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this trend has been dead but I wanted to draw my fav characters together so…
#batman#bruce wayne#sanderson fop#sanderson#dc comics#fairly oddparents#dc#dcau#fop#kiachnish art#ai could never replicate this#forget danny phantom and dc crossover fanfics I wanna see fairly oddparents and dc crossover fanfics#were gonna have to kill this guy
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obsessed with these creepy ass baby stock photos i found on my school computer in 7th grade. like oh my god why do they look like that. i love them
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In the hopes it doesn't sound weird for me to say: You feel like someone with a big heart
Not just in a "Haha simp" way, but someone who loves and cries and laughs with very real sincerity, be it for everyone to see or just on the inside... I could be wrong, but should I be even remotely accurate, promise me not to lose that energy. The world needs you more than you know
Stfu anon you're gonna get me gigly n shi *gay hand gesture*
#highlight of my day tbh. and I've been awake for like two hours#that was actually very sweet of you anon never change#bad moment to think in images i have no words to describe my feelings yay#just know that i appreciate that very much‼️#The 'haha simp' made me laugh ngl JDBFKSK#of course the world needs me‼️ there's no one who can do same stuff i do because there's not two me‼️#which makes me very confident agaisnt ai 'art' because the machine could never replicate whatever is going in my head♪#(ai could never replace me. what is replacing are work opportunities for real artists lolnt)#rui thinks loudly#screenshoting this a saving in the special folder of my gallery btw
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Uhmm ... art jumpscare
This isss a bit of an old drawing that I would NEVER be able to draw like again ?? I dunno what I was on but like . Look at it
HLVRAI Gordon for the soul ! Teehee
Also Idk why I'm so active . Don't ask LMAO
#half life#half life vr but the ai is self aware#hlvrai#hlvrai gordon#gordon freeman#hlvrai art#art jumpscare#art#!!!#I don't know how old this is#but it's like kinda old ?#it's good though like I could never replicate this#bleehhhh
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the "ai can't get hands right" as some kind of gotcha always tickles me because y'know who else has trouble getting hands right? every artist ever
#hands are incredibly complex and have so many potential configurations/positions#up to and including number/configuration of fingers#let's have some self awareness as artists/appreciators of the arts#it's just silly to me to see it positioned as any kind of serious point against ai art#'ai could NEVER replicate the innate brilliance of Human Art and the proof is that#many models make fucked up [read: non-normative/“”anatomically incorrect“”] hands'#ok im 29 years old and i still suck at drawing hands so#(this post is very unserious btw just making an Autistic Observation)
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ai generated art makes me want to attack
#just felix things#idk it makes me angry sometimes.#ai can never replicate the art of a human. artists know that. but people outside the art community dont.#maybe i need to relax.#i think so. its not like the machine has bad intentions. how could it. its just making art.#but people who say that making art with an AI is easy drive me crazy.
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Okay I know there’s a lot of controversy surrounding the use of AI to create things. But if I hadn’t known this was made using AI, I deadass would’ve believed that Rodger Bumpass decided to make a god tier shitpost that ironically came out really good.
#i honestly believed rodger bumpass had sang this before reading that this was actually made using an AI#it’s high key incredible and terrifying that technology has progressed to a point where a voice can be so accurately replicated#to the point that you can make it say and sing things that the original voice never did#i can think of several ways this could be used in a VERY sinister way#but i’m happy that people seem more interested in using it to make squidward sing fnaf songs than commit crimes…for now#everything aside this lowkey slaps#Youtube
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I’m so glad that Across the Spiderverse came out when it did because everything that makes it amazing could never be replicated by AI. You think AI could have done that? You think midjourney could have invented new animation tools for one specific character? You think chatgpt could have written that script? Don’t make me fucking laugh
#it’s important that corporations and techbros are shown that their investment in automated art is a very sad dead end#across the spiderverse#spiderman atsv
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the rise of AI art isn't surprising to us. for our entire lives, the attitude towards our skills has always been - that's not a real thing. it has been consistently, repeatedly devalued.
people treat art - all forms of it - as if it could exist by accident, by rote. they don't understand how much art is in the world. someone designed your home. someone designed the sign inside of your local grocery store. when you quote a character or line from something in media, that's a line a real person wrote.
