#sometime the algorithm really knows what you need

[godofthestupid]

I have now watched Nimona

the movie is so freaking good it actually almost made me cry at the end

[switch]

was sent this screenshot and i'veb een laughing about it since last night. ambient moriarty.

[frostheria]

Not the like to reblog ratio being so frustrating that I'm considering doing free YCHs in exchange for reblogs.....

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[toilunderthemoon]

if i start to read a post but notice that it has like 10k + notes, im always at least slightly more skeptical about how funny/true/logically sound it is

[were--ralph]

why exactly do you dislike generative art so much? i know its been misused by some folks, but like, why blame a tool because it gets used by shitty people? Why not just... blame the people who are shitty? I mean this in genuinely good faith, you seem like a pretty nice guy normally, but i guess it just makes me confused how... severe? your reactions are sometimes to it. There's a lot of nuance to conversation about it, and by folks a lot smarter than I (I suggest checking out the Are We Art Yet or "AWAY" group! They've got a lot on their page about the ethical use of Image generation software by individuals, and it really helped explain some things I was confused about). I know on my end, it made me think about why I personally was so reactive about Who was allowed to make art and How/Why. Again, all this in good faith, and I'm not asking you to like, Explain yourself or anything- If you just read this and decide to delete it instead of answering, all good! I just hope maybe you'll look into *why* some people advocate for generative software as strongly as they do, and listen to what they have to say about things -🦜

if Ai genuinely generated its own content I wouldn't have as much of a problem with it, however what Ai currently does is scrape other people's art, collect it, and then build something based off of others stolen works without crediting them. It's like. stealing other peoples art, mashing it together, then saying "this is mine i can not only profit of it but i can use it to cut costs in other industries.

this is more evident by people not "making" art but instead using prompts. Its like going to McDonalds and saying "Burger. Big, Juicy, etc, etc" then instead of a worker making the burger it uses an algorithm to build a burger based off of several restaurant's recepies.

example

the left is AI art, the right is one of the artists (Lindong) who it pulled the art style from. it's literally mass producing someone's artstyle by taking their art then using an algorithm to rebuild it in any context. this is even more apparent when you see ai art also tries to recreate artists watermarks and generally blends them together making it unintelligible.

Aside from that theres a lot of other ethical problems with it including generating pretty awful content, including but not limited to cp. It also uses a lot of processing power and apparently water? I haven't caught up on the newer developements i've been depressed about it tbh

Then aside from those, studios are leaning towards Ai generation to replace having to pay people. I've seen professional voice actors complain on twitter that they haven't gotten as much work since ai voice generation started, artists are being cut down and replaced by ai art then having the remaining artists fix any errors in the ai art.

Even beyond those things are the potential for misinformation. Here's an experiment: Which of these two are ai generated?

ready?

These two are both entirely ai generated. I have no idea if they're real people, but in a few months you could ai generate a Biden sex scandal, you could generate politics in whatever situation you want, you can generate popular streamers nude, whatever. and worse yet is ai generated video is already being developed and it doesn't look bad.

I posted on this already but as of right now it only needs one clear frame of a body and it can generate motion. yeah there are issues but it's been like two years since ai development started being taken seriously and we've gotten to this point already. within another two years it'll be close to perfected. There was even tests done with tiktokers and it works. it just fucking works.

There is genuinely not one upside to ai art. at all. it's theft, it's harming peoples lives, its harming the environment, its cutting jobs back and hurting the economy, it's invading peoples privacy, its making pedophilia accessible, and more. it's a plague and there's no vaccine for it. And all because people don't want to take a year to learn anatomy.

[bernardsbendystraws]

a brutally honest post from me to you.

to preface, I know this is a corner of social media where we fangirl and write fanfiction. i'm aware that these issues are not as severe as irl problems, but just because it's not that serious doesn't mean that a stress/frustration/sadness just goes away.

so yeah, i do know that these aren't the biggest issues that people are gonna face in life, but it's some i wanna talk about. if you don't wanna hear it, scroll. this is a judgement free space and i'll block anyone who disturbs that.

[ posts not doing well hurts. ]

when you're brand new, it kinda sucks. getting traction is hard. people like familiar names with familiar writing styles and layouts. they know what they're getting into.

its not because you're writing sucks, it's because you're different. maybe you have some weak points, but everyone has those at some point. so no, it's not you or your skills, it's because you're new and people like gravitate towards familiar things.

when you're not new, it can really suck. now you know you can get the readers, but sometimes that's almost worse. you'll feel like there's more pressure, that you'll never be able to top xyz. and it really hurts, especially if you make something that you're so proud of and it doesn't get as much traction as you hoped it would.

its not because it's bad. there's so many factors. sometimes it's because one of the triplets posted, maybe just an active period on tumblr where the algorithm is really in your favor, or maybe it was because the readers were sharing your work behind the scenes because they loved it so much.

it varies and it sucks. there's pressure to 'do better' but then you feel kinda stuck. you can't always do better, but you can always do your best.

either way, it's not truly your fault. there's so many factors that contribute to how well a post performs. your efforts are still something you should be proud of regardless.

[ friends ]

this is something i've really struggled with. it's really difficult. social ques are not my strong suit, I take things as they are presented to me. every friendship is different and not all of them are created equal.

some people want to be friends for interaction as a transaction. some people want to be your friend to make it seem like they have a place on sturniolo tumblr publicly. some people want to be friends to be your friend. there's a difference.

doesn't matter who you are, how many followers, or how many fics you have. not all intentions are genuine, even if they aren't necessarily bad.

[ drama ]

i've been in drama and i've also watched it. i've tried hard to avoid it but sometimes it is necessary to call out. when i was a smaller blog there were a lot of big blogs people loved that were straight up mean.

i can say confidently that i've never been mean to someone right off the bat for no other reason than thinking i was better than them. that has and will never happen because i know exactly what it feels like.

talk to a person in private first. i don't care what it is. ask them questions and have them give you direct answers. if it is something deeply concerning like a predator, that is an instance where it is important to speak up since it directly effects people on here.

it broke my heart when the juno / bri situation happened and i had dozens of minors dming me saying something happened but they were too scared to speak up.

i really hope that never happens again, but if it does, people need to feel safe enough to go to an adult on here. i'm happy i was that person for a lot of people because i needed a person like that when i was a kid.

put mdni on all you want, but please don't isolate minors when they are wanting to feel included. that's puts them at an even more vulnerable position and people know that. draw boundaries but keep all of this in mind.

i can and always will admit when i'm wrong even if i'm still hurt by the other person. apologizing isn't something that says 'oh this person is wrong, that person is right,' it's something that is required for basic human decency and respect. if i hurt someone, i want them to at least have the closure of having an apology.

i can't take back the actions or words, but i can validate their feelings and that's really important since we're all human and have feelings.

agree to disagree if you need to at the end of the day, but leave people alone. exposing people for things that aren't necessary is never gonna make you feel better.

interacting and creating genuine friendships will you give a lot more peace and joy then hate and conflict ever will.

point is, treat others how you want to be treated. we're all humans with feelings and coming here for an escape to fangirl and write. do things to make the community better. do things to make yourself happy and proud in the long term.

i appretiate anyone who has stayed to read this, truly. i don't know how much of a difference it will make but i don't care. i said what i said and i meant it. if this helps one person, that already makes it worth it in my eyes.

i love being apart of this community and i hope we can build it to something we're all proud of and wanting to be apart of at the end of the day.

with love and big tits, rose 🫶🏻

[thebibliosphere]

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm one of those people who priates books. But only because I've bought so many books that disappointed me! I need to flip through a bit of it before buying.

Sometimes, if the author has kofi or patreon or something, I like to just give them the full price of the book. That way they get it all. But I also know that this isn't the perfect answer because it messes with stats and actual readership and therefore advertising and the platform they are selling on promoting it....

It's complicated. Maybe I should buy the book normally and tip the author what the publishers/printers/distributors take? But that can get really pricey fast. Ugh.

