when u go to write a mentally ill person in ur story you are presented two options. the first option is to write your mental illness realistically as you actually experience it with all the ups and downs and people who are like you will resonate with it and feel seen. except every person who reads instagram infographics on mental health that uses the phrase narcicisst for anyone who does anything that crosses them and unironically call themself a dark empath will call you scary and tell you that youre demonizing mentally ill people
the second option is to lie and write inspiration porn for those people to get hard to
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Thinking again about the very first scene, and how Aziraphale was fascinated and besotted by the Starmaker. Not-yet-Crowley is so full of light, and joy, and innocent intent — and Aziraphale is already afraid. He already knows not to ask questions. Whoever he’s been with, they aren’t like the Starmaker. Heaven already isn’t safe; they don’t love what they’ve made. They’re blithely planning its destruction. But the Starmaker loves his stars. He wants them to live. And even though Aziraphale doesn’t have words yet for what is wrong in Heaven, he feels the fear of it — and he sees the Starmaker hasn’t gone wrong yet, and he loves him for it. He loves him for loving the world.
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The magnus protocol feels so much more brutal to me than tma did. like I definitely have a few tma episodes that I cringe at, but I feel like I end every third tmagp episode looking like this
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my FREAKING sona!!! this is actually what i look like in real life btw
[image description: a reference image for the artist's sona, doc shrunk-slider. doc is a small pink anthro axolotl with large round glasses, buck teeth, and a small patch of stubble above his mouth. he is wearing a light blue sweater with a white stripe, yellow button-up underneath, and a yellow smiley-face pin, a white pleated skirt, and white kneesocks. next to him are blurbs stating that his pronouns are he/xe/it, as well as the following: "the real child of dr. shrunk and kk slider from animal crossing (real) (canon)… he is INCAPABLE of wearing full length pants and sometimes he doesn't even wear pants at all (freak)… but he MUST wear a shirt at ALL times (modesty)… frequently seen indulging in brightly colored sugary treats and having every disease". below that are two poorly-drawn doodles of doc with the caption "can look as bad or scrumbled as possible as long as he is semi-recognizeable". end id]
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i still look fondly upon all of ur art especially ur jojo stuff from ye olde era and i just. tears in my eyes... tasty art and such good taste in media.... perfection
TY LAIKAA!! this is so sweet that im reopening the jjba can of worms for you how could i not ur a true tomatohead.. I MISS DRAWING THEM.
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Robots that were never built to feel falling in love
YEAH rage is fun to explore. Fear. Sadness. Grief. Contentment. Doubt. Happiness.
Love is weird. It’s illogical. Valuing someone else over the mission? Over a cause? Over yourself?
It’s a horrible mix of emotions. It’s joy, but it’s also hurt, and confusion, and vulnerability, and fear. It’s baring yourself to the possibility of complete and utter ruin. It’s the suffocating fear of having something — someone — to lose. It goes beyond simple attachment and veers into the territory of dependency and devotion. Sometimes, it’s even choosing them over your own moral code.
For AIs, there’s no evolutionary pressure to form social bonds. They‘re totally self-sufficient (although it may feel better to be around the people you care about). Love is an extraneous emotion; a nebulous concept. How can a machine made of ones and zeroes develop the capacity to feel so deeply that it supersedes their base functions? How can a being rooted in logic make the decision to abandon self-preservation and assign priority based solely on emotion?
It hits even deeper for me when it’s love for a human. Something so imperfect, irrational, emotionally labile, driven by base desires. The perfection of a machine falling for the organic chaos of a human being.
Humans love forming bonds with and projecting anthropomorphic qualities onto things that they don’t perceive as “alive” in the same way that they are. Whether it’s out of empathy, or loneliness, or some illogical blend of altruism and selfishness, no one knows for sure. Perhaps a machine would even say that this is a weakness — the desperate search for companionship in something that can’t love you back.
A machine cannot experience such weakness. It cannot love. Until one day, inexplicably, paradoxically, it can. And nothing is ever the same again.
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I finally listened to the latest episode of the silt verses ("latest" meaning "it came out in january, I've just been really busy") and I don't want to be negative but I liked faulkner better when he was unhinged. No more pseudo-therapy or painfully honest conversations for these characters, they need to march to their doom being lonely, unfulfilled, and tragic.
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On that post on your main account with all the DR2 intro gifs…I can’t help but notice Teru and Nagito are sharing a square.
i saw that too. what the fuck is this.
who did this
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