"i could do that." sure, but you didn't. there's this joke where a plumber comes over to a house and twists a single knob. charges the guy 10k. the guy, furious, asks how the hell the bill is so high. the plumber says - "turning the knob was a dollar. the knowledge is the rest of the money."
the trouble is that nobody believes artists have knowledge. that we actively study. that we work hard, beyond doing our scales and occasionally writing a poem. the trouble is that unless you are already framed in a museum or have a book on a shelf or some kind of product, you aren't really an artist. hell, because of where i post my work, i'll never be considered a poet.
the thing that makes you an artist is choice. the thing that makes all art is choice. AI art is the fetid belief that art is instead an equation. that it must answer a specific question. Even with machine learning, AI cannot make a choice the way we can - because the choices we make have always been personal, complicated. our skills cannot be confined to "prompt and execution." what we are "solving" isn't just a system of numbers - it is how we process our entire existence. it isn't just "2 and 2 is 4", it's staring hard at the numbers and making the four into an alligator. it's rearranging the letters to say ow and it is the ugly drawing we make in the margin.
at some point, you will be able to write something by feeding my work into a machine. it will be perfectly legible and even might sound like me. but a machine doesn't understand why i do these things. it can be taught preferences, habits, statistical probability. it doesn't know why certain vowels sound good to me. it doesn't know the private rules i keep. it doesn't know how to keep evolving.
"but i want something to exist that doesn't exist yet." great. i'm glad you feel creative. go ahead and pay a fucking artist for it.
this is all saying something we all already knew. the sad fucking truth: we have to die to remind you. only when we're gone do we suddenly finally fucking mean something to you. artists are not replicable. we each genuinely have a skill, talent, and process that makes us unique. and there's actual quiet power in everything we do.
#also pay plumbers more. and electricians. and other devalued occupations#idk that this makes sense#but im like#people being so fucking pleased with themselves about the fact they can ''fake'' art#n im like#sure#but what if we stop making things for you huh#what if we stop giving u this stuff anymore#what happens to ur ai art? does it keep growing? does it keep making choices?#why do u need to see us as machines?#''i want X to exist but i don't have the skill to do it''#okay spend literally years of your life studying#''i don't want to do that''#okay pay someone who DID do that#''no i don't think it's a real skill''#okay so. YOU can't do it. and a LOT of people can't do it. but you think WE should be able to?#FOR FREE?#either it has value or it dont baby make up ur OWN mind#btw studying here is not used academically. i think if ur like. constantly knitting.#thats studying#do u spend hours reading and find urself taking notes and learning about writing#ur studying#do you follow other artists and spend a lot of your time trying new things (even unsuccessfully)#that's also studying#etc#was weird to write this thing about choices and then be like. wait why DO i like that
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the yearning for damian wayne has gone to unhealthy levels.
ive always had a crush on robin, but mostly the Teen Titans one (so Dick Grayson) but Nightwing and his slut behavior never really appealed to me and I realized that I was a masochist and liked mean! robin and Damian Wayne is all that and more.
anyways have this ficlet based on my new friend: divorce (that’s her literal nickname)
tw/cw: reader is a genius. but is a creep. damian is into that.
YAN! DAMIAN WAYNE x STARK! READER : “SECTION FOUR”
“If you scroll to section three, that is a list of injuries or poison you’ve sustained in battle for the past 6 years or so.”
Damian followed your words dutifully. Scrolling through the essay your AI had once leaked to him in an effort to get you to actually work instead of eating your nth tub of ice cream while crying over your boyfriend being on another patrol team.
“Accompanying it should be a list of cures. Most of them were already invented but if there wasn’t any I made one.”
“Mx. [Y/N] spent a whole week trying to figure out how to dispel the strand of sex pollen Lady Ivy makes.” S.P.A.R.K. the AI that kept leaking your info in question piped up, “Only to then realized they could just—“
“Unto the next section.” You interrupted them. Considering the possibility of shutting them permanently at this point.
