Gaz Does Not Care For Slow Burn Romances…

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Remembered I have free will and can draw Rudy whenever tf I want.. boom, Rodolfo Parra..

THE man of all time, god i love him sm

Gaz.

I think a lot of what pro-AI people are really wanting is stuff that already exists but they don't know it's out there like

can't format a work email? templates

don't know how to write a resume? templates

writing a thank you card or a condolences card or a wedding invitation? templates templates templates

not sure how to format your citations in MLA or whatever format? citationmachine.net

summary of something you're reading for school/work? cliffsnotes.com

recipe based on ingredients in your fridge? whatsintherefrigerator.com

there's a million more like, guys, we don't need AI, we never needed generative AI

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trying to prove a point (not forced!!)

hey, so you know that thing i made forever ago? yeah, here's part two lmao

i started this one in august of last year, got about half-way done, then kind of just let it sit on my hard drives. my cod brainrot is still kicking around, so i thought i might as well finish it

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I really don’t care if I’m considered an annoying luddite forever, I will genuinely always hate AI and I’ll think less of you if you use it. ChatGPT, Generative AI, those AI chatbots - all of these things do nothing but rot your brain and make you pathetic in my eyes. In 2025? You’re completely reliant on a product owned by tech billionaires to think for you, write for you, inspire you, in 2025????

“Oh but I only use ___ for ideas/spellcheck/inspiration!!” I kinda don’t care? oh, you’re “only” outsourcing a major part of the creative process that would’ve made your craft unique to you. Writing and creating art has been one of the most intrinsically human activities since the dawn of time, as natural and central to our existence as the creation of the goddamn wheel, and sheer laziness and a culture of instant gratification and entitlement is making swathes of people feel not only justified in outsourcing it but ahead of the curve!!

And genuinely, what is the point of talking to an AI chatbot, since people looove to use my art for it and endlessly make excuses for it. RP exists. Fucking daydreaming exists. You want your favourite blorbo to sext you, there’s literally thousands of xreader fic out there. And if it isn’t, write it yourself! What does a computer’s best approximation of a fictional character do that a human author couldn’t do a thousand times better. Be at your beck and call, probably, but what kind of creative fulfilment is that? What scratch is that itching? What is it but an entirely cyclical ourobouros feeding into your own validation?

I mean, for Christ sakes there are people using ChatGPT as therapists now, lauding it for how it’s better than any human therapist out there because it “empathises”, and no one ever likes to bring up how ChatGPT very notably isn’t an accurate source of information, and often just one that lives for your approval. Bad habits? Eh, what are you talking about, ChatGPT told me it’s fine, because it’s entire existence is to keep you using it longer and facing any hard truths or encountering any real life hard times when it comes to your mental health journey would stop that!

I just don’t get it. Every single one of these people who use these shitty AIs have a favourite book or movie or song, and they are doing nothing by feeding into this hype but ensuring human originality and sincere passion will never be rewarded again. How cute! You turned that photo of you and your boyfriend into ghibli style. I bet Hayao Miyazaki, famously anti-war and pro-environmentalist who instills in all his movies a lifelong dedication to the idea that humanity’s strongest ally is always itself, is so happy that your request and millions of others probably dried up a small ocean’s worth of water, and is only stamping out opportunities for artists everywhere, who could’ve all grown up to be another Miyazaki. Thanks, guys. Great job all round.

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Saw you were okay to write yandere makarov!! So when is the hcs 👀

— Yandere Vladimir Makarov Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere behavior, heavy detail of manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy, toxic, and gaslighting scenarios.

A/N: I suppose now!! Please enjoy <33 (also, heads up, it’s a bit short. Sorry!!)

Vladimir is tenderly obsessive. He’s controlling, highly aggressive, paranoid, and just suffocating.

Once he decides you are his, you are everything to him—a fresh tattoo of your name inked on him, sensing a form of property to each other. Loving the idea of you having a matching design.

Of course, he is mistrustful. After all, he’s a strategist and terrorist, so he sees conspiracies everywhere. Trusting is a big pill to swallow for him, so gaining his attention, let alone an open scene of his mind, is a complex duty. Years at work, either working for or with him. An assistant he begins to laugh at with horrible, dark jokes. A soldier in the Konni Group that he directly asks for. Or, in a rare chance, a civilian whom he had a one-night stand with; quickly realizing you were too much of a unique drug to get cleansed of.

But, when he allows it, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, he doesn’t hide attraction toward you. In fact, he’s very open about it. With that “gentle” smile of his, a soft pat on the shoulder, and his famous nickname being whispered in your ear, you don’t realize till it’s too late just how wrapped you are in for now. You can’t leave.

Before you know it, he’s paying everyone around you to watch you. Your landlord, who cuts your rent in half. The new coworker at your job, who is too nice, is being so sentimental with your stress. That one neighbor moving in next door, always inviting you over for brunch. Anything that can help him with information about you, especially the sensitive topics that he craves to know.

Vladimir makes you rely on him, creating tough situations where you desperately need him. Controlling you financially and environmentally. Never having a reason to leave; holding his wealth, the power he has over you. He’ll buy the apartment complex you live in, hiking up the rent till it’s impossible. Have your bank foreclose your home. Being arrested for a felony you didn’t even commit.

But of course, Makarov is there, offering you money. Safety. A wait out, forms of security where you can trust him. Deceiving you in such a way, you’ll believe him. You belong to him; everything that is yours is his.

Though, if you are smart enough, digging around and truly finding out about his true intentions, it won’t end the way you’d like. The police simply won’t help. But you should’ve known better; since when have they ever been useful?

Vladimir likes to watch. Learning silently, watching you so perfectly. Calculating everything, viewing you, and how your world functions way differently from his. It can be innocent and dirty; flipping through images of you on the live CCTV makes him smile a bit too much.

Being a highly trained individual and a violent man, his patience runs thin. Breaking his rules always results in harsh and embarrassing punishments. Spanking, forms of isolation, and strips of privacy are his main go, too's. Any form of loss of control, for you, is an immediate satisfaction for this man. Even in order for him to “forgive you,” you have to beg. Make it up. Prove to him that you truly are sorry and you want to stay with him.

As your permanent husband, Vladimir is a very possessive and touching man. He always has an arm around you, either squeezing or just there. Standing in a room, anyone could know you belonged to him.

Behind closed doors, he loves holding your hand, bringing it to his mouth, and kissing it gently. Squeezing your thighs, pulling your legs over his lap as he asks about what you did while he was gone. Playing with the clothes of your fabrics, smelling your scent.

Jealousy is thick with Vladimir. He isn’t afraid to threaten, let alone shoot his own men if they make a move on you. Flirting, even talking or let alone touching you, is forbidden. You are his—seeing you a mess is enough to make him fucking angry.

Sleeping together when Makarov is at home, he happily sleeps naked. Curling in the expensive red bedsheets, curling and sighing at the better feeling. He’ll either be loosely spooning or tracing your tattoos or beauty marks. Or, if you want space, he still maintains slight physical contact by resting one of his legs on top of yours.

Believing his paranoia, fearing that they are correct, is more than enough to push him into an aggressive episode. He often has to check up on you, calling you urgently—asking to hear your voice. Helping him fall asleep.

If all is too much, he regularly asks his men to transport you somewhere else. A safer haven where he feels you are safer. Just do what he says, and everything will be okay, yeah?

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