Books are often a luxury when you have no money. I’m very familiar with that. I've saved up for several months sometimes because I wanted a $5.99 ebook and didn't want to steal from the author. That’s just what being poor is. Wanting something doesn't entitle me to it.

That said, most books these days have a reading sample on purchasing sites so you can see if you like the style. Most sites also offer refunds, at least on digital books, before you reach a certain point. (please be sparing with refunds if you can. The refund is taken from the author/publisher, not Amazon. Same with audible. My audible funds are often close to zero or negative because people just return and reuse their monthly credit.)

You can also check and see if the books are available at your library, and if not, request them. Honestly, library sales are so, so, so good for authors. Libraries pay higher lending license rates to authors, and also, depending on the country, every time someone checks out my book via Libby or the local equivalent, I get a little tiny amount of money (we’re talking literal pennies, but it can add up), and it increases the library’s likelihood of re-purchasing the library lending license the following year.

You can alsp sign up to be an ARC (advanced reader copy) reader through places like NetGalley or by checking if the author offers ARCs as well. In a world of algorithms, books live and die by reviews. Some of us are quite happy to give out ARCs for new and upcoming titles.

Failing that and you have absolutely no other option... Yeah. Ko-fi or whatever is an option. Even if I wish they didn't do it because it fucks my sales metrics, I still appreciate when I get a little ding on ko-fi for the exact amount of the book. It's always telling. I even sometimes get little anon messages going “sorry for pirating your book it was really good.”

Like thank you. Please buy the next one properly, lol.

[mercurialmalcontent]

This is a followup to my reblog of the post suggesting starting small with exercise -- I know getting out to walk isn't always possible for a variety of reasons, so I want to recommend my favorite exercise channel, Improved Health. (She also has a channel for seated exercises for people who need to sit while working out.)

I love these videos because they come in a wide variety of lengths and intensities, they're all low-impact, and have a large variety of exercises that don't neglect arm movements, which has really helped with the tension I tend to carry in my back and shoulders. I also love that the majority of them are also no talking. I can concentrate on moving instead of having to pay attention to a constant stream of chatter. All of the most recent (within the past year or so) videos have picture-in-a-picture previews of the next exercise so you know what's coming up and how to do it.

I know the video titles might be offputting -- there's a lot of 'for weight loss' in there and 'secrets of longevity' and other sensationalist nonsense, but it's all for gaming the algorithm. I have yet to encounter any of that in the videos themselves, even with the motivational quote text (which is pretty cheesy sometimes, but reminders that exercise is not a punishment for what you eat are always good to see).

So yeah, I thought I should pass this channel on since it was a huge help for me last winter and the northern hemisphere is getting to that time again. I wish I'd run into it a lot sooner since a lot of the exercise channels on YouTube just kind of suck (like Leslie Sansone's endless pointless chatter and deadly dull movesets), and the more fun ones tend to be too fast or moderate-to-high impact, which would injure me -- but I can't NOT exercise, so I've suffered through a lot of mind-numbing condescending chipper bullshit packed full of catchphases.

Hope this helps someone out there. ❤

[sightseertrespasser]

"I have a whole other tangent I could elaborate on about Tacnet specifically" Staring at you with big HUGE eyes. I would love to hear the tangent

Alrighty then.

First things first, what is Tacnet?

Sometimes also referred to as a Battle computer, Tacnet is short for Tactical Network and its ostensibly the worlds most demented excel spreadsheet.

In more literal terms, Tacnet is a type of supercomputer.

Supercomputers are incredibly useful pieces of technology. Able to run simulations, predictive algorithms and utilizing real world statistics to essentially speculate the past, present or future. The bottleneck for a regular old supercomputer is that someone has to sit down and manually input all the information necessary for those calculations.

You want to know what kind of gun made that specific bullet hole?

Well first the supercomputer needs the ballistics data off as many kinds of guns as possible, then it needs data on the material that was shot, and it also needs as much information as possible on the bullet hole in question.

You skip out on any of that input and the odds of the supercomputer being correct gets progressively lower.

Problem is, the supercomputer can’t actually think, and therefore can’t estimate how accurate its own calculations are. A computer works in total binary. If it only has the ballistic data for three kinds of guns, it doesn’t matter how much the bullet hole doesn’t match the data sets its been provided, the supercomputer will select whichever of the three matches the hole the most closely.

A computer, no matter how advanced, is incapable of knowing when it doesn’t know something.

But people on the other hand. . .

We turn now to an ambitious young R&D developer many millennia ago.

Once upon a time, this member of Research and Development was on the team responsible for designing new Cold Constructed mechs for Sentinel Prime. And they had a GREAT idea.

“I’ve got it!” They say, unaware of the ominous music rising in the background.

“The great powers of the supercomputer cannot be realized within its current limitations! Its greatest flaws are that it must be stationary, it must be manually fed information and all calculations it does generate must be reviewed by a thinking mech!”

Their coworkers groan. It’s too early in the morning for this shit.

“Therefore!” The mech says, quickly sketching out a box full of smaller boxes that is supposed to be a computer and the miserable approximation of a mech.

“We simply remove the separation, and make the mech itself the data intake for the supercomputer!”

Lightning crashes in the distance, someone tiredly gets the fire extinguisher. Again.

It’s not a hard sales pitch for a totalitarian government to go “Yeah we want super-cops. Here’s the money, make it happen.”

And in a tale as old as capitalism, an untested feature was rolled out with catastrophic consequences.

If you’ve read my tangent on how Crashes work, then you already know about logic cascades.

Tacnet is a supercomputer. A tool. Like any tool, it’s only as good as the person using it, and someone who really doesn’t know what they’re doing is liable to hurts themselves.

So what can Tacnet really do in the hands (or processor) of a master?

Some psychic-type level nonsense. Anyone who’s gotten the hang of their Tacnet, in their own fields of expertise, are able to know exactly what will happen before anyone else.

Let’s compare Smokescreen, Bluestreak and then Prowls Tacnets and how they’re used.

Every Tacnet starts the same, but can be developed and trained to excel at different things.

Smokescreen - Place Your Bets

Smokescreen has trained his to work best for gambling. “Training” can be anything from downloading tables of statistical analysis to personally observing the phenomenon and making notes.

Let’s look at rolling dice. If you rolled a six sided die, any number is equally likely to be rolled. Or 16.67 % odds for each.

So if 3 dice are rolled, then every total value outcome from 3 to 18 must be equal odds as well, right?

Nope! If three six sided dice are rolled, there is a 12.5 % (or 25% if you combine them) chance it’ll be a 10 or 11. And that’s out of sixteen possible outcomes.

So if you know the difference but your opposition doesn’t, then suddenly you have a huge advantage while betting. And this is just the most simplified example I can think of.

If you’ve got the time, statistics are absolutely wild and there’s a mathematical equation for pretty much anything.

All Smokescreen has to do to get good at a game is learn the rules and then plug in the numbers. You know how card counting will get you banned from most casinos? Well Smokescreens worked that out too. Talking to other players (collecting preexisting data points) he can find the average of how much he can win in a night before people get too pissy.

Another thing Smokescreen has going for him (especially over Prowl) is that Smokescreen is much better at reading people. He doesn’t just have statics on the games, but the players.

Mapping out the connections between individuals and taking personal motivations into account, Smokescreen at his peak can not only predict who the winners will be, but he can also predict who will loose on purpose, who will bet the most, who will cheat and who will seek to take their winnings by force.

Experience, experience, experience is the golden ticket.

Also, it’s Smokescreen himself who has to craft the profiles of his victims gambling buddies. Once fleshed out, Tacnet can do wonders mid game, giving Smokescreen room to focus on his social schemes instead.

Luckily, after the burning of Praxus, most people don’t really know what a Tacnet is truly capable of. So Smokescreen looses just often enough to keep folks from realizing that he always knows how every game will play out before they even start.

Bluestreak - Shoot Your Shot

Going in the opposite direction of utility, Bluestreaks Tacnet is all about kinetic calculations.

