorted.

            Arlene picked up a tray of costumes. “Volunteers, prick up thine ears. Fudge is the lifeblood of our humble community. And samples equal sales, so grab a uniform and a box and make our forefathers proud.”

            Wednesday picked up a bonnet distastefully. “Are these for muzzling tourists?”

            Arlene fought not to glare at her.

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[faerunsbest]

Rolan community college Au thoughts

The grumpy wizard gets stuck with a lab/ group partner he assumes is just there for fencing or whatever sports one plays in medieval fantasy college AU setting. The person is smart and just on an athletic scholarship with practice right before the class causing the things that annoys him ex: almost being late, seeming bored in class, being disorganized, etc. He doesn't realize he's wrong until they have to pull an all nighter finishing an assignment

I have decided rolan friends name is Kim

This has Kim written all over it.

Kim is, in general pretty disinterested in things since his father is a well to do merchant. Which means everyone knows he's going t9 inherit that, so all the people who talk to him keep that in mind.

Except rolan.

Rolan DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK. Kim keeps this lackluster blaze attitude until rolan mentions little things and Kim is able to piece things together.

Everyone assume rolan is wealthy, Kim is able to Larsen together that he's not because he has so few items and takes an extreme amount of care of things. He gets to glance at rolans dorm and sees it quite minimalist and the find he has is perfectly ration to last to exactly the end of the month.

Not something a wealthy person does. Kim sees the work clothes and worn out boots.

Neatly set beside a stack if letters is a receipt for a payment to finance office. It occurs to Kim that while this doesn't matter to him, not in the least, this all matters very much to Rolan.

He's in the room for less than two minutes and is able to observe these things as Rolan just goes into set something down and pick up a few other books.

The two days before their work is due, Rolan comes to class with him to see his desk has been rifled through. All the work he's done has been stolen.

Kim wants to scream at all of them, sitting pretending they don't know what happened, that they didn't watch it happen. The teach hurries in from a back door with a cup of coffee, clueless.

Instead of saying something Rolan simply straightens his desk up and sits down, Kim looks at him then around the room spotting a few people trying not to laugh.

"You have to say something, it's due-"

Kim doesn't expect the unsettling calm as rolan raises a hand to hush him.

"I did it once I can do it again. It's fine."

"That took three weeks-"

"Don't worry."

Kim glowers, slouched in his seat, arms crossed over his chest as he watches the faces around the room while class starts.

It's ten at night when rolan hears a knock at his dorm room. He turns to open it, surprised to see Kim with a stack of parchment and things to eat for the night.

"Move, you're not re doing 3 weeks of work alone."

Rolan finds himself stunned when it's 4 am and Kim is still there pulling out excerpts from the text while Rolan draws out diagrams and charts.

At 7 am for the first time since school started, Kim arrives to class on time beside Rolan. The pair of them prepped and ready to present.

Rather excited to see them the teacher offers to let the present first, a few students laughing.

"Yea no worries we can wait!"

The laughing stops when it becomes apparent the intended obstacle didn't hinder them all all. Afterward they hand their work over to the teacher who calls forward someone else to present. Someone whose face is white and their knees are shaking as they go up. As son as they do, Rolan bumps Kim with his elbow and glancing at the teacher. He follows along and watches at the teacher gets madder and madder. Kim finds himself laughing out loud when the teacher marches across the room to snatch the work out of the presenters hands, yelling if plagiarism. This teachers yelled in front if everyone of how ashamed they should be while they vehemently denied. Finally teacher takes a page and holds it up a light.

"If you didnt steal this than why does it have Rolans name on it!"

Sure enough lightly watermarked into the page was rolans signature. Kim whipped around to look him and his smug little smile.

"You mad bastard! You knew!"

"Correct."

Two firsts in one day, Kim was on time and suddenly Rolan was laughing so hard his eyes watered.

[trainofcommand]

Well gosh, I haven't made a long Kavan Smith thirst appreciation post in a while, and wow, that is shameful, and I'm full of shame and contrition.

I'll just call this post 'Pics I haven't posted a whole bunch of times already, but maybe some of them I have, don't judge me, I've got favourites, okay?'

Let's start with this one - the whole smoulder-y look works for me, and so does the blue shirt/blue eyes situation, and it's a nice crop/composition and just...yeah.

Okay, next!! This one is also going with the whole blue clothes/blue eyes theme. Great angle, too. Also, um, looks a little stern. But I am deeply annoyed by the placement of the Getty Images watermark here. Why you gotta cover up lickable neck, Getty Images? Why are you doing us all wrong like that? Uncool.

Yeah, I've definitely posted this one before. Oh well, too bad. Just. I mean. Look. At the arms. And the hair. Also, face. Gosh!

Black shirt, black jacket. He looks simultaneously hot and kind of dorky here and I love it.

Suit. Shiny. Scruff. Scandalous(ly hot).

I have no idea what's going on here, but I'll take it because a) Arms, b) Also, shoulders, and c) Tight shirt.

Continuing on with white shirt theme here...I just. I mean. The forearms. The fit of that vest. Just. Oh dang. If only the tie and collar were loose. For like, airflow and stuff, naturally.

Okay, we've had blue shirts, green shirt, black shirts, white shirts...let's round it out with puffy vest-smirk-slightly-fluffy-hair pic. That smirk is making me think allllllllllllll kinds of things. Wholesome things, of course. Like, I don't know, apres-ski style or whatever. Yeah. That's it. Totally.

[clouds-of-wings]

Concerning the long-term implications of AI “art”, it may be that things will develop into the same direction in which they went in a different creative field that has already been transformed by AI, which is translation. Now, everyone who isn’t a complete idiot knows that you can’t feed your website or book to Google Translate and expect a great translation. You need human eyes to make sure the robot hasn’t confused turkey the bird and Turkey the country again, though admittedly newer translation systems are getting better at that. But what is pretty standard in translation today is a set-up in which an AI translates and a human proofreads. That’s much faster and it uses the strengths of AI (speed, price) and humans (accuracy, common sense).

It also fucking sucks for the human.

I used to work as a freelance translator. I cannot begin to describe how absolutely mind-numbingly boring it is to proofread machine translations. Everything that makes translation fun and a labour of love gets obliterated.

See, when I want to translate something, no matter whether it’s for money or for free (which I still love doing), I usually read some paragraphs first that are written in the style I’m going for and in the language I’m translating into. For pro jobs that was generally German because you generally translate into your native language(s) exclusively, but I was also sometimes hired to translate into English. It’s important to get into the right frame of mind, activate the right style of language in your brain. Once you delve into the text, it becomes a self-sustaining momentum since your own output constantly re-trains you to stay in the same style.

But that also means that when you proofread bad prose for hours, your style becomes consistently worse. You eventually start to think the same way as the text you have in front of you. If the style is inconsistent, if there are often words that... you know, aren’t completely wrong but have the wrong connotations, if the style is just not great, then your style won’t be great either. And you will know, but you can’t really change it, at least not without constantly “re-setting” yourself by taking a break and reading something written by a good human writer, which is time-intense and no one’s gonna pay you for that. It happened to me sometimes that I read the translation first and then didn’t understand the original anymore because the translation was such a word salad. When I have translated a difficult and complex text on a topic I understand well, I feel accomplished and energized. When I have proofread bad prose on the same topic, I feel exhausted and annoyed.

Proofreading machine translations is a slog. It’s not fun, it doesn’t produce especially good output - it does produce ok output quickly and cheaply, which is usually all that the customer wants, but at the cost of the translator’s misery. Unfortunately, I can see the same thing happen to professional illustrators. They might routinely get some AI output and be told to “fix it”, make the faces in the picture not look like potato salad, paint over watermarks (lol). Which will be cheap, and convenient, and make artists miserable the same way machine translation is making translators miserable. Because there’s no creativity involved, no sense of creation, you just clean up after the machine, knowing full well that the output is mediocre at best. The dominant system seems to transform every line of work into a sweatshop somehow...