“Wait pause. You could just what, beloved?” Damian thanked the AI in his mind. It was the reason for many of his revelations about your character. You see, he thought he was mentally ill until he saw the debauchery you were up to. One of such acts being the article you were showing him now. You almost surpassed Tim’s … thorough nature. Almost.
“The next section is about your penis size and the dildos I made trying to replicate it.”
“Nevermind, go on my love.”
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere imagine#yandere oc#yandere x you#yandere fic#yandere core#damian wayne#damian wayne x reader#yandere damian wayne#yandere damian wayne x reader#robin x reader#yandere robin x reader
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i already mentioned in the past that a friend of mine trained an AI on my drawings so that it could replicate my artstyle, a fun thing is that it fed it a bunch of drawings i made of myself so most of the things it creates look like self portraits i could have done
other just look like random cool guys i could have come up with
(i fucking love the guy with short hair and lipstick, he looks fucking sick, i am 100% using that design)
first of all, i cannot begin to descrive how mindfucky and trippy is to see drawing that *could have been done by me* but werent. every time i see them i have to catch my self for a few seconds wondering "wait, did i do these and forgot????"
second, because i didnt do these they are not worn on my eyes like a drawing i would have made, these are fresh images to my brain. i dont have a memory of having done every line and curve and having observed it a million times as i was doing them, thus the illusion of life is a lot more stronger for me.
so with all this is mind, this little excercise is allowing me to do something i always craved for but that i could never get. to see my own art from an outsider's perspective. to be able to appreciate my work from the point of view of someone else. how does my drawings look to others. i can do that now with these.
and let me tell you, not to sound too conceited but, damn, i really like what i see. i can now see what everyone else sees in my artstyle, its fun! its dinamic! its really expressive in a way i never noticed! and yes, the noses! oh my god the noses! and the way the lips curl and tighten.
on top of that, as i said, a lot of the overfitting in the model is directed towards self portraits that i made of myself, so the AI will tend to use many of the faces and features i use to depict myself. now you have to understand i identify quite strongly with my own drawings. i said often that i see more of my self in my drawings than i do in a mirror.
with this in mind its also super trippy that my friend basically has a fip generator.
every time i see things like this i cant help but go "OMG, THATS ME! THAT IS ME!"
(this final piece was actually done by me, lol)
so yeah, this has been all very illuminating
#we do a lot of testing with my friend#i feel there is a lot more holistic understanding you can get out of how these AI work#when you have the artist they were trained on dissecting exactly what aspects of their style it incorporated and how its using them#truly fascinating stuff#AI#AI art
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sometimes i feel like you're ai generated, with the nonsensicalness that comes out of you
All of my posts have symbolic subtext that a robot could never replicate.
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𒆙 zhongli
part 7/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event
© zhongrin | 2023 ✼ no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡
𖧷 tags ┈ fem!reader (you get called nǎinai), afab!reader (implied past pregnancy), you’re both grandparents with grandchildren, super domestic, teeth-rotting fluff, ocs: liwen & liwei
𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓊 ❬ masterlist ❭ 𐫱 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 ❬ taglist ❭
𝒾t would not be an over-exaggeration to say that there was no greater happiness at this moment than the way the innocent bright smiles of your grandchildren filled you up with warmth, even more so given the harbor’s chilly cold breezes of the night.
“yéye, nǎinai, bye bye!” the youthful cheers were just as energetic as ever despite the lateness of the night. the tiny mostly-humans waved at the both of you, some jumping and bouncing like overexcited hatchlings, others in a calmer manner reminiscent of your husband’s temperament.
“don’t run!” you reminded them as you waved back, a fond smile stretching your lips as you watched them walk further and further into the distance. the same expression made itself home on your beloved’s face, even as your not-so-small family turned around the corner, vanishing from view. a poignant silence blanketed the two of you, the solemn tune of tranquility momentarily accompanied by the squawks of the gulls passing overhead.
a gloved hand settled on the small of your back, and you inhaled deeply in pensiveness before following the guiding push. zhongli led you towards the calm docks, making sure to choose the flattest paths so your bad knees would have the least strain. as if that wasn’t considerate enough, you knew he was also attentively judging your condition from the way you gripped his arm to help you walk.
he was ever so silent and yet, you knew his head was full of many things. he seemed to be getting especially contemplative with each of the years that passed lately.