This fucker is doing the type of math that’s more letters than numbers. Constantly.

Air resistance, velocity, acceleration, gravity, weight, density, temperature, vector, displacement and time.

There’s equations that call for each and every one of those factors, usually in combination.

Your average sniper, even a good one, is usually considering wind speeds, the pull of gravity and the distance from the target when lining up a shot. Bluestreak is taking in all that and then working out the influences of about 15 more factors on top of that. Even before he’s picking where exactly on the target he’s going to hit. Since remember, if he’s got data on not just his own weapons but his enemies defenses, then it really becomes as simple as “would you like them disabled or dead?”

Aim is no longer a question of ability, but an equation to be solved.

Still, physical capabilities does play a part since a steady hand goes a long way towards realizing those calculations.

Tacnet may crunch the numbers, but Bluestreak is the one who has to find all the details relevant to the shot and pick which ones to feed to the machine.

Additionally, Bluestreaks Tacnet in particular has the experimental feature of massively increasing the amount of sensory data he can take in per second, effectively causing him to perceive things in slow motion. This is less something Tacnet is doing, and more a case of Bluestreaks own processor utilizing the bandwidth normally taken up by Tacnet.

Tacnet itself takes a substantial amount of power to run. Normally, it causes problems by siphoning too much power from other systems to do its job (see logic cascade crashes). But Bluestreak has the funny little quirk of somehow doing that in reverse. So when his sense of time dilation becomes maxed out, Tacnet isn’t running the formulas to help him shoot anymore, it’s just Bluestreaks own skills at that point.

Outside of that rare circumstance, Bluestreak is effectively playing with aimbot in real life.

Prowl - Know Your Fate

So we’ve established that Tacnet is powered by mathematical formulas and data collection.

What would happen if someone just, kept going? Kept feeding it? Building up more and more infrastructure for Tacnet to grow around until it has a point of reference for almost anything?

You get an oracle.

Prowl puts the Tactical back into Tacnet. He’s essentially the Jack of all Trades and Master of several of those subjects actually.

Sure, Smokescreen has him beat for behavioral analysis, and Bluestreak is leagues beyond what Prowl can calculate for trajectories. But no one has doubled down on what Tacnet can really do like Prowl has.

You know that (not actually true) statistic about how humans only use 25% of their brains? That’s your average Tacnet user.

Prowl just happens to be insane.

He is constantly taking in new data. He is constantly taking notes, making observations, stripping it down to the raw numbers involved and packing it away into monumental resource centers for Tacnet to refer to.

You ever see someone who’s really good with excel sheets and then see them do some shit you didn’t know excel sheets could even do?

It’s kinda like that.

If you’ve ever read the classic Sherlock Holmes stories, a lot of what makes Sherlock so effective is having such a detailed knowledge of the world around him.

Let’s go back to the bullet hole analysis.

Prowl could look at the bullet hole and tell you after two minutes: “It was this specific Cargo vessel at this time with an illegal weapon.”

From the outside, this looks like a baseless guess. But to Prowl it looks like this:

a) The gun must be a new imported weapon as nothing he currently has on file matches the marking its made in that kind of material.

b) The shooter not only missed their shot, but was shooting downward at an excessive angle. Indicating this was a very large mech firing downward at a much smaller target, likely a mini bot.

c) The shooter can be exactly tracked by looking at the local registry for recent out bound flights, specifically ones with no cargo.

Why? Because the shooter is most likely a transport shuttle. Easy access to imported goods, very large but not a war frame (hence the missed shot) and having failed to kill their victim, would flee town immediately without waiting to take on cargo.

Of those two minutes it took, he spent 1:30 waiting for the flight records to load so he could look up the name of the shuttle.

Scale those skills up to a war room, and Prowl not only knows why an enemy troop is retreating, but where they’re retreating to, what losses they must have taken and whether or not it’ll be worth it to finish the job.

Prowl isn’t smart because he has a Tacnet. Tacnet is OP because Prowl is that smart.

When I write his perspective, Prowl often has an accuracy percentage attached to his calculations. Tacnet isn’t the thing making those estimates. Prowl is the one judging how accurate Tacnets suggestions are.

Dudes just a freak.

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In summary, Tacnet is like if you had every kind of calculator in your pocket and the only limit was how many equations you’ve added on and the amount of information you can feed it.

That last bit is the biggest challenge for Tacnet, as conflicting or flawed data can cause. . . Issues. Aka Logic Cascades. Aka “Why can’t I make it make sense.” Disease.

Let’s just say there’s a reason not many people know what Tacnet is capable of, as a lot of early Praxian Enforcers could be taken out by confusing emotions, plot holes, and particularly well executed magic tricks.

Doesn’t exactly inspire confidence when your new shiny police force can be hospitalized by watching Back to the Future 2.

Being one of the first Cold Constructs built with a Tacnet, Smokescreen figured out how to mostly get around that glitch early on and taught Prowl and Bluestreak how to do the same. In this particular setting, Tacnet is poorly understood and best kept mostly secret for those reasons.

(Bizarrely, between Tacnet and the radar uses of doorwings, Prowl and his brothers would actually be really good at predicting the weather.)

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Bonus bit: Good fucking lord it would absolutely terrifying if you could somehow combine Smokescreen, Prowl and Bluestreaks skills into like a Tacnet hivemind or something.

Though with wing speak, to an outsider that’s probably what it already looks like.

———

The three brothers look at the same bullet hole, silently communicating in a way the local non-Praxian officer couldn’t pick up on.

“Oh yeah, looks like Rotor didn’t like Brick cutting into his half of the dirty money. Slippery little guy but you can find both their hideouts here and here.” Smokescreen, the eldest, pulls up a map for reference.

Prowl is already out the door, Bluestreak is lining up a shot through the window.

“What is he. . ?” The other officer looks from Bluestreak. Then to Prowl, trailing off, “Where is the other one. . ?”

“Oh Prowls off to arrest the shooter.”

“But he’s a grounder, can’t Rotor fly?”

A shot rings out.

“Not anymore!”

[milatiny-xx]

fan service special | p.sh

pairing: park seonghwa x gn!reader summary: you tried to convince yourself that you're not really that jealous of atiny. you know seonghwa is loyal to you and fan service is part of his job, but this time you need to hear it from him. tags: jealous reader, just fluff with kisses and cuddles, a minor fade to black (implied mostly) <3 wc: 2.1k a/n: if park seonghwa doesn't have the most perfect mouth on god's green earth idk who does. why is he literally soooo pretty x

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Seonghwa has been out of town for a little over a month. He's away for ATEEZ's North American leg of the In Your Fantasy tour. Of course, you're beyond happy for him and the other members that they're so successful.

But you miss your Hwa terribly.

Video calling helps but, with travel and protocol, he's not always available for it. Talking over the phone is better than nothing, but it's just not the same. You need to see him.

To fill the Seonghwa-shaped void in your life, you've taken the pathetic step of scrolling social media to watch fan edits of him. Once you start, you sometimes find it a little hard to stop. You watch them all—or as many as you can find in the two hour stretch of free time you have before bed.

You're embarrassed by the fact that your algorithm is completely flooded with thirst traps of your own boyfriend. You're even more embarrassed to admit that you enjoy the demon line videos best. It's nice to have clips from his concerts across the globe. Since you aren't able to be at all of them, you love still being able to see bits and pieces through fan edits.

At the same time, it's like a curse, watching the way Atiny see Seonghwa. It makes you jealous. As much as you enjoy the videos themselves, you don't like reading the thirst comments—people you've never met imagining what your boyfriend's tongue is capable of, fantasizing what he's like in the sheets...

It can be difficult to swallow.

You can usually get over the comments but sometimes you find yourself deleting drafts of angry comments you considered posting. Of course you would never, ever want to do anything to jeopardize Seonghwa's relationship with Atiny or ATEEZ as a whole.

After all, you're technically Atiny, too. And you can't say that you blame them. You completely understand how feral they feel about Hwa. You get it better than anyone and, sometimes, you just wish you could remind them of that.