[soulfulscriptor]

Wel this is sad

I think someone almost scammed me out of my money, by trying to get me to buy my own product, through an email that said I made a sale. I'm starting think I'm going to need to watermark all my products regardless if I put writing over them that would be super hard to photohop out and still make the products look good.

Scammers are super annoying. Why prey off innocent people trying to make an honest living? If you have such iniative to prey on innocents, you should be creative and smart enough to come up with your own business ideas and become rich quick.

I've spent the last 3 years dealing with scammers at 1 of my w2 jobs, and got scammed once. And since then these scammers never change their script. And now that I'm trying a new way to make some money for the family, they are preying on the fact I'm new?

I'm too distrustful of emails to begin with, and inputting card information randomly into something I don't think I need to, to get my revenue deserved, especially when it doesn't show up on my sales dashboard almost 48 hours later.

So I went to the community forums to ask to be safe and also inform others of this scam, if it truely is a scam.

It might be sad, I'm extremely distrustful of humans in general as it can be hard to read people, especially with the internet and the phone. But I'm doing my best as a distrustful person, to trust people to have the good in them not to do this stuff.

I know I'm distrustful trusting person. I'm a conudrum, but it's instinct and the benefit of the doubt that has helped me keep going in this world. And as a new business person, I really, really, really want to trust people, I just gotta be safe with 100% pure online sales with no face to face contact.

I wish scamming wasn't a thing, and I wish it wasn't nearly as profitable as these know to be true when they get a naive person to give them what they want.

I may have been naive once, but I swear the dude that got me at work 3y ago pretending to be from corporate was a silver tongue, as he had me under some sort of spell until he started to get pushy about me depositing company money into an ATM.

Anyways, super sad I may not have sold one of my pieces after all.

Link to the product I thought I sold, but probably almost bought from myself, with money sent to the scammer.

[ichchasharma-alevel-media]

SHOOT dAY 2 (PT 1)

I had made sure to finish off all the time consuming and tough scenes on day 1 itself. According to the time table we had scene 3A, 4A, 4B and 5 remaining today.

I had also sent a request to our coordinator Ms. Sonali that no one should clean up or touch classroom C5, since the mess has to stay as it is as scene 5 will be happening there itself

Everyone reached the set by 840 and we first started getting down the equipment. On this day we would also need the light

I immediately got to the first flashback- Younger Samaira sobbing with her parents arguing in the background. The hair and make-up was very important here as the production designer tied her hair up in a child like hairstyle and made sure there was a red tint on her face, indicating that she had been crying.

After explaining to Shloka what was going on in the scene, how her parents could not bother to figure out what was wrong with her and completly neglected her choosing to start an argument instead. She could start off with breathing heavily, go onto sniffing and then crying.

I told Shloka to take her time since it was a emotionally intense scene and it could take some time to get in character. We made sure that the orange lamp was close enough to light up her face and this was a slightly high angle shot since Samaira was in a position of extreme vulnerability.

We did not use the tripod and I told the cinematographer that he could balance the camera on his knee for some stability and a little bit of shaky movement was okay since she was having a breakdown and feeling a lot together. Thus her being overwhelmed would be portrayed well like this.

This was flashback 1 and we went onto flashback 2 wherein she was no older and going through a depressive episode. We gave her an oversized greyish sweater to wear which hinted at the gloom and messed her hair a bit.

I went onto explain this scene to Shloka. Here Samaira has given up on life and is unable to find purpose. She is supposed to look so drained and tired that it should invoke a sense of sympathy within the audience. As the director my vision for this scene was to show Samaira in the same position with the same expression as time keeps passing by. Thus she would not have moved, changed or gotten up- which is a symptom of depression. The editor and I had alredy decided we wanted a clock on hyper lapse as a watermark showing time going by but I also wanted to show the day-night day-night transition. This also involved thinking creatively and we made use of the light, diffuser paper and actual sunlight. The editor and production designer focused on moving the light, which in the morning was on Shloka and slowly moved away from her signifying afternoon and then night. They then again started moving it on Shloka signifying dawn and morning again. I synced their movement with m pulling down the blinds and then pulling them up again. We finally got this shot the way we wanted it.

With this we ended scene 4B. I wanted to give Shloka a break so we went to the cabin for Jay and Karan's scene (Harshil and Kshitij) We would be shooting scene 3A and 4A here.

We start with scene 3A where Harshil and Kshitij were already told to come in formals and we set up the table with files, computers and books. I explained to them both their dialogues. While Harshil is annoyed at Samaira for interfering while he is busy and he is supposed to act like this is not the first time. I showed him how he looks at her texts in annoyance puts down his phone and rants to his colleague. When writing this character as a director I was aware that the audience wont be really fond of his character due to the lack of empathy he shows however from his perspective he has always had to prioritize Samaira over himself and that is slowly getting to him. I explained to Kshitij how his character, Karan, while he is close to Jay he does not know much about Samaira or his personal life- since Jay usually does not talk about the past and trauma to others. This was my point of view when writing these characters and I explained to Kshitij how Karan was an understanding and compassionate guy and thus gives Jay advice to check in on his sister. After acting out the scene for both of them, I told the cinematographer that it will be an OTS from both sides.

[alexturntable]

Leeds Festival - 28 August 2022

[kaiserkeller]

the turtles, photographed by dezo hoffmann in london, june 1967

[onlymingyus]

Unexpected

header edited by me (@chogiwapadada) do not remove the watermark and do not repost

pairing; choi seungcheol (s.coups) x afab reader x xu minghao (the8)

genre; smut (minors dni), slight angst, threesome

warnings; threesome, protected sex, unprotected anal sex, fingering, oral (m & f), rimming, anal fingering for prep, breast play, hand job, dirty talk, deep throat, some impact play, some mutual pining, pet names, cheol called daddy

word count; 4.4k and some change

request; no - not directly but there was talk in tags and then i couldn't let it go

a/n; ok so. alot happened here. it took a turn.

first part

“You want me to do what?” Minghao stares at Seungcheol for a long moment before laughing and shaking his head as he starts to walk away from his friend throwing a hand up. “You know when something feels like a trap? This feels like a trap.” Seungcheol sucks on his teeth and follows Minghao with an annoyed sigh before leaning against the wall as the man tries to walk past him. 

“Seungcheol, seriously?” Minghao gives the older man a confused look and furrows his brows as he watches Seungcheol smirk. “Yeah seriously. Do I look like I’m joking?” Minghao shakes his head no and sighs looking around before meeting his friend’s eyes again. “And she wants this? She wants me?” 

Seungcheol gestures his hands out and sighs. “You heard her the other night. That happened for a reason, Minghao. I offered her other names. She didn’t want any of the other names. She wanted yours.” Minghao’s cheeks burn as he looks away and scratches at the back of his neck before nodding. “Yeah, okay.” 

Laying on your stomach on Seungcheol’s bed you scroll through your phone with your back to the door when you hear it open. A smile crossing your lips as you feel fingers run along your ankle up your calf making you laugh at how it tickles. “Stop that. I’m ticklish. You know that.” You aren’t prepared when you hear Minghao’s voice with a small chuckle, “I didn’t but I guess I’m going to learn a lot about you.” 