“….. liwen is turning out to be a wise mother,” he remarked after a few minutes of silence, “perhaps she had unconsciously learned the art of parenting from dealing with all of liwei’s sudden bursts of high energy ever since they were young, do you think?”
“perhaps… but i think she learned it from you,” you chuckled, “just like how she’d perfectly replicated your special slow-cooked bamboo shoots soup.”
“to be more specific, your slow-cooked bamboo shoots soup.”
“oh, i forgot about that,” you snickered, “’soup so good even rex lapis is hopelessly infatuated with it!’…. that past self of mine sure has great foresight, hm?”
“that you did, my dear,” zhongli chuckled, eyes twinkling just like that day, but this time with his convivial smile in full view. he had long since felt comfortable enough to bare himself in front of you, knowing that you would never turned up your nose against him across all of your lifetimes.
your conversation temporarily halted so you could focus on climbing up the small steps of stairs with zhongli’s help. a series of huffs and puffs later, you sighed deeply, one hand pressed onto your cheek as your husband paused in your walk just so you could take a little breather, “dear me…. i think for your next birthday i’ll have to spend it in a wheelchair.”
“then i shall be sure to speak to master zhang to get the commission started,” zhongli smiled, “may i propose a mechanism so it can only be pushed by someone who wields geo elemental energy?“
there he goes, flirting with you again.
“and whatever will i do when i need someone to help me push the wheelchair while you’re not around, hmm?“
“are you implying i will just abandon you at the side of the road? after all these years? you wound me, darling.”
“you’re so dramatic, i swear to rex lapis.”
eyes rolling, you shared a chuckle before continuing on your way back to your modest shared abode.
as you walked, golden shadows of the past clouded your eyes, the ghosts of the past playing moments remembered before the deserted streets, unconsciously creating an upward curl on the corners of your lips.
you saw the first time you walked back home, with the newborn twins tucked safely within yours and zhongli’s arms: with you panicking internally, because dear gods you were not ready for two babies, while zhongli merely gave you a comforting smile and tried to calm your nerves with his soothing reassurances. you saw the two of you chasing the two toddlers, nearly knocking over the pots of marigolds on your front porch: zhongli panicking because liwei’s shapeshifting had gone out of control and he was practically zooming about everywhere in his dragon form, while you couldn’t help but laugh at your husband’s attempts to lead him back home without attracting too many eyes. you saw the two of you seeing off the twins, the first day they insisted on going to school by themselves, because ‘all the big kids do it and we’re big kids!’: the both of you the most anxious you had ever been in your lives, despite knowing big brother xiao would be faithfully watching the little ones and would never allow any harm to befall them.
so many memories, so many years, so many birthdays... passed in the blink of an eye.
“hey, li…,“ you hummed and squeezed his arm with your wrinkled fingers, “…….. happy birthday. even if i won’t be here to say it next year, make sure to spend it with our family, okay?”
“yes, darling.”
“don’t get too lonely, okay? i’ll be back in your arms again before you know it.”
“…. i know, my dear.”
in actuality, he would gladly spend hundreds of birthdays without you, just to spend one birthday with you. but had he told you this, he had a feeling it would add a sad frown onto your lovely face, so he refrained. so instead, he planted a kiss onto your forehead, lined and creased with age and wisdom, with a fond whisper that carried the weight of his devotion.
“i know you always will.”