But when you see that comment...you aren't sure what to do with yourself. On a concert video of Hwa doing the Wake Up drop, a fan left a comment saying: "if this man ever gets a partner, they better watch their back bc i'll ruin that relationship rn".

You've seen similar comments before. But something about the way the comment is written and the aggressiveness of the replies underneath...it just rubs you the wrong way.

Your stomach churns, a sick feeling swirling around in your gut. You're so upset, you can't even bring yourself to type and delete a mean reply. You think about it for the rest of the night. You sleep terribly and feel even worse in the morning.

The only thing that finally gets you out of bed is the fact that Hwa is scheduled to come home today in time for dinner. You're planning to take him out to his favorite restaurant as a welcome home surprise.

To distract yourself during the day, you clean and organize the entire house. You want it to be nice for Hwa when he gets back. It helps. But only for the few hours that it takes you to do it.

When finished, you have nothing else to do but wait anxiously for your boyfriend's return. That leaves you with hours and hours to stew over that stupid comment. You waste another hour on a shower, standing under the boiling hot water and trying to get over it. But even after scrubbing yourself clean, your skin is crawling.

Exhausted, you slip into one of Hwa's sweatshirts and lie down on the couch. Curling up with one of your plushies, you squeeze your eyes shut and inhale his scent. At least Atiny could never know this—what it feels like to cuddle into his clothes like this.

The next thing you know, someone is gently rocking your body. Your eyes stick together like glue as you blink yourself awake. Drowsy and confused, you peer around the room. It's dark. Groaning, you reach up to massage your sore neck.

Your gaze lazily shifts to the side where it locks with Seonghwa's.

"Hwa!" you exclaim, throwing your arms around his neck.

He gasps quietly as you lunge forward. His arms wind around your waist, catching you as you start to slip off the couch. Seonghwa chuckles, the sound warm and inviting. You melt onto his knee. Breathing him in like an addict, you clutch him way too tightly for either of you to be comfortable.

"Hi, darling," he says, his sweet voice melodic and gentle. "I missed you."

"I missed you so much, Hwa," you mumble into his shoulder. "You have no idea how much."

His palm is warm on your back as he massages your spine. You release a deep sigh. He rests his cheek against your head. You stay wrapped in each others arms for a few more moments before he moves to pull away, but you grasp onto him even tighter.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

You can't respond right away, embarrassed about still being upset over that comment.

"Y/N?" he continues, voice somehow firm and soft at the same time, "Are you alright? Is something wrong?"

"I just...just missed you so much."

"I know, jagi. But I'm back now. Ah, you said you had a surprise for me when we were on the phone last night. I'm excited to see what it is."

"Oh!" you gasp, pulling away. "I forgot! Oh, what time is it?"

"Nine o'clock. Why? Did we miss something?"

"Oh no!" you whine and drop your face into your hands. How long was I asleep for?"

"Uhh...I'm not sure. You were out cold when i got home, and I didn't want to disturb you, so I just decided to let you keep sleeping. Was that…wrong?"

"No, no of course not," you say sweetly, reaching out to cup his face. "That was so sweet of you. It's just that I made dinner reservations for us at your favorite restaurant. I wanted it to be a welcome home surprise, but the reservations were for six. we missed it."

"Oh, my darling, I'm sorry. I should have woken you up when I got back, but you looked so tired."

"No. It's not your fault, Hwa. It's mine. I can't believe I fell asleep. I should have been able to stay awake until you got back. But I was so exhausted from..."

"From what? Did something happen?"

It's devastating—the way he looks at you. It's like you're a baby chick who needs caring for, like you're the most precious thing in the world. His eyes are soft, gentle, caring. Atiny dubbing Seonghwa the mother of ATEEZ makes all the sense in the world. You can say for certain that they're spot-on. That look always manages to make your heart flutter.

"It's nothing. Really," you say quietly.

"If it's upsetting you, then it's something. Please tell me, jagi."

"I saw a comment on a video of you and it really bothered me. But, please, don't worry about it. I'm overreacting, and I know it."

"A comment? Where? What did it say?"

You don't respond, glancing up at him. His eyebrows are furrowed, his concern clear in his expression.

"What did it say?" he asks, more firmly this time.

You repeat the comment, word for word from memory, and gulp. Seonghwa doesn't respond. His expression melts, that soft mothering stare morphing into deep wrinkles on either side of his mouth. He releases a deep sigh. He closes his eyes and drops his head.

"I know it's silly to be bothered over something so trivial as that," you explain. "I mean, I see comments like that all the time. Usually on thirst traps, so I try not to take them seriously. This one just really made me feel awful. I know I shouldn't be jealous of Atiny. I'm basically one of them since I'm your biggest fan on the planet. But...I just feel jealous. I don't like the thought of so many people knowing you like I do. I want to be special to you. I want there to be things that Atiny doesn't understand like I do."

He raises his head, eyes softening again as he holds your gaze.

"What sorts of things?"

"Like…well like…" your eyes flick down to is lips. You impulsively reach forward, pressing your fingertip against his lips. "Like how these feel. And that look that you always give when you're comforting me, and how your arms feel around me at night, and all the little sounds you make only to me. I know fan service is part of your job, but sometimes i worry that you do it too well."

Seonghwa smiles, his palm sliding onto your cheek. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes. Your heart is pounding with nerves. You aren't sure why.

You feel his nose brush against yours first. Your lips part in anticipation, a reflex triggered by all the times your man has kissed you so sweetly.

No feeling in the world could compare to the sensation of Seonghwa's mouth on yours. His plump lips are the perfect size. They fit around yours like a glove, slipping in between your top and bottom. His kisses are deep and wet and soft, with the perfect amount of pressure.

Hwa's arm snakes around your waist, holding your body against his. You wrap your legs around his hips. Your fingers interlock behind his neck. His head turns to the side to deepen the kiss.

You accept his mouth greedily, hungrily like a starving person, as he kisses you slowly. Each time his lips separate from yours, he pauses a moment. And each time, your breath hitches as you wait for him to come back to you. When he kisses you again, it feels like lightning ricocheting through your body. You lose track of how long your mouths move together, mind clouding with desire.

When he finally pulls away, you can barely rip your eyes open to peer at him.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I can't imagine how hard this is for you. I'm not always thinking about the impact on you when I act like that onstage. But I should."

"No, not at all. I don't want you to act differently or change yourself. What you're doing is incredible and beautiful, and it works. I wouldn't change a single thing about you, Hwa. I mean, look at you. You're perfect."

You smile, cupping his cheeks with your hands. Your fingers brush his long black hair behind his ears. A shiver runs through your spine at the silkiness of his locks. He grins sweetly. He reaches up, wrapping his hands around your wrists. His thumbs draw rhythmic circles on the backside of your hands.

"I love you, jagi. Everything about you. I don't deserve you," he says quietly. He angles his head to the side, pressing his warm lips to your palm. "You're perfect to me. I love Atiny, but they could never, ever replace you. No one could. Even if you are jealous."

You giggle but then flatten your lips to glare at him. His head lolls to the side. He narrows his eyes as his beautiful mouth quirks up into the slightest of smirks.

"So...you watch thirst traps of me?" he asks.

You press your lips into a tight line, feeling heat spread across your cheeks.

"Well, sometimes!" you answer defensively. "With you...slutting it up out there, it's hard to avoid them."

"Slutting it up?" he repeats, raising his eyebrows.

You hum in agreement, raising your chin teasingly. You giggle and thread your fingers into the roots of his hair. He grins. He tips forward, pressing his lips to yours. You sigh happily, drinking him in. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours. He nudges the tip of your nose with his.

"You are my number one, my darling," he whispers. "You always will be. I promise."

"I love you, Seonghwa."

"I love you too, Y/N." You smile, brushing your fingers over his mouth. "Now, how about I treat my sweet bunny to a...special fan service. One that only you get to experience."

"Oh? Like what?" you purr.