Your eyes widen as you gasp and turn over quickly to meet his eyes and see Seungcheol standing behind him with a shit eating grin on his face. “Cheol, what the fuck?” He laughs and moves around Minghao to you with a shrug. “I felt bad about what we did to Minghao. We left him in a little bit of a rough spot the other day, baby. So I thought…” Your eyes stay on Minghao’s even as his move to watch Seungchoel’s run along your arm as he sits beside of you. 

“Could let him have a little fun with us tonight. Only if you want to. What do you think?” You shiver to Seungcheol’s touch and Minghao’s gaze as he looks over your body before meeting your eyes with a smile. “You can say no Y/N. I won’t be too upset. Though hearing you scream my name like that…” You watch him take a breath letting it out slowly, almost shakily. “It isn’t something I could, or would want to forget any time soon.” 

Seungcheol smiles at you as you glance at him before you swallow and lick your lips as you subconsciously rub your thighs together. “Fuck…you really have some pull on her Hao. I bet she is already wet thinking about it. Watch her thighs…” Minghao’s eyes drop to your lap and you have to stop yourself as you shift, making him smirk slightly. “Is that true? Are you wet thinking about me? Sweetheart, don’t feel pressured to say you are or yes…I–” 

“Yes I am.” When you cut him off Minghao can’t help how his smirk grows. His eyes move from you to Seungcheol as he leans to kiss your shoulder. “Do you want to do this baby?” You nod and Seungcheol reaches up to your head towards him. “Use your words or no one gets to play. Understand me?” You sigh, biting your lip as you nod. “Yes I understand. I want this.” 

Seungcheol smirks and leans in to kiss your lips softly once before pressing his nose against yours. “Perfect. That’s my good girl. Let’s have some fun then. Fuck, all I could think about was how your pussy was clenching around me when I mentioned Minghao’s name. Did I tell you that Hao?” He glances over to his friend who watches from the end of the bed, his chest rising as he takes a deep breath realizing things are moving forward. 

“No, you didn’t.” Your cheeks burn with slight embarrassment as Seungcheol leans to kiss your cheek and coos at how warm they are. His hand moving over your stomach and down to your pajama shorts as he cups your pussy making a sound of appreciation as he practically purrs against your jaw. “So warm and inviting. Should we invite Minghao now?” 

You whimper out a yes and Seungcheol laughs, kissing your jaw before gesturing his head for his friend to get on to the bed. Timidly Minghao kneels on the bed before reaching for your leg running his hand along your skin. He smiles when he feels your skin prickle and goosebumps pop up at his attention. When he is close enough, Minghao bites at his lip and lets out a small laugh as he shakes his head. “Fuck I don’t know what I want first.” 

Seungcheol laughs and presses his fingers against your shorts pushing your panties between your folds making you whine softly before he takes his hand away. “Are you more of an ass man or a tits man?” Minghao smirks a bit and raises a brow as he looks at your chest and lets out a breath. “Tits.” Seungcheol moves to sit in behind you and runs his hands up your sides pulling your shirt up slowly. 

Minghao watches as inch by inch your flesh is exposed to him until finally the shirt is off your body and you are left in your bra. “So pretty.” Reaching out a slender finger, he traces over the cups of lace making you suck in a breath as he pays close attention to the area over your nipples. “Can I see what’s underneath?” You nod and whisper yes prompting Seungcheol to unclasp your bra and help you slide the straps down as Minghao tugs lightly at the section between your breasts pulling it away from your body. 

You watch as Minghao smirks to one side before tilting his head away from you as he tosses your bra away and then looks back at you and Seungcheol. He can’t help but to scoff as he meets his friend’s eyes who smirks at him before Seungcheol nips at your ear making you gasp and arch your body forward. “Oh my sweet baby is so sensitive Hao. Every little touch, kiss, lick…” at the word Seungcheol runs his tongue along your neck and you squirm against him pushing back against his lap making him grunt. 

“You wanted to see what was under that lace.” Seungcheol’s hands cup under your breasts before he lifts them slightly only to let them drop. “Don’t leave my beautiful girl waiting.” Minghao smiles and shakes his head before moving to crawl up the bed towards you. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I won’t make you wait anymore. Can I kiss you first?” 

Uncertain if the question is aimed more for you or Seungcheol you nod but look at your boyfriend who laughs and nuzzles his nose into your hair at your ear. “He’s yours tonight angel. You don’t have to ask for permission for this.” You smile and nod before you reach for Minghao pulling him towards you making him laugh softly as his lips meet yours. It’s so different from kissing Seungcheol. His lips are soft, his tongue brushes against your lips teasing you as he pulls away when you try to taste him. “Soon, don’t rush. Lean back on Seungcheol.” 

As you nod and let Seungcheol pull you back against him, his fingers run along the waistband of your shorts before dipping under them just staying there as Minghao sits comfortably on the bed. His leg comfortably tangles with yours and Seungcheol’s before he runs his fingers along the center of your breasts making you shiver. “I have always thought you were so beautiful but god…I never thought I’d tell you that.” 

You smile at Minghao's words before you lean your head back as his hand cups your breast and he leans down to run his tongue over your skin. He hums in appreciation before his lips wrap around your nipple and a moan falls from your lips. Seungcheol laughs softly against your ear before he kisses your neck right underneath and speaks. “Feels good?” You whine out a yes as you lift a hand to run it though Minghao’s soft hair making him groan against your skin as his teeth gently close around your nipple. 

“Mmm, that's a good baby. Let’s make it even better. Lift your hips for daddy.” You nod and lift your hips letting Seungcheol push your panties and shorts down to your thighs giving him better access to you. Minghao pulls back for a second and glances down with a groan before sliding to pull your shorts the rest of the way off so you can spread your legs. “Fuck…” 

Seungcheol smiles as he runs his fingers along the sides of your pussy before he slides his middle finger over your clit making you jump into a moan just as Minghao’s mouth latches onto your breast. He hums against your skin into a laugh before putting his hand on your side as he cups your breast with his other flicking your nipple with his thumb making you squirm. “Oh my god…please.” 

At your bed Seungcheol coos at you and slides his middle finger towards your dripping entrance letting it circle you teasingly before he slowly pushes into you. “So needy, so greedy. Hao, look how she sucked my finger in.” The man who had been causing your nipples to become almost swollen pulls away and glances down with a low groan before reaching down to run his own finger through some of your leaking wetness before bringing it to his mouth licking it off his finger with a muffled, “holy fuck…” 

You watch him sucking on your lip as Minghao smirks and runs his finger sides of Seungcheol’s once more before bringing it to your lips. “You taste like candy.” Opening your mouth you let him run his finger over your tongue before you suck around the digit letting him pull it from your mouth with a slight pop. Seungcheol laughs and slides his own finger out before leaning to reach over into his drawer taking out a condom and a small bottle of lube laying them on the bed. 

“Well, were ass Hao might be a tit man and as much as I love your tits baby, we both know I am very much an ass man.” With two small pats to your legs he signals for you to move with you sliding to the middle of the bed as Seungcheol moves from behind you. Minghao watches curiously before his friend looks at him and smirks. “Want to help me get her ready?” 

With a raised brow, Minghao nods before he watches Seungcheol remove his shirt. “Eventually I’m gonna take her pretty little ass and since I am a very generous man I’m gonna let you fuck her. Are you okay with that baby?” Seungcheol looks at you for permission and when you smile and tell him yes he smirks at you and winks. 

“So what I need from you Hao…” Seungcheol gestures to the bottle of lube before he starts to undo his jeans and slips out of them. “By the way, you can get naked anytime you want. It’s going to get awkward if you are the only clothed one in the room. Anyway I want you to eat her out and stretch her ass for me. Let me see your hands.” Minghao stares at Seungcheol with how brazen he is as he moves to take his hands looking at his fingers. 