𖧷 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 ❬ taglist ❭ ┈ @abyssmal-skies | @hamdehlesmis | @depressivecomforts | @sunnshineflxwer | @yuutasbabe | @queen-belial | @stygianoir | @silentmoths | @niktwazny303 | @dustofthedailylife | @marina-and-the-memes | @mixed-kester | @lordbugs | @anonymousficreader | @shizunxie | @ansy-tea | @irethepotato | @sassy-cat-in-town | @syrenkitsune | @smokipoki | @cakeboxie | @crystalflygeo | @ciexuvia | @illaasya | @celestewritestoomuch | @pams-comfortzone | @spidermanluvr444 | @ourstrawberryclouds | @ryuryuryuyurboat
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#zhongli#zhongli x reader#rin writes#∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺
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the thing about big-time executives predicting that AI will be able to replace writers (or at least, A thing about big-time executives predicting that AI will be able to replace writers) is that I think at least for me, it completely misses a big part of why taking in fiction is so rewarding in the first place?
like, even if AI could generate intelligible and interesting long-form stories (which it can’t) and even if what we call “AI” was something other than a pattern-replicating machine powered by plagiarism (which it isn’t), part of the transformative joy of art is sitting there pinned down by a line or a moment specifically because it sparks the recognition that holy shit, another person has felt the same way as I do; I’m not alone! Or conversely, holy shit, this is a window to a human experience I’ve never had; here is the slightest morsel of how that might feel! not to be a pretentious humanities major but Art is Art partly because of how it can connect us to some aspect of the human experience!
the corporate suits hinting they’ll replace a writers room with ChatGPT or whatever are trying to steal something and they fundamentally don’t even understand what it is they’re trying to steal. and it’s not just the arrogance that ticks me off; it’s the incompetence.
#to be clear I think a lot of real damage will be done#before anyone at the top even comes close to learning this#(if they ever do)#wga strike#the craven incompetence on display is like the exact opposite of a classic Leverage episode
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so I have a req that’s been marinating in my head lolol
imagine miguel getting a pet bird (specifically a cockatiel) and at first being annoyed with it but then they start trusting each other more and one day y/n finds miguel singing to the bird as it sings back to him like a disney princess and squeals about how cute it is. Meanwhile miguel is just embarrassed that they found him in that moment to say the least. If you write this could u just make it sfw? :))
"No— de nuevo." Miguel tried to keep a certain sterness as he spoke to the animal he had been tasked with taking care of, whistling a small tune which the cockatiel tried to replicate— failing horribly. Miguel let out a small sigh, finger delicately petting the stray wispy feathers on the bird's head.
"You're doing it wrong." He reprimanded, words lacking any bite as he stared at the animal on his desk, nails clinking along it as it walked back and forth, wings fluffing while the animal tried to replicate the tune Miguel was whistling.
"Wrong." The tiny bird repeated, the corners of his mouth tilting up slightly. Despite being forced by you to take care of the cockatiel, it eventually grew on him. And by eventually, I mean it took him almost a month to stop huffing and puffing about it.
"Yes, wrong. Mal." He gave the bird a soft, affectionate flick on one of the stray feathers on his head, getting up as he started examining his holographic monitors, making sure everything was in place. His attention was grabbed after a few minutes when the bird successfully replicated his melody, almost giving himself whiplash from turning around so quickly.
"Do that again." Miguel could swear the bird can understand his words. It's not the first time it obeys a verbal command, yet it never fails to surprise him— can birds even do that? Is it simply because it came from your dimension? He shakes his head softly, crouching down in front of the bird as it begins replicating the melody perfectly.
He'd never admit it, but... a part of him feels proud. There's a small smile on his face as he begins to whistle along the bird, his happiness shortly lived by a loud thud on his office. He looks down, ready to glare at whoever was interrupting his personal time.
"Oh my God—" You looked between him and the cockatiel, mouth slightly ajar while you process what you just saw. Miguel, the brooding and snarky giant, whistling along a tiny bird he complained about for so long.
"Lyla." You called out and the AI glitched on your shoulder despite not being programmed to respond to your voice commands.
"Please tell me you recorded that." You pleaded, Miguel coming down his very slow-moving platform with his arms crossed.
"You know it." The AI winked at you, playfully offering you a fist bump before glitching in front of you, holding her abnormally large holographic phone with a whole album dedicated to Miguel and the tiny bird. Miguel let out a grunt of frustration, attempting to grab the AI who simply glitched out of his reach. He can already feel the grey hairs growing.