Seonghwa catches his lip between his teeth as he gently tips forward, pressing your back against the couch. His eyes darken, dropping down to fake in your body.

"I have a few ideas. Some things I've been missing and other things I've been thinking about while I was away."

"Hmmm, I think I'd like that."

"Good," he responds, his voice husky. "We have a lot of time to make up for. Buckle up, jagi. I missed you a lot."

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[n1ceguyen]

2AM Mistakes (Huh Yunjin x M!Reader)

Chapter 1:

Toronto always felt heavier at night. Not loud, not suffocating—just thick with a kind of stillness that settled into the bones. Streetlights casting long shadows over cracked sidewalks. The hum of streetcars in the distance, fading into nothing.

Y/N sat at their desk, leaning back in a chair that creaked just enough to remind them it wasn’t built for this much sitting. Headphones half-on, the soft loop of a half-finished track playing on repeat. The room was small—desk squeezed between a sagging bookshelf and a window streaked with condensation—but it was enough.

It was always enough at this hour.

The track was rough. Guitar chords layered under a slow, muffled beat. It had this worn-out quality to it, like it wasn’t trying too hard to be anything except there. The kind of sound that made you feel like you were walking home from somewhere you didn’t want to leave yet.

Y/N stared at the screen. The waveform glowed faintly against the dark background. It wasn’t done. Probably wouldn’t ever be done. But that didn’t stop them.

The title hovered in the corner of the screen.

“2AM Mistakes”

It wasn’t deep. Just felt right. The song had that feeling—the kind that only came out when it was too late to undo anything you’d already said or thought. When the world was too quiet, and the thoughts got too loud.

With a sigh, Y/N exported the track and uploaded it to SoundCloud. No tags. No cover art. No promo. Just tossed into the void like the last few had been.

They leaned back, let the song play one more time through their cheap headphones. The coffee in the mug nearby had gone cold, but they took a sip anyway. It tasted burnt.

The clock read 2:14 AM.

Of course it did.

Y/N closed their laptop and stared out the window. The city outside didn’t look like much. A flickering streetlight, a faint red glow from the convenience store across the street. But there was something comforting about the way it never fully stopped.

Their phone buzzed on the desk.

Probably spam.

They almost ignored it.

But curiosity won.

[SoundCloud Notification: New like on “2AM Mistakes” by hj_426]

Y/N frowned a little. That was fast.

They clicked into the notification. The profile was bare. hj_426. No real bio. One follower. A blurry profile picture—just a soft outline of someone’s face, half in shadow. Real, maybe. Or just trying not to be seen.

But there was a comment.

“this feels like walking home when you’re too tired to care about the cold. i liked it.”

Y/N stared at the words for a long moment. It wasn’t just a “nice track” or a flame emoji. It felt… real.

Their fingers hovered over the reply box.

Why not.

Y/N: thanks for listening. walking home cold is exactly the vibe haha.

They sent it before they could talk themselves out of it. Tossed their phone onto the bed, stood up, stretched. The chair groaned like it was grateful to be left alone.

But before Y/N could even step away, the phone buzzed again.

hj_426: u nailed it. found it by accident while walking tonight. sometimes the algorithm knows what i need better than i do lol. u make music often?

Y/N smiled a little.

There was something about the way she typed—casual, like it wasn’t a big deal.

Y/N: started a couple months ago. been messing around with it at night mostly. still figuring out where i’m going with it tbh.

hj_426: nah it’s got a vibe. feels honest. not too polished, just… real. i sing a little too. nothing crazy.

Honest.

The word sat in Y/N’s chest a little heavier than they expected. Most people talked about production or mixing. No one called it honest.

Y/N: appreciate that. honestly just trying to make something that feels like how the city sounds at night, u know?

hj_426: i get that. toronto at night hits different. quiet but too alive to really sleep.

Y/N: exactly.

There was a pause.

The kind of pause that didn’t feel like the end, just space to breathe.

hj_426: u got insta? i wanna send u a rough melody idea. kinda dumb but i can’t get it outta my head.

Y/N hesitated.

It wasn’t weird, exactly. Just… surprising. Most online convos never made it past a couple replies. But this felt easy. Natural.

They dropped their handle.

Seconds later, the DM popped in.

A voice memo.

Y/N hit play.

It was rough—just a soft, humming melody, like she’d recorded it under her breath walking down a quiet street. A little rushed. A little off-key in places. But there was something in the way it moved—rising, falling, catching on a note like it almost didn’t want to let go.

It clung to the back of Y/N’s mind even after the recording ended.

They played it again.

And again.

Y/N: yo this is rlly good. not dumb at all. mind if i mess around with it? build something under it?

The reply came quick.

hj_426: pls do. u bring the calm, i’ll bring the sad. perfect combo.

Y/N: dangerous combo. might have to start a band.

hj_426: lol only if we call it 2AM Mistakes.

Y/N laughed out loud.

It felt too perfect.

Y/N: deal. one album. no interviews. break up dramatically.

hj_426: no explanations. no apologies. indie legends.

The clock slipped past 3AM without either of them noticing.

The city outside stayed quiet, but the space between them felt like it was filling with something.

Still no names.

Still no faces.

Just music.

And the feeling that maybe, for once, Y/N wasn’t just making songs for no one.

End of Chapter 1.

[hrrtshape]

　　　　　　　　　　　3 nights in the in-between

hi. i shifted to my waiting room and obviously everything was devastatingly adorable. so here’s the lowdown before my soul bursts out of my collarbones from trying to contain the serotonin . .

　　shift length : 3 days but like… biblical. i was alba on day one. alba on day two. and then alba again on day three. except in this essay alba is a state of metaphysical blondeness and not a roman martyr. i was soft-lit. i was god’s favourite jpeg. i woke up like i’d been cured of every disease i didn’t know i had. i woke up honey-glazed and airbrushed. i woke up as if lana del rey herself had kissed my eyelids and whispered, "no thoughts, just frosted roses."　

　　place : the cinderella manor and no like. this is not an architectural joke. this place is disneycore™. not tasteful-italian-villa pinterest-core. it’s birds and rococo staircases that creak when you giggle too loud. it’s baroque-but-make-it-fairytale. like if sofia coppola directed a sleepover. you blink and suddenly your reality is being scored by harp strings and pink icing.　

　　　　　　　okay so ,

there’s a private cinema hidden behind a copy of the divine comedy. push it like a girlboss opening a portal to hell and BAM!! letterboxd-core viewing experience unlocked. i watched actual movies (auteur realness) AND got to view curated top-ten-most-deranged moments with coryo. it was like a highlight reel of my delusions. i was giggling like an orphan seeing snow for the first time.

kitchen stocked with marie-antoinette-adjacent snacks. like petit fours. sugar-dusted things that don’t exist in the waking world. i had a raspberry macaron. it knew too much. it was watching me.

lucifer was there btw. the lucifer. devil of hell. morning star. slay incarnate. jk the cat. he’s a literal infernal entity but he cuddles like a plushie possessed by the spirit of a golden retriever. we watched a noir movie together and he fell asleep on my shoulder. duality of cat etc etc.

my wardrobe was pinterest-core to the point of hallucination. like it was curated by an algorithm that knows my blood type. little bows. embroidered stuff. silk things. pretty dresses. i dressed like i was haunting an opera house.

my bedside table knew me biblically. it had whatever i needed before i even wanted it. a book. a journal. rosé. a phone. a lip balm.

i also had a telescope. like. capital-T telescope. i could see the stars. constellations were making a groupchat just for me. i saw venus doing a twirl.

back garden = eternal picnic. gingham blankets. dewy grass. someone always playing the cello in the distance. i ate strawberries and i was being filmed in soft focus. not really, at least i hope not.

also… scripted tiktok edits of my dr selves. narcissism... yes. therapeutic.... also yes. i was literally watching someone edit ME in final cut pro to hozier songs. i saw my fame dr on a red carpet and got secondhand butterflies.