“Slender, she will probably need three at least before my cock isn’t going to hurt her.” Dropping Minghao’s hand Seungcheol moves back towards the bed shedding his briefs as he climbs onto it with you making you laugh as he growls against your lips claiming them. Minghao watches for a moment before shaking his head and slowly stripping his clothes as he had been prompted to do. His eyes follow as Seungcheol moves to lay you down in the bed as he simply sits beside you running his fingers over your skin as your hand lazily runs over his thigh. 

When your hand wraps around his cock Seungcheol groans and leans his head back with a laugh before putting his hand over yours. “Slowly sweet girl. I’m not cummming until I’m inside of you.” You bite your lip and nod glancing at him until you feel hands sliding along your inner thighs drawing your attention back to Minghao as he lays between your legs. “Hey there.” 

You smile letting Seungcheol guide your hand slowly over his length as Minghao kisses each of your thighs working his way higher as you sigh happily reaching to run your free hand through his soft hair. “Minghao…” When you whisper his name, the man between your thighs freezes as he has to stop himself from almost losing it right there. He smiles and glances up at you, “Oh beautiful, that might be better than hearing you scream my name.” 

Minghao winks at you before he dives into your folds, suddenly making you arch your back pushing your hips towards him. Your hand tightens around Seungcheol who laughs and hisses out, “careful” before he starts to move your hand again. Your fingers in Minghao’s hair tugs tightly at his scalp making him groan hungrily as he works his mouth over your folds. His soft lips tug your folds before his tongue presses at your clit until he finally sucks your clit making you cry out his name over and over. 

“You made a good choice, baby. He’s practically eating you like he’s starving.” You whine into a moan before letting go of Minghao’s hair in place of brushing it back from his face so you can watch him as you roll your hips towards him feeling your orgasm approaching quickly from just his mouth. “Minghao, I’m gonna cum.” He smiles against your folds before you feel his tongue slide into you as his nose nudges against your clit.

Minghao’s fingers hold your thighs apart as he fucks you with his tongue only to pull back as you clench tightly and point your toes coming undone. He watches as your cum seeps from your tiny hole with a smirk before leaning down to dive his tongue back into you, getting as much of it as he can with a satisfied sound as he swallows it. 

“Delicious, you look so pretty when you cum Y/N.” You laugh at Minghao’s compliment even as he smiles and massages his thumbs into your thighs before he reaches for the bottle of lube and brings it closer. “You need to turn over baby, get your ass up for me.” You laugh at Minghao’s words before Seungcheol lets go of your hand and helps you move. 

Seungcheol moves a pillow to rest under your hips before he shifts to sit in front of you, making you laugh as his lap is right in front of your face. “Do you want me to suck your cock?” With a laugh he bites his lip and licks his lips. “I thought I might help you distract yourself. We’ve only done this a few times.” You laugh again as he taps your nose with his index finger before he glances at Minghao and studies the man. 

“Don’t go too fast Minghao, she’s only been stretched out like twice. Be good to my innocent girl.” With a scoff Minghao runs his hands over your ass as you move to your elbows to gain better access to Seungcheol making him groan as you wrap your hand around him then your mouth. “Remember, slowly baby. I’m not cumming like this.” You roll your eyes at how picky he is but nod before pulling back to give his slit a small kitten like lick. 

“Yes daddy.” Seungcheol scoffs at you and looks at Minghao, “Spank her, once. Just enough to make it red.” Minghao laughs and as his hand connects with your ass you gasp into a laugh before taking Seungcheol’s cock back into your mouth. “She gets sassier every damn time.” Minghao’s hands run over your now warm and red flesh before he spreads your cheeks and looks at your tight hole with a small groan. 

“Can I try something, before the lube and my fingers?” Seungcheol raises a brow to Minghao’s question but nods and glances at you as you nod, not pulling back from his cock as you hollow your cheeks making him grunt. Minghao smirks and moves to slightly lay back on the bed so he is more level with your ass before he leans in to kiss each of your cheeks. When you wiggle your hips at the slightly ticklish sensation he laughs before biting gently at the plumper flesh. 

“Hold still, you little wiggle worm.” You pull back from Seungcheol to speak but are rendered speechless when you feel Minghao’s tongue circle your ass as his thumbs hold your hold apart slightly. “Oh…oh my god.” Seungcheol smirks at your reaction, running his hand through your hair as he tilts his head watching Minghao’s mouth move over you. “You like it?” 

“Oh…oh fuck!” Seungcheol laughs when you don’t answer him when Minghao’s tongue presses slightly against the ring of muscles making your free hand clench Seungcheol’s thigh. You press back against Minghao’s mouth making him growl against you as his fingers dig into your flesh before he pulls back with a smirk. “I think she likes it.” Glancing between your thighs as he pulls them apart, Minghao’s smirk widens and he nods to see you dripping. “She really likes it.” You moan and take Seungcheol’s head back into your mouth suddenly making him groan loudly and grab your hair tugging hard. “Fuck, oh my god.” 

Minghao laughs as he coats his fingers with lube before running them over your already wet hole before he slowly starts to push one of his fingers into you giving you a moment before adding another. “Tell me if I’m going too fast.” You whine around Seungcheol’s cock sending vibrations through him as Minghao smirks as he scissors his fingers slightly working to stretch the muscles in your ass. 

Seungcheol leans his head back when you suck hard around his tip. He groans, sucking on his bottom lip as his hand tightens in your hair. “God you act like you want me to fuck you little throat. Is that what you want from me? Has bringing Minghao into the bed made you into a needy little whore? To think I called you my innocent baby not 5 minutes ago.” You moan around his length, saliva running to his balls making Seungcheol growl as he takes your hand from his cock and puts it on his other thigh before putting his other hand on your head. 

“You better get her ass ready Hao because…god…she is asking for it.” Minghao watches with a groan as his cock twitches leaking onto the bed as Seungcheol starts to thrust up into your mouth. “Fuck Cheol…”

Seungcheol smirks at his friend’s voice but keeps his attention on you making sure you are okay as his cock almost hits your throat with every thrust. Only when Minghao slides in a third finger and you gag around Seungcheol does he pull back and let you take a breath. His hand running along your face as he makes sure you are okay, but when you smirk at him Seungcheol grips your cheeks and kisses you hard. 

You whine as he puts his free hand on your shoulder and pushes you slowly back against Minghao’s fingers as he smirks on your lips as you gasp and moan. “Oh..I…” Seungcheol nods and pulls back from your lips to look at you and meet your eyes as he looks at you, noses touching. “Yeah baby? Tell me. Tell us.” You moan as you feel Minghao’s fingers shift in you and you start to close your eyes but Seungcheol tsks. “Now, tell me now.” 

“Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.” Minghao groans, his free hand that is on your ass grips your flesh hard as he looks to meet Seungcheol’s eyes as the other man smiles and nods. Minghao’s fingers slide from you slowly making you cry out at how empty you suddenly feel. Seungcheol grabs the condom and tosses it to Minghao who catches it and tears open the foil slipping it on and he watches his friend sit against the headboard before he pulls you towards him. 

“Come here baby. You are gonna take me first. Okay?” You whine a yes and once Seungcheol has added more lube to your ass and coated his cock he slowly helps you sit over him as you cry out to the almost painful stretch. Minghao watches having to grab his cock as he groans when you have finally settled completely over Seungcheol. “Are you okay, Y/N?” 

You lean your head back on your boyfriend’s shoulder and whine out a moan as you have to just adjust for a moment before you say yes as the stretch becomes pleasure. The way Seungcheol’s cock felt was much different than even three of Minghao’s fingers. It’s only when you reach out for Minghao does he move to a knee between yours and Seungcheol’s legs to run the head of his cock through your wet folds. You both shiver making Seungcheol groan before Minghao pushes into you making you gasp. 

