it's morphin' time

“Why don’t we close up,” she suggests, straightening up and away from Rumi’s face. Rumi seems to shake herself out of a daze. “But it’s not time yet.” Mira shrugs. “It’s wet and gross out. No one’s gonna come by in the next fifteen minutes, and you seem like you could use a nap.” “I don’t need a nap,” Rumi murmurs, quietly indignant, but she doesn’t object when Mira starts stacking chairs. They sweep and mop quickly, and Rumi cashes out the register while Mira closes the cold case. It’s five minutes to 10:00 when Rumi locks the front door, pocketing the key and turning to Mira with an expression that’s truly striving for “normal casual girl”. “Well,” she announces, her voice two tads louder than necessary. “No Zoey tonight, but maybe I could walk you home?” “That’s okay.” Mira’s too absorbed with doing up the buttons of her jacket to give much thought to Rumi’s offer. “It’s cold out here. You should get going.” “It wouldn’t be a big deal,” Rumi tries again. “I have to meet Jinu later, anyway, but they don’t close for another hour, so, y’know.” She waves her hands awkwardly. “I’m free.” Jinu–that catches Mira’s attention. She focuses in on Rumi, who squirms under her stare. Maybe Jinu was the reason she’d been so out of it tonight. Maybe all their late-night meetups were eating into Rumi’s sleep. “What are you meeting Jinu for?” she asks suspiciously. Rumi looks anywhere but at her. “Yogurt?” She tries. Mira squints. Rumi’s eyes dart up to gauge her reaction, then back down to her feet. Mira squints harder. “Right,” she says, and the i sound stretches with disbelief. “Okay, then. We can walk-” Rumi’s face lights up. “-but we’re walking,” Mira continues, “to Saja Swirl.”

Wips under cut

A cat is a small creature in the middle of the food chain that is fully aware that you are a very large thing that could stomp its head in at any moment and yet it chooses to rest its tiny little head on your leg for a nap and spreads out on the floor near you exposing its belly and its most sensitive organs. It brings dead mice and bugs to you to share food.

Don’t you get it? This tiny thing trusts you. It wants to help you too. It licks your leg thinking that it’s helping. It kneads on you to find comfort. It shares its body warmth with you in the cold and gives you your space in the heat. It hisses at other mammals it sees outside including other cats in an effort to protect its family.

And I think this is true in general but now I'm talking about it in the context of AI.

If you don't enjoy making art and only care about the end piece and how it'll look and how much traction it"lol get online then making art is not something for you, find something you enjoy from start to finish.

Same goes for writing: if you do not enjoy writing and rewriting and then some more and instead want AI to write for you, being a writer is not something you should pursue.

Sure, not every part of creative process is going to be equally enjoyable but you should get satisfaction from solving the problems along the way and you should get a sense of accomplishment on your way of "making the piece yours" and you should have a sense of ownership once you are done.

Hello darlings!

I saw Imogen and Laudna fans make Imodnovember happen, so I figured, why not make something happen for Vexleth?

Whether you're an artist, writer, musician, or you have other skills, join us this February as we celebrate Vex and Kiki. Every day there's a new prompt, but you don't have to make something everyday! You could make one thing for the whole month, one thing per week, pick and choose the prompts that speak to you - there's no wrong way to participate!

@vexlethuary and tag #vexlethuary as you prepare this fine January and don't forget to use the @ and # when you start posting in February, too!

I'll try to reblog everything I can see.

As of January 7, 2025 we have 371 works on AO3 tagged for this pairing... let's see how much our lovely writers can bump that.