there’s a lake. didn’t go in. was too pretty. too sacred. it glistened like the inside of a pearl. i stood there for ages like a protagonist mid-season arc. it changed me.

coraline door moment!!!!!!! it exists. it's small. gold-trimmed. do i know where it leads? no. did i script that? also no. is it ominously glowing sometimes? slay

i did script a small town nearby. never entered. cowardice won that battle. but its little cobbled streets were visible through the manor windows and they looked like plotlines waiting to happen. maybe next time.

have i mentioned the massive teddy bear. like. he’s just sitting there. coryo-sized. plushie of the void. i’ve sobbed into him twice and he took it like a champ. emotionally supportive king.

the AIR. smelled like… warm vanilla. roses. post-cry clarity. a scent that makes you feel forgiven. girl i don’t even know what the molecules were doing but they were in sync.

the manor isn’t like… photogenic. it’s animated. i live in a disney animated original movie but with higher stakes and better set design. the floorboards squeak narratively.

library includes painting zone. one night i stayed up tracing brushstrokes and the moonlight was literally bending to make me look artsy. it was like painting inside a poem. cried a little. obviously.

now. mirror. the mirror. i looked into it and saw every version of blonde me. honey blonde. platinum. 90s supermodel blonde. messy juliette lewis blonde. soul left my body and came back.....i need to bleach my hair.

my teapot brews based on my subconscious. i woke up to vanilla-rose-lavender earl grey with tiny sugar cubes that giggled when i stirred them. it’s fine. it’s normal. it’s called being built different.

also. trunk of film cameras. every one records me in a different genre. my tuesday was shot like a wes anderson girlhood docu-comedy. thursday had horror lighting. friday was soft focus teen romcom with slow fades. i am my own filmography.

anyway. it was perfect. 3-day slay. i’m in mourning now. but i’m also planning my next arrival. maybe next time i’ll open the coraline door. maybe i’ll dive into the lake. maybe coryo will show up and ruin my life in a cute way. who knows.

ok love you bye.

[bethelctpride]

How to find the local queer people when there don't appear to be any queer events nearby

are you sure there are no events?

Because they're a lot more common than you think, but you have to look in the right place! The social media algorithm sadly will not feed them to you. You will generally have to go through at least one layer of introduction before you meet folks directly.

Yes, this is a bit of a secret social club. Because many of these people lived through being too public might get you raided by cops or get you dead. They're rightfully cautious. They want to make sure people showing up aren't there to do harm. And the more rural the area, the tougher it will be to find people, but they're definitely THERE and likely having the same thoughts that nobody else is there.

Queer social activities are overwhelmingly run by middle aged folks (who have time, money, skills, and energy to do so) and they tend to use different social media because that's where they originally built communities!

The advice here for hunting down groups assumes you are an adult who can figure out logistics and safety of contacting other adults and getting yourself somewhere safely.

For social media, check Facebook and Meetup. These are most likely to have large local-ish groups putting on events. Join some groups. Many may be private and require approval before you see content. Even if there's not one immediately nearby, join the closest one, whatever "close" is. Even if it's not a perfect fit, they generally know the other even smaller groups nearby and may give you an invite to closer group or even direct contact info for The Local Guy where you text him.

Next up, Instagram. You'll pick up some folks a little younger and more business and pop up events this way. Sometimes you may not see an event until after it happened! Message the person and ask when next one is. Good odds there's a repeat.

Still no luck? Check out specific types of businesses/orgs in your area that tend to have an overlap. Maybe the local bar or coffee shop has a gay night once a month. Check their posts for last month, or if you can filter by date, look specifically in June. If they had one, message and ask about if they have an upcoming one. Even if they don't, they may put you in contact with organizer from past one.

For organizations, check for groups serving HIV+ populations and the neurospicy. Even if you fall into neither category, because of the overlap, there's good odds they offer specific services FOR queer folk. Contact them and they'll know who in the area is putting on events.

Check furry groups. Generally they do most organization via Telegram, which will require an invite. Find the nearest furry convention, check to see if they have a message board. Search for telegram. there's likely one attached to the convention and asking there of "hey, is there a furry telegram group that covers X area?" there will be one. I hope you like bowling, because this is by far the most common non-convention furry event.

(and if your reaction is EW Furries, you need to kill the little Puritan living in your head that hates people having fun doing stuff in a way you think is Cringe. Bowling is not that uncool.)

Still no luck? Now you're going to have to go search for individual queers in the wild! Your best luck is going to be with three other types of groups: 1. SOME Church activities 2. activities that attract the neurospicy (train groups, collecting groups, etc)

3. Tiny specialty groups where everyone is old and its in danger of dying out

If you're really rural sometimes the ONLY group doing any activities is the local church. If they're listed as "open and affirming" that's what you want. Unitarians and Congregationalists are most likely to fit that definition. But you should be able to run web search for that exact phase of "open and affirming church" + "your town" and it'll show you SOMETHING nearby. You may still come up with nothing, but the ones that are doing that tend to be really dedicated, so they will have info about what local groups are friendly to queers, if not open about that. They will also have non-religious activities like knitting or potluck even if you don't want to go to a service.

Neurospicy activities- check your surrounding libraries for activities as well. Even if you're not that brand of spicy, the overlap is high. Find an activity you are reasonably interested in and go meet locals. You'll find out which ones are queer after a few meetings. Often it will turn out everyone is and nobody said anything until one person does. (like our local hackerspace. secret trans hangout)

Endangered skills- do you really want to learn some weird, specialty skill that's dying out? Ask around. call the senior center and have them post a note. Post at the library. stick a thing on a bulletin board at the grocery store. Pick something you are GENUINELY interested in learning like flint knapping, or how to cook a regional dish, local history, how to spin llama wool. Weirder and more endangered the better. Post several! Give them a way to contact you by phone. Unless they are horrendously bigoted up front, you are about to learn a skill and once you disclose "hey I'm gay", you are about to be introduced to every solitary queer in the area that is a friend of a friends' granddaughter's classmate. Often your mentor won't quite GET it, but you're their favorite person now so they're trying. And as you get introduced, suddenly the local flint knapping group is also the queer flint knapping group! and you should post on social media about your cool new activity and SURPRISE, you found them all! Also they now all have cool knives. win-win!

[fairyminnie444]

+ 𝓟𝓞𝓢𝓣𝓢 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪☾.࣪˖ ִֶָ

“fake it till you make it” “act like it” “feel like it”

𝘽𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

“It’s impossible”

Manifesting is internally shifting

Persistence is not a struggle

Algorithms x manifesting

difference between believing and knowing

ACCEPT that it is simple, ACCEPT that it is easy

My sucess stories 2

How I removed the existence of my neighbor of my reality

Why does physical change literally happen? 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫: 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐰

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘓𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘉𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘮

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝

make manifestation inevitable for you

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥.

> LOCK IN < IN PRACTICE

You never procrastinated

INERTIA METHOD

Methods Serve You, Not the Other Way Around

The I AM state

Consciousness is always objectifying itself.

Stop comparing yourself and understand that it’s you

it’s time to see EVERYTHING IN YOUR FAVOR RIGHT NOW

If you are dissatisfied with your present expression of life, then you must be born again.

You are the main character of your life.

How to assume instantly

Close your eyes and imagine a lemon

The Power of Resistance: Your Greatest Ally in Transformation

The only opinion that matters is yours

Step by Step to Shift Feeling Everything with Your 5 Senses:

The Only 2 Cheat Codes You Need

Knowing too much about the Law of Assumption can get you “stuck”

Delay no longer matters, you need to let go of the result because what you >feel< is already enough.

My reality rules

REALITY HACKER FILES

Destiny does not exist.

If you believed that before you even asked, it was already granted

NOTHING MATTERS

People struggle with the idea that manifesting, shifting, or entering the void can be easy.