He felt much different than Seungcheol. Where your boyfriend was thicker, Minghao’s cock was somewhat thinner but longer. You instantly felt him bump up against your g-spot making you let out a cry as you reached for anything to steady yourself. “Oh my god…so full.” Seuncheol’s hand laces with yours as the other finds Minghao’s forearm when you start a mantra for them to just move move move.

Nodding and groaning a yeah, Minghao holds on to your thigh as he starts to thrust into you. His cock already feeling like you are trying to walls are trying to clench the life from him with how tightly you are clench. Seungcheol tests a thrust upwards only to throw his head back to how tight you are.

“Fuck…Minghao…move her hips.” Minghao nods and moves his hands to your hips helping you move which starts a chain reaction. Seungcheol grips the sheets and your hand as he feels his stomach tighten, unsure how much longer he can hold on. You cry out feeling overwhelmed, the coil in you beginning to snap as you meet Minghao’s eyes. 

Minghao watches you as he sucks on his bottom lip trying not to be the first one that loses control even as he thrusts into you deeply, each time your body pulling him back in as if it were made from him though he knows you aren’t his. Seungcheol grunts he’s gonna cum and you whine that you are too and Minghao just groans. He had no idea how hot it could be to watch two people he cared so much about come undone in front of him. 

When Seungcheol cums into you he groans your name against your ear as his hand moves from the sheets to your breast where he holds you gently. His fingers kneading into your skin as he mutters for you to cum for him, to cum for Minghao. He tells you how good you’ve been and how beautiful you are. You whine and look into Minghao’s eyes as he gasps getting closer to his own climax as he whispers your name. 

“Minghao…” You whisper his name back to him and you watch his eyes close as he spills into the condom thrusting into you hard. Seungcheol’s fingers move down your stomach to your clit where he rubs over it almost at the perfect pace sending you right after Minghao as you cry out when you orgasm. Minghao groans loudly as you clench around him even tighter when you cum. His hands gripping your hips even harder as he pushes you down over Seungcheol who grunts. 

Once silence falls over the room, Minghao carefully slips from you to take care of his condom as Seungcheol helps you to move from him and onto the bed where you lay exhausted. He smiles, leaning to kiss you gently before glancing at Minghao who looks almost a bit lost now that everything is done but when you say his name he looks at you as he pulls on his boxers and smiles. “Minghao, thank you.” He laughs and scratches the back of his neck. “I should be thanking you…and Cheol.” You smile and sit up with Seungcheol’s help before reaching for Minghao, pulling him towards you for a kiss. 

He starts to pull away after a small peck but when you pout into a whine he laughs and lets you deepen the kiss as his heart almost tightens at the gesture. “I should…find a bathroom to get cleaned up in and let you all do the same. Get some rest, beautiful.” Minghao pulls away from you even as you try to hold on to his fingers making Seungcheol raise a brow until the doors are shut. 

“Did you like it that much?” You shrug and lay back down against Seungcheol who runs his fingers over your breasts in thought. “I like him. He’s so sweet and he was so good to me.” Seungcheol laughs, feeling a bit jealous. “I’m sweet, and I’m good to you.” You laugh and pull your boyfriend down to you kissing him fiercely making him groan on your lips. 

“I love you so much Cheol.” He nods and rubs his lips together as he hovers over you. “I love you too. I think I know what you mean. It was nice having him around. We might invite him back again, huh? Would you like that?” You nod but shrug, “Yeah but I don’t want to break his heart.” Seungcheol furrows his brows and watches as you play with his fingers on your stomach. “What do you mean?” 

“Choi Seungcheol…if I have to explain it then you need glasses.” You didn’t have to explain it, Seungcheol just wasn’t ready to admit that his friend was in love with you. “No I don’t need…I don’t want to talk about it right now. What we do need right now, is a shower and to change the sheets.” You whine not wanting to move and Seungcheol mimics you playfully as he slides from bed and you hear the sounds of his shower starting as you lay in thought thinking about what had just rocked your world. 

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[peachybun-bun]

Hush

the graphic above was edited by @chogiwapadada

do not remove the watermark and do not repost

pairing; kim mingyu x f reader x joshua hong

genre; smut (minors dni)

notes/warnings; threesome, dom dynamics, fingering, oral (f receiving), tension between boyfriends, joshua being irritating and mingyu getting annoyed

word count; 970 and some change

“You are so pretty…” 

You smile as Joshua’s fingers run along your neck to your collarbone. His other hand circling your breast as you take in deep breaths. Mingyu’s large hand holding your hip as his fingers thrust into you with such precision you think you are going to see stars. His thumb circles your clit making you moan his name drawing Joshua’s attention once again as he smiles against your cheek after pressing a kiss to your skin. 

You loved how tender Joshua could be with you as Mingyu’s eyes bore into yours while his fingers reached for your spot. You knew he wanted to make you cum as many times as possible before he would let you have either him or Joshua but as the three of you had made your way into bed it was clear that Joshua had other things on his mind. 

“Mmm so cute when you are moaning but you are just so quiet tonight.” 

You hear Mingyu suck in a breath as his fingers keep their pace when you lick your lips and shake your head glancing towards Joshua. “No, it feels so good. I can be louder if you want me to be.” Joshua smiles at you running his thumb along your bottom lip before taking your chin into his hand pulling your face towards him. 

“I want you to moan as loud as you feel like it…as good as it feels. Understand baby?” You furrow your brows and gasp against his lips as Mingyu’s thumb presses against your clit. His eyes watched you with Joshua intently, his shoulder’s tensing as your other partner subtly criticized his technique. 

You arch your back and Joshua bites at your bottom lip gently as his fingers gently pinch at your nipple before you break the kiss and lean your head back on the bed. His eyes linger over your body, moving from your face, over your torso, finally between your legs until he meets Mingyu’s eyes when he smirks. 

Joshua’s eyes move back to your face before he moves his hand from your breast to your hair moving it out of your eyes as he bites at his bottom lip hearing you whine. “My sweet angel. You almost seem bored, is Mingyu not entertaining you enough? Are his fingers not enough? Do you not feel full?” You start to speak, shaking your head to disagree with him with Mingyu’s fingers sliding from you and you both hear him growl low. 

“Slide the fuck down.” You glance at Mingyu meeting his dark eyes only for a moment as he pulls at your thighs bringing you down further on the mattress away from Joshua. Raising a brow as he is left at the headboard, hands now empty, Joshua scoffs only for Mingyu to point at him and growl again. 

“You constantly run your mouth. You obviously need something to do Joshua. Get down here.” Joshua follows Mingyu’s gesture towards the bed between your legs before he scoffs again, not moving. “That’s not how this works, Mingyu. I do what I want, when I want.” 

You chew on your lips feeling the tension between your lovers, wanting to do something but you don't dare when Mingyu moves from the bed towards Joshua making the smaller man gasp. You only manage to speak trying to calm them both down as you reach out taking Mingyu’s wrist causing him to look at you. “Baby…Mingyu it’s okay.”

Mingyu scoffs and lifts his arm before taking your hand from his wrist, turning it over before leaning down to place a gentle kiss to your palm. “I know it is, baby. Shua is just going to pull his weight and learn how to keep his mouth shut.” You swallow hard realizing how serious he was as he drops your hand and his eyes meet Joshua’s again. 

“So like I said, move, don’t keep me or her waiting. That isn’t very gentlemanly of you.” Joshua swallows a scoff before glancing at you before he moves off the bed and around Mingyu crawling between your legs thinking he was going to get to fuck you first only to hear a sound of disapproval from the other man. “I said you were running your mouth Shua. Use it.” 