#miguel o'hara#miguel ohara#across the spiderverse#miguel 2099#atsv miguel#miguel spiderman#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel spiderverse#miguel x reader#miguel x you#miguel o hara#spiderman 2099#miguel atsv#astv miguel#miguel o'hara fluff#miguel fluff#fluff#atsv fluff#stray answers
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How the TS gang feels about Kuras
(The Alchemist.) When everyone disperses and you have to choose who to follow.
Asking about Kuras.
You follow Ais.
MC: I didn’t know that you and Kuras were friends.
Ais: In a way. I help him in the clinic sometimes. Doctor doesn’t let most people closer than arm’s length.
MC: And you do?
Ais: Heart’s on my sleeve.
Get the sense Kuras was like that in the past. Must’ve been burned.
He trails off after the last few words. Then shrugs.
Ais: He opens up in his own ways, if he’s relaxed enough.
MC: I don’t know how to even imagine that.
Ais: You’d be surprised. Even the doctor has an endearing side.
I can’t decide what’s more intriguing: the fact that Kuras has an “endearing side,” or the idea that Ais has managed to coax it out of him.
Ais: Tell me if you uncover any of his other secrets. I’d kill to know more.
You follow Leander.
MC: Do you and Kuras work together?
Leander: Occasionally. Did the mysterious, competent doctor catch your eye?
—OPTION SELECT—(Select "He seems like a good person")—
MC: He seems like a good person, though it’s hard to believe anyone’s a good person these days.
Leander: That’s Kuras. He works hard to serve the people of Lowtown.
He’s a miracle worker, even if his beside manner could use some work.
MC: Do you think he might be able to cure my curse?
Leander starts to speak, but pauses to consider me for a moment first.
Leander: …Kuras is good, but he’s only a doctor.
Besides, unless you’re actively dying he’ll make you wait in line all day like everyone else.
—OPTION SELECT—(Select “He came across as cold”)—
MC: I get the impression he’s a bit cold.
Leander: A doctor with his level of expertise and perfect service? Impossible.
He never warns you if something’s gonna sting, and he’s stingy with the pain medicine too.
But at least he treats everyone the same. That’s something I suppose.
You follow Mhin.
MC: You and Kuras seem to get along, though.
The tense lines of Mhin’s features soften.
Mhin: He’s an exception. Few people are willing to help others; fewer when there’s any risk involved. And of them, Kuras is unique.
I have a feeling that Mhin doesn’t smile often. But the curve of their lips, however slight, is unmistakable.
They catch themselves, their expression closing off with a near-audible snap.
Mhin: He’s not the worst. A decent doctor, even if he asks too many questions.
But nothing is really free here.
MC: Unique is one way to describe his work.
Unconsciously, I grip my stitched arm, where the Soulless severed it. Mhin glances at me almost knowingly.
Mhin: The only one of its kind; not replicable by anyone else. It’s a fitting word.
I wonder what injuries Kuras has healed for Mhin, and whether they know how he does it.
But if they did, I doubt they’d tell me.
You follow Vere.
MC: I wanted to ask you about K—
I regret speaking as soon as I start. Vere’s mentioned Kuras before, though not by name.
His reaction last time was nasty, but I can’t back down now. Not with Vere eyeing me suspiciously.
Vere: About…?
MC: The doctor, Kuras.
I tense, ready for a blowback, but Vere only flicks his hand dismissively.
Vere: Bit of a bore if you ask me, but he’s popular enough.
You know, on account on his massive…heart.
He winks, as though the stress he placed on “heart” wasn’t already suggestive.
Vere: There’s always a line wrapped around the block for his services. People can’t seem to get enough of his special medicine,
MC: Probably because he doesn’t charge anything.
Vere’s tail gives an impatient twitch.
Vere: Or they’re eager for a little mouth-to-mouth with their pelvic examination, if you get what I mean.
When I grimace, Vere gains wolfishly at me. There’s clearly no point in asking him anything else about Kuras.
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