The only difference between those who “have it” and those who are still looking

You need to understand that this delay no longer matters, you need to let go of the result because what you >feel< is already enough.

truly believe in the success stories of others because it opens a door where you believe that you can too

focus on what you have control and let go the rest

+ 𝓐𝓢𝓚𝓢 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪☾.࣪˖ ִֶָ

hey i wanted to ask about feeling it real and detachment

hey i need some advice of how to manifest going viral on tiktok and instagram

manifest getting better at some activity if you imagine yourself practicing in your imagination

negative thoughts/beliefs

how to manifest something if I can't distract myself from not having it?

not to worry about the 3D but i see my SP every single day and it gets hard.

Manifesting something impossible unrealistic

manifest flawless skin, freedom from dietary restrictions, and perfect health

sometimes my self doubt gets in the way is there anyway I can stop that

recently i have been really struggling and just unable to manifest whatever i want even tho i want

manifest being a famous hollywood actor but im genuinely scared of the industry

Manifesting a younger version of my celebrity sp

self-concept is the foundation of everything you desire.

The task: A challenge to prove your power

Persist for a year and 3d didn’t conform

Help to revise my grades

How do I make peace with the idea of living infinite lives or multiple lives?

Tips to manifest confidence

so i manifested a 93% on two exams and i got my grade back, and both of them are below it any idea what i did wrong?

I have a question about manifesting a skill, and i would really love ur advice on it plz.

I’ve been trying to manifest my SP back right now I feel so tired and I’ve half given up.

How to enter the alpha state? - How can we know that we are alpha state?

I'm just confused on how I should be identifying in the now moment in my imagination

how can I get rid of anxiety?

any advice on how to stop being so impatient?

I’d like to imagine and feel my desires but my mind doesn’t want to cooperate

whenever i'm trying to affirm, my intrusive/random thoughts keeps popping up every time and it throws me off.

I dont undersstand.3d has to obey me.why i dont see instant results.or its all abt me

How do I let go of the past?

Do you believe in birds before land? What advice would you give to someone who is bored with everything and wants to live the life they deserve

Why can some people manifest their dream life overnight whereas some people struggle for years?

really desperate rn cause i feel like my sp is no longer interested in me

I don't know why my mind still doesn't pass my assumption as a fact.

I lost something very important

Can you explain what resistance is and what causes it?

do you have advices on ignoring the 3D?

how do I know if I’m in the void or not?

How to enter SATS instantly ??

How do we eliminate internal resistance, doubts, and limiting beliefs to manifest in just one day?

what to do when my mind goes : why are u acting like this

Do u have any posts about dramatic weight loses

i feel so demotivated , feel like giving up , i compare myself to others

I've been trying to manifest for over four years.

wavering delays the manifestation?

do you have any recommendations for books or authors that deal with the law of assumption, quantum physics, neuroscience, etc?

[olderthannetfic]

I keep being baffled by the amounts of readers who seem to have fits whenever a fic doesn't have chapters. How do they deal with all the Real Literature TM that doesn't have chapters?

Apart from the very simple "don't like, don't read" approach, if it's because you lose your place because the browser reloads, several options have already been suggested, and I sincerely hope it helps whoever feels that was the big problem.

I am one of those who post all in one go, regardless of the length, so I don't see the point of chapters. Yes, I know, "Post chapter by chapter anyways to improve readership and max your comment count and be more popular" or whatever the equivalent of "Game the algorithm" is on AO3. It feels like cheating to me; it's already all written down, and I am not here to play a numbers game. I crave feedback and interaction, of course; that's why I'm posting, but I don't want to use that kind of trick if it's already, well. All there already. Readers can take breaks whenever they want if they like breaks; I'm not their parent.

I also don't like reading WIPs because I will not have the immersion I prefer, or will forget half of what happened before, and I don't have time to reread everything each time I pick it up again, so I guess I don't see the appeal. You do you, etc. To each their preferences. (As a reader, I am team finished work + full_work or, more often, just download it all. That's how *I* roll; it doesn't mean *you* have to do the same, you know?).

I did try to post chapters a few times. Once, I inverted two of them while posting (still smarting over that years later), and another time, I was posting once a day to follow a daily prompt list… which gave me Big Angst because what if I dropped dead partway? (Yes, someone had access to my AO3 to post the drafted chapters if I croaked). Each time, I was really anxious about where to put the cutoff, or change the POV - at this point it makes the chapters more balanced length-wise, but it would be more interesting to have this scene from X's POV! This scene ends a chapter's subplot, but thematically goes with the next chapter's prompt! It might be stupid, but it is what it is, and I don't see why I should choose to torture myself for something I, as a reader, couldn't care less about.

I just… don't know when to break things up. I write linearly, and while I know the rough idea of where I'm going, I don't have a definite plan and sometimes things will be shaken up as I write. I use visual markers for scene changes and POV changes (not the same markers, actually), but sometimes a scene or POV will be much longer/shorter, so it would all make chapters super unbalanced, so??? Choices? I have to make choices? Nope. Visual marker it is, and I can breathe.

If that's grounds for muting/blocking me, then go for it, I guess? I just don't get the virulence of some of these anons on the topic - it's a you do you situation, and sometimes we just don't get why people do things differently, but that's how it's like sometimes. No need to be mad at people for not doing things the way YOU like.

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I don't care about maximizing readership, but chapters are the norm in many styles of writing. I prefer to divide a longer work into them instead of using anemic little section dividers. I save those for a sub-chapter division, should I need one.

Honestly, genre fiction is mostly divided into chapters. Yes, there are famous authors who don't use them, and I'm sure you're about to pull five out of your butt, but I think their work reads more poorly than the many, many authors who do use them. Yes, even Mr. Extra Famous And Loved By Fandom, whomever he is this time.

I don't particularly care about non-genre fiction, but plenty of multi-POV literary fiction does use chapters to divide the points of view.

It is common for chapters to be different lengths—desirable even. If a writer can't figure out how to divide something, I think that's a failure of skill... but no, I don't think it's that big of a deal in fic, and I'll read whatever has my blorbos and looks good even if it's formatted poorly and/or in a way I don't prefer.

[diabolikangel158]

Can you do the Vees x reader (separate) where they see you watching an edit of them and you start fangirling, despite already dating them? Thank you!

Alas, I’ve finished this post. Honestly wasn’t even to hard, I just got busy. I’ve got so much stuff I need to do and want to do, but no time to do it.

Vox x Reader, Velvette x Reader, Valentino x Reader (separate)

Disclaimer: Hints of unhealthy relationships, borderline stalking behaviors, some hints at abuse and anger issues, controlling behaviors from the Vees, suggestive content

Vox:

You lay quietly on your bed, scrolling through TikTok. You remember when you first arrived in Hell, you were simply relieved that there was technology at all, and even better, there was your beloved app. When you met and hit it off with the tech overlord himself, you were thrilled (almost as thrilled as Vox was with you). Vox had mentioned at some points that he was concerned with your “addiction” to the app, sometimes silently wondering if he had accidentally hypnotized you into being so enthralled with it. However, after a few random checks, he realized that it wasn’t his doing at all; you just really liked doom scrolling on there. In all honesty, he felt some kind of pride seeing you spend hours using his tech. Plus, it kept you busy while he was running around his company and discussing various things with other overlords. 

You chuckled to yourself, repositioning your body to alleviate some of the stiffness you felt from reclining in the same posture for so long. You swiped up once more, your jaw dropping open. You had seen edits of other people before, whether they were famous actors, idols, and even fictional characters, but this was the first time you’d seen this. It was an edit alright, a sexy song playing in the background. However, there was no actor or idol, but your very own boyfriend, Vox. Vox, CEO of VoxTek, Vox. 

A couple things ran though your mind as you watched it on repeat. Hey, it was a good edit. He would kill them if he ever found out who made this. Or would he? Maybe Vox would like this. You giggle a little at the thought. Of course he would like this. You may love Vox, but you’re not blind to how egotistical he can be at times. For all you know, he probably already had a folder titled “Me Edits” on his phone. You went ahead and liked the post, pressing the bookmark icon to save for… future use? 