Your eyes fall to the man between your legs as he bite at his keep himself calm becoming unusually quiet as his hands run along your thighs. Mingyu moves to sit beside you, a gentle large hand pushing your hair out of your eyes before he looks back down to Joshua and raises a brow. “Entertain her, fill her up with your tongue. Earn her moans. Aren’t those all the things you were commenting on before?”

“Asshole…” You barely hear Joshua’s voice as he moves to press a kiss to your knee before he begins to work his kisses up your leg before reaching your core. His thumb parting your folds as he glances up at you running his tongue between them over your clit. You moan softly, closing your eyes as Mingyu watches him work, critiquing him intently. “That’s not a very loud moan. I think you can do better. When I’m eating her out she likes it messy.” 

Joshua growls lightly against your warm folds before closing his eyes and holding your thigh with his free hand as his mouth works over you like a man with purpose. His teeth gently tugging at your folds before he moves to prod his tongue at your wet entrance while his hips rut into the bed. Mingyu smirks watching as Joshua finally makes you cry out loudly, your hand moving to grip his knee before sliding towards his thigh and his hard cock resting against it. 

“That’s a better use for your mouth Shua…and our baby is all ready to play.” 

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[quicksilverownsmysoul]

A New Beginning

Summary: You are a TVA agent trying to capture Loki after his escape. You find him sitting alone after watching his whole life end on the projector and instead of arresting him you comfort him

Word Count: 1329, it’s a short little oneshot

Warnings: Angst, fluff

You watched him standing in the middle of the empty room, watching as the end of the film message rolled before the screen shut off, leaving him a cover of darkness. He stood there for a moment before walking over to the side of the room and sitting down on the steps, head hanging as he stared at the blue cube in his hand. The man in the room was the newest variant the TVA had brought in.

He had somehow broken out of custody and was on the loose, all TVA members on lookout for him. You were an agent yourself, your hand ghosted over your intercom, you were told to alert Mobius when you found the variant but something stopped you. The man in front of you didn't look as dangerous as everyone was saying, he looked broken and lost.

You slowly opened the door and slipped in, trying not to startle the man in the room. But he heard your shoe squeak on the tiles and his head snapped up. He stared at you with narrowed eyes, tear streaks decorating his cheeks. You heart broke for him, you held up your hands showing you didn't have any weapons on you. He scoffed at your display and turned back to stare at the cube in his hands. He shifted the weight of it between his hands before tossing it in your direction. “You can have this back, it’s useless here.” 

You caught it, looking down at the object. What he said was true, this thing had no meaning to you and it looked to be nothing more than a glowing cube. But it was beautiful, you looked back at the man knowing the cube meant more to him than he was letting on. You tossed it back at him, he raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re right it is useless here. So it doesn't make any difference if you hold on to it for the time being.” You gave him a smile, slowly making your way closer to him.

He gave you a humorless chuckle, looking you up and down. “So you’re one of them.” You nodded at his statement. 

He watched silently as you sat down next to him on the steps, making sure to keep your distance. You tucked your knees close to your body and titled your head to look at him. “What’s your name?”

He sniffled, rubbing away the watermarks from his face. “What do you need my name for? Everyone here just calls me ``variant” whatever.” He said in an annoyed voice. ``I am nobody here.” 

“Well you’re somebody to me.” His eyes widened at your statement, taken aback by a stranger validating his existence. You gave him a soft smile, catching his gaze. “And I like to call my friends by their names.”

He broke your gaze, looking back down at his hands. “I am not your friend.” 

You just hummed in response. You could see him studying you out of the corner of your eye. He was trying to pick you apart and see what your motive was and why you had sat to talk instead of immediately turning him in. “I’m (y/n).” 

“Hm.” He acknowledged your name and paused before yielding and giving you his name. “I’m Loki.” 

“It’s nice to meet you Loki.”

“I wouldn't put it that way.” You laughed at his remark, earning a smile from him.

You looked back at the wall, watching as the projector kept flicking on and off, stuck between turning off completely and rolling the end of the film credit message. You hadn’t seen all of his film, only the tail end of it. You had felt your breath hitch when you had seen him dying, your eyes closing as you heard the sickening snap of his neck. You had thought that was going to be the end of his message and you had begun to reach for your intercom. But then another memory rolled, stopping you. A grieving man draped over his lifeless body, crying as he bid him goodbye. You had seen the tears that glimmered in Loki’s eyes, his hand ever slightly reaching out, as if wanting to comfort the man. To let him know he was still here.  

You turned your head to face him, his eyes looked tired and red from the unnamed tears he had shed. You turned back to look at the wall, breaking the silence between you two. “It’s hard isn’t it.” Loki lifted his head at hearing your voice. “Seeing it all from an outside view. Knowing that you’ll never get to experience it. A part of you is grateful that you never had to experience the pain but the other part of you longs for it. Knowing that if you had suffered the pain you would have gotten to experience the pleasure of your life as well. And it would have made it all worth it.” 

“You talk as if you known this pain before.” 

“I was a variant once. I had spent my whole life helping others and for once tried to help myself.” He watched your lips curl into a sad smile. “It seemed the TVA didn't like that, so I was apprehended and was going to be reset. But Mobius saw something in me, and he recruited me. I don’t know what it was he saw but I think I see a glimmer of it in you.”

“What could you possibly see in someone like me?” 

“I see someone who never really wanted the world to love him, he just wanted it to show others that he was worthy of it. That he deserved it, that he was equal to those around him, not less than.”

Loki’s fingers paused their fidgeting, tightening their grip on the cube.“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He remarked through gritted teeth. 

“Maybe, maybe not.” You agreed, standing up. “But I’d hate to see you get reset, knowing that you have the potential to be so much more.” 

He looked up at your standing figure, his eyes shining in the darkness. “I don’t think I know how to be any more than I am.” He stood up, taking long strides to create distance between you two. “It seems all I’m good for is hurting others.” He paused, his voice lowering. “And I don't enjoy hurting people.” 

“I know.” There was something in your tone that made him pause his movements,  his breath hitching at the sincerity of it.  

“How do you know?” He asked, slowly making his way back towards you.

“I can see it in your eyes.” You moved closer to him. “There is pain in them, someone who enjoys hurting others don't have that pain, that remorse that yours hold.”

You guys were standing about a foot from one another now, both of you unsure of the other’s next move. You reached your hand out for his. “Let me help you. You can be so much more, you can be who you always wanted to be.” 

He stared at your hand, his hand twitched at his side, itching to take yours and agree. He weighed his options, looking up at your kind features. The softness in them reminding him of his mother, the only other person to ever look at him that way. He thought of her and how he had failed her, the thought of doing it again to you would be the end of him. He took his hand in yours, his rough hand fitting perfectly in your soft ones. You smiled at his silent agreement and he returned it. Knowing that this was going to be the start of a new beginning for him. One where for once he might have a chance at getting everything he ever wanted, what he was worthy of all along.

[yopsocs-illus]

phone wips dump (feat. one time i drew @multi-lefaiye 's CUDAAS ocs and forgot to post the drawings b/c i got nervous) <3

these are from like mid-march until today

[IDs: The first picture is a simple, gray, digital sketch of a fat man in a tank top stirring food in a frying pan on a white background. The drawing is labelled in the upper left corner as "Madden".

The second picture is a similarly sketched fat woman in a tank top and shorts biting a hair tie off her wrist as she holds up a messy bun with her other hand. The drawing is labelled in the upper left corner as "Rea".

The third picture is sketch, similar to the first two pictures, of an uncertain looking fat ghost with long hair. They’re wearing a t-shirt and their legs are an incorporeal, squiggly mist. The upper left corner of the drawing is labelled "Rome".

