One Nice Bug Per Day
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Jules of Nature

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At that moment, he approached and stood opposite her, stunned—still the gentle young man she knew. Then he suddenly let out a bone-chilling low laugh, and in his eyes, she saw hatred once again.
The original version of this photo was extremely dark, and it should have been discarded as a failed shot. A friend of mine did the post-processing for it, so I want to express my gratitude to her.
One of the things that annoys me most about AI content that people who make it almost never disclose that it's AI content. Like I could be more lenient about it if they just made their little slop and said it's slop. I still wouldn't engage with it, but I wouldn't be nearly as mad about it.
But because they're trying to pass it as genuine, real content, it starts to feel like they're trying to spread disinformation on purpose. It starts to feel malicious and like they're trying to trick people for clout. That's what's making me so mad.
He lingered but a heartbeat before drawing back his hand, stepping away until he faded from the crowd’s gaze and merged into the velvet night.When the dust finally settled, he would resume his solitary odyssey—before the next fleeting haven of rest, a thousand years might pass, or perhaps such a haven would never come to be again.Floette kept her tiny palm pressed there still, wondering if that faint, lingering warmth could thaw even a fraction of all that coldness.
I may have stretched myself a bit too far in the pics—turns out, I’m really tiny IRL💔
When I sleep in an ill-fitting bed, I have to curl myself up...🌙🌌
"The war is over," he said, "no one will be left to fight ever again."
At first, the objects lay scattered across the floor, cramped and desolate. But then, everything drifted into its rightful place—each to its own, never to be questioned again.
I hope it looks like a headshot of a Japanese theatrical actor.🥺
Please battle with me
I want to try to draw her, for myself.
After AZ’s passing, Floette stays at the reception counter of Hotel Z, in a spot where it cannot be interacted with, quietly gazing at two paintings on the wall—one of a pastoral landscape,and the other a portrait of Floette itself.