Of course, the TikTok algorithm figured you out pretty quickly. You continued to see and like more videos, finding a new way to pass time on the app. You were so enraptured, you didn’t notice Vox walk into the bedroom, slipping off his jacket with a yawn. He grumbled a small greeting to you, but you didn’t even notice that. Vox narrowed his eyes suspiciously; he was used to you being obsessed with your phone, but not so much that you’d even ignore him. 

He pulled out his own phone, clicking on the app that he used to keep a close eye on you… for your safety of course. No other reason. He maneuvered to the section that allowed him to view what you were viewing on your phone live. What he found… surprised him to say the least. You were watching on repeat one of those TikTok edits of him that were floating around on the internet. He pressed a button on his phone to access your camera on your phone, viewing your expression. There was a light blush on your cheeks, and your eyes barely blinked, as though you were afraid that blinking would cause you to miss something important in the edit.

Vox’s screen displayed a toothy grin as he put his phone away in his pant’s pocket. He went over to you on the bed, leaning in behind you close to your ear. “Damn, doll, I knew you were obsessed with me, but this is a whole new level. Even for me.” You whip your head around to look at him, losing the grip on your phone. Vox takes it in between two of his claws, holding it up. “Oh, so sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to interrupt your time with…” He pauses, turning the screen towards himself to view it. “Oh, yes, me.” He laughs a little. 

You sat up in the bed, crossing your arms angrily. “Oh, please. Don’t act like you don’t have a folder saved up for yourself, of yourself.” You spit back, trying your best to cover up your embarrassment with anger. 

Vox simply smiled back at you. “Why? Want me to share the link with you?” He laughs some more, your attempt to embarrass him being brushed aside. 

You groan in annoyance. Of course this whole situation was going to inflate his

ego even more than it already was. 

Velvette:

Velvette walked through the halls of the Vee tower, making her way without even having to look up from her phone. She tapped her thumbs along the screen to update her various social medias, hitting the upload button with a grin as she arrived at your room. 

Not bothering to knock or make her presence known in any kind of way, Velvette easily opened the room to find you laying in bed on your back, head resting on a pillow, with your phone raised above your face. Usually, you would have noticed her by now. She cocked out her hip in annoyance, placing one hand on it as the other still held onto her phone to the side. Velvette’s eyes narrowed when she noticed you grin dazedly at your phone, pop music blaring out from it on repeat. 

Velvette gives you a couple more seconds before clearing her throat loudly. You finally notice her and in your surprise, let go of your phone that you had above your head and unceremoniously drop it on your face. You give a yelp in pain before quickly picking up your phone and trying to lock it. However, the pop music continued to play, and if one listened closely, someone was saying something over the music.

“And what’s got you so enthralled that you can’t even bother to greet your girlfriend when she walks in the room?” She huffs out, crossing her arms across her chest. She walks over to you and peers at your phone, which is locked but still playing the sound. “I know it’s a damn tik tok, since that insufferable music keeps–”

Velvette stops speaking as she is interrupted by…herself. 

“Ugh. No! Unacceptable. You're fired. What is this? Wrist ruffles? Is it 1750? Burn it like the witches who wore it!" Again, the pop music ensues. 

Velvette looks at you blankly, before a smirk tugs at her lips. “Are you… watching edits of me?” She can’t help the chuckle that slips out of her mouth. “Seriously? Open it up, let me see what you’ve been watching.”

You unlock your phone, ashamed, handing it to her. “To be fair, they’re pretty good edits, Vel.” She snatches your phone away and begins to watch the video. She watches it without much reaction and hands the device back to you. She says nothing for a moment. “Um… are you upset about it?”

Instead of answering, she opens her phone to an app, taking a picture of the both of you, not allowing you any time to prepare for it. “H-hey! You could warn me! I don’t even look good!”

Velvette rolls her eyes, typing a message on the photo, preparing to upload it. “Please, I’m your girlfriend. I make sure you look good all the time.” She gives you a snarky grin, finally uploading the image. You get a notification on your phone– you’ve been tagged in a post… Velvette’s post. You open it to look and find the picture that she had snapped of the two of you with the caption “If you don’t catch them watching edits of you in their freetime, do they really love you?” and of course, your username is tagged in it. Various comments already start rolling in about how cute you guys were as a couple, jealous comments about how envious they were of the relationship; the usual.

You look at her, your mouth agape. “Did you really have to put me on blast like that?”

Velvette looks rather satisfied with herself, giving you a shrug. “Anyways, save your little edits for later, the car is ready for us.” You sigh as you get up to follow her. 

Valentino:

You honestly weren’t surprised that Valentino had fans that made edits of him and posted them on social media. Let’s be honest, if you had the talent for editing, you’d probably be one of those fans. If you found anything surprising, it was the fact that there were so many that weren’t raunchy. Of course, you supposed, that if someone wanted to see something raunchy about him, they’d have to pay a subscription fee. Surely, there were videos of him in his prime somewhere. 

You scrolled through, finding some sort of joy in the fun videos, even adding some of the music that the users had chosen to your playlists. You rolled over onto your stomach and continued scrolling. So enthralled you were with the silly videos, that you were only brought out of your stupor upon feeling a light, yet confident touch on the back of your thigh. “Hey amorcito… and just what are you looking at on your phone, hm?” 

Your eyes widened and you quickly turned your phone face down, craning your neck to look back at him. You didn’t expect that he would be back so soon. “Oh, Val! I thought you said you had a long shoot today and wouldn’t be back ‘till later?!” The words come out too rushed to be considered “normal.”

Valentino tilted his head to the side. “What? Did you not miss me? Or do you just enjoy being alone nowadays?” He gives you a fake pout. “Don’t tell me that’s the case, amorcito. You’re going to make me upset…” The tone in his voice held a slight edge to it; the production from today must have pissed him off and so he cut early for him to flip this quickly. You were used to his short temper, but ordinarily you’d have at least a little leeway. 

“Of course I missed you!” You reassured quickly. You sat up in the bed, crossing your legs together and looking at him with what you hope is a “Valentino-can’t-be-mad-at-me-like-this” look. Fortunately for you, he gives you a grin and pats your head, sitting down next to you. 

“Well, don’t be shy, let me see what you were looking at, hm?” Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and Val doesn’t miss a beat. He leans in to peer at you closely. “Don’t tell me you were watching naughty films… and without me! I’m hurt, amorcito.” Before you can explain that you definitely were not doing that, Valentino snatches the phone you left unguarded and unlocked on the bed with one of his arms. You start to protest, but quiet down when one of his hands holds a finger up at you, a silent command to shut your mouth. 

You’re not sure what you expect from him when he sees it. Maybe to make fun of you, call you touch-starved, obsessed, a lost puppy perhaps? Can’t even be away from me for a second? You’re so pathetic it’s cute. You grimace in your head at the thought of such degradation to your person. 

Needless to say, you’re surprised when Valentino squishes your cheeks with one hand, gripping your face hard to pull you close. You lips pucker due to the force and you couldn’t mumble out a preemptive apology even if you tried. Only muffled sounds would come out. “Amorcito, you’re so cute! You know, I was ready to be so angry with you for trying to hide things from me, but this is just adorable! Was my baby scared that I would embarrass them?” You nod as much as his grip on your cheeks will allow. He snickers and lets the hand on your face fall to your neck, softly grabbing ahold of it. Valentino kisses you, hard. It’s honestly rather messy, not that kisses with him were ever chaste by any means. It leaves you gasping for breath.

Val locks your phone, gently placing it on the bedside table. It’s a kind gesture if you’ve ever seen one from him. Vox loves to complain to you about how many phones Val has shattered in his fits of rage or moments of carelessness. Val lies down besides you, pulling him close to him. “You’re too good to me, carino. So, I’ll be good to you, too.” You feel one of his hands sneaking in between your legs as the other three busy themselves with removing some of your clothing. “After all, why bother with those silly videos when you have the real thing right here?”  He flashes you a salacious grin before you close your eyes to endure the pleasure that you’ll be succumbing to… whether you want to or not.