The fourth picture is the first three pictures attached side-by-side with "Seeing Ghosts" handwritten in cursive overtop of the image in white and grey. There is a grey blur beneath the words, obscuring the sketchs behind it a bit. It is signed, "- Franklin -", in cursive.

The fifth picture is a pair of cleaned up sketches, coloured in grayscale. A bumpy line seperates the two sketches. The left sketch is coloured with a flat medium gray on a light gray background. It is a queen with her hair up in a braided crown in a revealing, off-the-shoulder dress and one arm crossed, the other poised arrogantly in the air, matching her smirking expression. The right sketch is coloured with multiple grays on a white background. It is another sketch of a queen (the same one), wearing a loosely tudor-inspired dress and her hair up in a braided crown. She is looking off to the side blankly. In both sketches, the queen in wearing a crown, large jewel earrings, and a matching large, jeweled necklace. The drawing is labelled "Giselle" in cursive and signed "Frank L.".

The sixth picture is a sketch of a girl with straight-edged hair on a white background surrounded by a pattern made up of spirals of varying sizes. There is a purple to light blue gradient on the spiral pattern from right to left. The sketch and pattern are unfinished.

The seventh picture is sketches of three of multi-lefaiye's CUDAAS ocs: Alekto, Narkissos, and Hekate. Each is labelled with their name (and a heart beside it). Each is sketched in light blue and lightly coloured. On the left (Alekto), there is a guardian with gradiented blue hair and teal cheek markings wearing a white blazer and teal button-up. Their hands are in fists, neatly rested against each other at the knuckles in front of them, and they look hopeful. In the middle (Narkissos), there is a guardian with tied back white hair wearing a white blazer with a teal button-up and blue tie. He was blood on her face and on her white wings; she looks angry. In the bottom right corner (Hekate), there is a wildling with bright red hair and wings wearing a black button-up with rolled up sleeves. They're smoking and look unimpressed.

The eighth picture is a digital drawing with cold, eery lighting. There is an elven boy in the centre of the drawing (and the light) with silvery-white hair, blue eyes, and three red scratched lines running down either cheek, symmetrically. He is wearing a white button-up underneath a blazer with shiny gray lapels and a star-like diamond pinstripe pattern. On the dark background, darker lettering reads: "Know that it makes none of the difference".

The ninth picture is a flat-coloured, lined drawing of a woman in a strawberry dress. She is lounging on three yellow pillows and looks annoyed; her long, wavy blonde hair is fanned out behind her. Her face is propped up on one arm, and she has strawberry earrings (among many other piercings) to match her dress. It is watermarked "yopsocs" faintly in the bottom right corner.

The tenth picture is a gray digital sketch of the ninth picture on a white background. It is watermarked "yopsocs" faintly in the bottom right corner. End IDs.]

[sweetjekyll]

Under The Same Roof, part 1 — BBH

pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

genre: Roommate / Flatmate AU, one-shot, friends to lovers rating: teen and up warnings: none! tiny bit of fluff if you squint your eyes really hard word count: 1.2k 

summary: Baekhyun and Y/N have been flatmates for a while and romance is in the air.

Requested by anonymous: keyword “roof” + sentence “Oh my God. You’re in love with her.” from this writing game post.

Masterlist — PART 2

A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble, but I told you I couldn’t contain myself once I reached the 600 words I went over lol. this may as well have a part 2 if many people request it, but for now I left it as it is cause I like the suspense. I edited the pic for this but I didn’t add a watermark, it took me a while to find something that sparked my imagination.

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You and Baekhyun have been flatmates for about a year now, he needed someone to help him pay rent after his previous flatmate moved in with his girlfriend last minute and you needed a roof over your head since you didn’t want to live in the dorms at your university… Too expensive. The apartment on the other hand wasn’t anything luxurious either, just a two bedroom, one bathroom and a combined kitchen and living space area, enough to house 2 people, even if it wasn’t exactly that cheap yet quite affordable.

Baekhyun was trying to save money from his full-time job as a barista and bartender in the local university cafe, serving coffee by day and alcohol bar by night, meanwhile you were a majoring student who was mostly focusing on her studies but worked part-time at the same cafe Baekhyun did. It had its perks choosing you as flatmate, Baekhyun already knew you were a good person and that you were in need of a place to stay, plus you got along well on the job too. It’s not like you could exactly sleep over at one of your friend’s places forever so when he offered to take you in you accepted without second thought.

But boy, oh boy, was Baekhyun ever the loud type; some days you thought you were going to march out of your room and smack him on the head cause you could not concentrate on your textbooks while he was playing games with his friends, others you actually joined him when you two were alone. As loud as he was, he was also a sweet introverted guy with a tendency to be a social butterfly despite his reserved nature, in fact, you were surprised to meet so many of his friends you could barely remember all of their names. Two hands weren’t enough to count them all.

You considered him a close friend, after all, you were living together under the same roof, Baekhyun was there for you when you needed a friend and you were there when he wasn’t feeling like going outside to meet with anyone else. He wasn’t sure when or how it happened, but at some point he started liking you more than just a friend. He liked everything about you, from the way you bickered about the smallest of things in the apartment such as not leaving dirty mugs in the sink after breakfast, the way your voice was barely above a whisper in the mornings with pouting lips and sleepy eyes, the way you smiled at him after a long tiring day of classes and work, the way you sometimes managed to keep up with his high energy, your friendly and caring personality… Only a few times has he truly seen you mad like a beast, but thankfully it was never directed at him.

Baekhyun was sitting crosslegged on the brown two-seater in the living room, playing some shooter multiplayer game on the PlayStation with some friends of his you’ve met before plenty of times, Chanyeol and Sehun. You let out a quick sigh as you hurried across the living area from your bedroom to the front door, dressed in your work attire, you scurried to put on your shoes. “Okay, I’ll be at the bar the whole night,” you said as you grabbed your coat, ready to walk out before you were late. “Have fun, don’t wait up for me.”

Baekhyun’s eyes quickly moved from the television screen as he paused the game, earning groans and scowls from his friends sitting on the rug with each their back pressed to the sofa. “I’ll come pick you up, just call me when you close down.”

You smiled at Baekhyun’s offer and pointed a finger at him playfully. “I swear if you fall asleep, Byun Baekhyun—“

“Promise I won’t.” He held out his right pinky finger for you and you moved closer to close your pinky around his, a small gesture of friendship you came up with when you once came home a bit tipsy from a night out with all your friends.

“Alright, good night. Bye Sehun, bye Chanyeol!” And just like that you closed the front door after yourself as you went to work.

Chanyeol exchanged a silent yet teasing look with Sehun but it didn’t last long as Baekhyun unpaused the game to resume from where they left. “Dude,” Chanyeol begun after a few minute of resuming the game, he wanted to make sure that you weren’t going to come back for something you forgot, “are you two like… Together?”

“What!?” Baekhyun exclaimed, but he got distracted from the question and barely safe one of his opponent taking down his character. “Me and Y/N? No, we’re just friends.”

Sehun put down his controller and turned his torse to look up at his older friend. “But you like her, right?”

Baekhyun had to pause the game again quite annoyed and this time looked at the two guys sitting on the floor. “We’re just friends.” He stressed on the last two words. He couldn’t really hide it, they could hear the disappointment in his tone even if he was trying to not give it away. “Nothing more.”

“Oh my god.” Chanyeol’s eyes widened, he too discarded the controller on the coffee table and turned his whole body to face Baekhyun from his spot. “You’re in love with her.”

