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i guess nanook heard her or smth

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cure of ra

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This will be a romantic story like none that has come before

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all dreams become ash at dawn

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our victory was written in the stars

you remind oikawa tooru of the moment suspended between the whistle and the serve.

when the air stills, the court hushes, that it feels like the crowd is holding its breath. it is the smallest slice of time — a second, maybe less — a type of concentration he’s always been hooked on, always known. the razor-edge between the start and the score, the tipping point where anticipation crystallizes into something sharp enough to cut. the ringing of pulse in his ears, when the world narrows to the ball in his hands and the space just beyond the net.

lately, that’s what you feel like to him — like the tension in the air before the leap.

and he finds it amusing, how someone who carries themselves so lightly, like weightless air in the way you breeze from window to window, glossed lips, little coat — laidback, easy with your charm — is also the same person whose gaze sharpens like a blade the moment the scent of victory is in the air.

and oikawa tooru, of all people, would know what obsession looks like.

he sees it in your eyes sometimes, a crazed flicker behind black pools and long lashes. the feverish glint. like the strike of thunder about to hit calm water. a hunger disguised as stillness. a look oikawa knows too well, worn by people who will not stop at something until they win, and then after. a look that belongs to people who would do anything for the one perfect moment of victory. and he can't tell if you notice it. he wonders if it's him rubbing of on you, how you've grown out of yourself into someone who ignores the bleed, like you're immune to the fever in your veins chasing after the perfect breathless second.

you remind him of the moment between the toss and the serve.

the gap in between two heartbeats in which the ball spins weightless against blinding lights, like its own star in orbit, with a toss honed through practice, laced with intention, with purpose — to score, to win, to break.

and in many ways you remind him of a star, bright like a blaze at your best and bordering burning destruction at others. a star, that oikawa has spent years loving in all ways love could ever possibly take shape — in childish adoration and firm devotion, in the blaze and in softness. a star, that oikawa likes to call his. with your face in his hands and the twinkle in your eyes so fond and brilliant everytime he says your name. his star, love's face. one that he will watch over in your pursuit of chase, in your hunger for thrill. a star he would never want to see hidden away in anyone's pocket again. that he will watch rise and fall and break and be victorious again and again, for as long as you let him. for as long as you come home to him, that he will be with you through every lost and victory just the same. you are a star worth following, this is the truth. and oikawa tooru will love you through it all.

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Sun-kissed☀️

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Sun-kissed☀️

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Sun-kissed☀️

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❄️ 🌼 CONTRIBUTOR LINE-UP☀️ 🍁

April showers bring May flowers 🌼

Introducing our wonderful artists and writers! We hope you look forward to seeing each and every one of their pieces.

🌼Page Artists 

@_illusTrance @allenerie @Molatann @anlyastar @apririnn @CalmarSan @catrocker15 @firidus @ilyarawan @rourouki @kri5pp @lehexin @mikuumiraii @miitaart​ @ooorangy @peppermoonflakes @_puyurin @1rinchii @renaquis @schereas @vanillafry @xavestory​

🌼Merch Artists 

@0waff537 @arisatorin @MistiousStar @reishichi​ @TheGreySun1

🌼 Writers

@adelmortescryche @bakijak @minteagreen @willfulabyss

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Sophomore days (part 3/?)

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Saw my first post with someone admitting they used chatGPT to ‘write a fic’ which they then shared here on tumblr and on Ao3.

To be clear, using AI to churn out a piece of fiction is not writing.

Using a bot (possibly one that was trained using a scrape of Ao3, that is to say, the theft of work from every writer who has posted their work on Ao3) is NOT WRITING.

It is theft. It isn’t creation. It’s a regurgitation of the consumed collective work and effort and heart and time of every writer who has shared their work on Ao3.

‘I’m not a good writer’ is no excuse.

Want to be a writer? Put in the time everyone else does to practice.

Don’t feel confident in your work? Open yourself up to the same vulnerability and risk that the rest of us do.

You don’t get to use a fucking bot to vomit out an approximation of a story and pretend you’ve got skin in the game.

The sad thing? This bot-assembled fic wasn’t bad. It was bland, but it had internal logic, some passing context to character and canon. It wasn’t like those early AI art pieces that had surreal compositions and extra fingers. It wasn’t immediately obvious it was made by a bot.

In this instance the person who posted it admitted they had used a bot. Which, actually, I have some respect for. But it probably isn’t the first and it won’t be the last.

I don’t know that there’s a solution to this, but it is both hurting my heart and enraging me.

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Kshahrewar & Haravatat (sumeru senior photos part 1 & 2)

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Trying out the #meettheartist tag on twitter🏃🏻‍♂️ it was fun.

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A little frame redraw because shoto looks so good under cloudy sky 🌧️ 

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Senior photos of sumeru akademiya (part 1/?): midnight at house of daena

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Another genshin challenge from twitter

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hi tumblr long time no see, have a scara from the draw your genshin main challenge🌿