“I’m not!” Baekhyun scoffed as he tried to resume the game but Sehun snatched the controller from his hands, holding it away while his friend protested with a whine. “Okay! Fine! I am head over heels for her.” He confessed as his body slumped against the backrest. “I just don’t want to ruin the friendship we have if I ask her out on a date.”

“You’ve been grocery shopping together, buying clothes and furniture, all of our friends think you’re together.” Sehun pointed out as he got up from the floor and sat on the two-seater next to Baekhyun. “You act like a couple any time you’re in the same room.”

“So why didn’t you guys say anything?” He asked seriously confused. Yes, you and him got along very well, but he didn’t think you were getting along too well in the eyes of your group of friends.

Chanyeol shrugged. “Cause we thought you wanted to keep it private until you felt like telling us.”

Sehun laughed softly, earning a glare from Baekhyun since he didn’t know what was going on in the head of the younger guy. “So that’s why you haven’t shown any PDA! I was almost beginning to admire your self restraint from kissing her or holding her hand when you’re in public.”

“Hey!” Baekhyun slapped him on his chest, earning a pained chuckled from Sehun. “Look, it’s just that I don’t know how to tell her…”

“Just ask her on a date,” Chanyeol said while giving one of Baekhyun’s knees a soft slap. “If you don’t I’ll ask her for you. Who knows, maybe she reciprocates your feelings?”

“That’s a strong maybe.” Baekhyun shook his head as he reached forward to grab his controller from the coffee table.

“I’m pretty sure she reciprocates.” Sehun added as he too turned his attention back on the game, meanwhile Chanyeol just smirked as his brain devised a plan. It would work out, Baekhyun and you just needed a little help from Cupid.

[themyofmy]

ok im never gonna do this if i don't do it now so..

here we go!

id like to introduce you to my lemon demon based ocs!

(this is part 1)

Amnesia Ribot

[id: a drawing of a feminine person with pale skin, long black hair, and grey-blue eyes. She is looking off screen to the right. She is holding her hands in front of her. She has a pleasant expression on her face. She is wearing a white grayish blue dress with black straps and flip-flops. The background is light blue, and has a darker blue watermark in the bottom left that says "TMOT". end id.]

While her "real" name is long forgotten by all, she has taken to the name Amnesia, and adopted her little brother's last name, Ribot. She's a bisexual trans woman and uses she/her pronouns. Her birthday is 12/18 (meaning her sign is Sagittarius), and she is 23. She's very kind, but not a push-over- she can very much get quite annoyed and stand her ground, something her brother, Marty, knows well. She is very social, and likes arranging events for her friends. Weirdly, while she herself has a fine memory, she almost has an aura of forgetfulness around her for others. With exception to her brother, people have a hard time remembering her. This seemingly gets worse when someone falls in love with her.

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Ben Keynes

[id: a drawing of a somewhat masculine person with light brown skin, shoulder length dark grey hair, and dark brown eyes. His bangs form a "w" shape. He is holding magician's wand in front of him and looking off-screen to the left (his right). He has a mischievous grin. He is wearing a baby blue dress shirt, black pants, and black boots. The boots and tights look like one piece. The background is dark blue, and there is a white watermark in the top right that says "TMOT". end id.]

Ben is a very ambitious person. He's an economist, but has dreams of becoming a magician. Due to his career, he's earned the nickname "Ben Bernanke" from others. He is an intersex demiboy, and bisexual. He uses he/him pronouns. His birthday is 12/13 (meaning he's sign is Ophiuchus), and he is 21. He very much enjoys magic, and practices almost everyday. He's quite mischievous, but generally seems to be good-natured. If you cross him, though, he can hold a grudge like no other. He's also quite friendly and charismatic. He's willing help almost anyone, though isn't the best at picking up other's tones or intention. While he's a nice guy, once he's mad, he's MAD. This has lead to more than a few incidents.

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C-Ad

[id: a drawing of an somewhat androgynous person standing on a balcony, gesturing over the rail. They are looking slightly off-screen to an unseen person to the right (their left). They are smiling, but look somewhat uncomfortable or sad. They have coffee coloured skin. Their hair is curly/fluffy and put up in a bun. The part that's up is red velvet colour and has parts dyed white, and the rest is red velvet colour with green at the ends. Their left eye (their right) is green and their right eye (their left) is red. They have sharp, yellowed teeth. They are wearing a red sweater with green at the top, bottom, and at the ends of the sleeves, black tights, and ugg boots. Behind them is aurora borealis, with fire at the bottom of the screen. They are saying "Is this the first time that you've ever seen Aurora Borealis crush mankind?" The font is handwritten, and is small caps. There is a small heart next to the text. There is a watermark in the top left that says "TMOM". The watermark is underlined. end id.]

C-Ad is, for lack of a better term, a total doormat. They're overly shy, and have a hard time connecting to others. They're a uranic trans boy and use he/they. His birthday is 12/25 (meaning his sign is Sagittarius), and he is around the age of 10-12. As his appearance may suggest, he is very fond of Christmas. In fact, it appears to be the only Holiday he celebrates. And he also... appears to celebrate it through the entire year? He is obsessed with cold weather, fir trees, LED string lights, and gingerbread cookies, and gives gifts whenever he can. He is known by others for his overwhelming kindness and generosity, but also for his constant apologizing. He is almost always incredibly apologetic, and it's usually for no reason. He always desperately wants to please others and prove himself to them, which can end up annoying them instead. Their best friend in the world is Mask, as they are the same age.

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Cindy Cowden

[id: a drawing of a feminine person holding a pair of black headphones up to their ear. They have a uncomfortable expression. There is magenta music notes of various shades coming from the headphones. They have large breasts. They have olive skin with a golden undertone, light desaturated magenta hair which fades to white in a gradient, and magenta eyes. Their hair is put up in a large bun, and the rest of their hair is messy. They have bangs. They are wearing a light magenta tank top, a bright magenta skirt with a black band, black tights, and bright magenta shoes. The background goes from bright magenta to white, from top left to bottom right. There is a white watermark that says "TMOT" in the top left. end id.]

If C-Ad is a doormat, Cindy is practically a sidewalk. They have about one friend in real life, and at most three online. They're a trans lesbian, and use she/they pronouns. Her birthday is 7/24 (making her a Cancer), and she is 19 years old. She spends almost all of her time couped up in her room, producing music. Unfortunately, no one has ever heard any of it, besides her. She "releases" her music under the name "Indie Cindy and The Lo-Fi Lullabies", though she is the only one in this "band" of hers. She usually only leaves her house to buy broken, second-hand instruments, and occasionally hang-out with her best (and only) friend, Marty. She always makes the outings as short as possible, however. She usually only talks to others through online platforms, and avoids seeing or even hearing other people.

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Dakota Oswald

[id: a drawing of a masculine person holding a red telephone receiver to their ear. They have a panicked expression on their face. They have pale skin, dusty brown, scraggly hair, and green eyes. They have square ears. They are wearing a a long sleeve white shirt with a black coat over it, baggy grey pants, and black shoes. The background is red with an odd pattern on it. There is a white watermark in the top right corner that says "TMOT". end id.]

Dakota has been described by people as quite a few things: a weirdo, a conspiracy theorist, a nutjob... while he vehemently denies all of these claims, there's pretty much no other way to describe him. Dakota is a gay man, and uses he/him. His birthday is 5/1 (making him an Aries), and he is 22. He is constantly distrusting of others. He lives with his best friend, Harold; though, he refers to their relationship more as "closest confidantes" more than friends. Dakota is a firm believer in conspiracy theories, though mostly just ones about mothmen and bigfeet and aliens. He obsessively infodumps all his "knowledge" on anyone who'll listen. He's intensely paranoid, and usually is convinced any news on the radio is a result of the government trying to stop him.