#faun speaks

[faungirlbulge]

Why Beginners Should Start with SweetDream

If you've never made an AI girlfriend before, SweetDream is the gentlest on-ramp. The creation flow is clear, you don't need any technical know-how, and you end up with a companion who feels alive in just a few minutes.

It's also a good first choice because the quality won't let you down once you're in. The chat is natural, the visuals are lovely, and you can grow into the voice and call features whenever you're ready. sweetdream.ai meets beginners where they are.

[faungirlbulge]

I think tumblr is giving me a very skewed idea of what a princess does

[spiraledfaun]

Happy Pride to all the weirdos and freaks, the queers and the outcasts, the odd, the strange, the fantastical, the humans, the creatures, the gremlins, and the unquantifiable.

You are revolutionary and beautiful simply by existing. You are made of magic and share it wherever you go. Your whimsy, your fire, and your compassion can change the world. Stand firm for yourself and your community.

Even if you don't feel safe to express who you are yet, know that you are safe with me--whoever you are is what I will see. Even if all you can do right now is internally accept yourself, that is still an incredibly important step. There is always a place for you, whether you find that place or create that place.

Take up space! Experiment! Be silly, or be refined. Be loud, or be quiet. Be colorful, or be monochrome.

Be.

If you're looking for a sign, this is it. Remember what Pride stands for: fighting for the right to self-determine, the right to live your truth without persecution, and the right to openly love who you are. It is never too late to start.

Come join me in the grand tradition of breaking the mold--because what about us was ever going to fit expectations, anyway?

🖤💚Freak Pride!!💚🖤

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

I think i saw your monster au on cai might not be but i wanted to let you know just in case

I honestly don't know what "cai" stands for, but considering the last two letters I can only assume that it's one of those character AI things. If the species are the exact same, then yeah, chances are it would be my AU. If they have some variations, then chances are it's someone else's AU.

I know I haven't made my stance on AI clear, but I want to say it now: I don't want any of my work fed into AI whatsoever.

Period.

Look, I know I've slowed down quite a lot on how frequently I post any writing or responses or even art. It happened, and while I don't know if I'll post that much as fast as I once did, I'm slowly trying to get my motivation back and remembering why I enjoyed the series again.

But putting something I poured so much time and energy and love into any form of AI to generate stuff that I never would have written? It is disrespectful and hurts knowing that my work is being used to train AI to do what I spent my life working on improving...that I want to share with everyone.

Twisted Wonderland was the series that helped me find my drive to write again all those years ago before I ever created this blog. At that point my enjoyment of writing was at an all-time low, and I could not for the life of me write for ANYTHING I enjoyed. Yet I still tried, even if at most I could only write two or three words or even a sentence.

It was agony for me until I discovered this series, and suddenly...it was like a switch was flipped in my head. The words just flowed so easily like they had when I just wrote whatever I wanted and enjoyed the process. Sure, thinking back it was a little messy in execution and ideas being flung around, but you know what? I didn't care. All that mattered to me was writing something that made me happy and have the most fun I'd had in ages!

For the first time in years, I had found that joy that I thought I had lost due to anxiety and insecurity...and it was because you all showed me that my writing and silly skits were enjoyable to read.

Sorry, I honestly didn't intend for this to turn into a vent, but the idea of my efforts being used by AI to write stuff using my own words...just bothered me more than I realized. Thank you for letting me know about this. If anything, at least this allowed me to voice a clear boundary, and I hope everyone can accept it.

I love you all, and I'm so glad I've been a part of this community for as long as I have been--and hope to continue to be 💝🫂

[hex-fauna]

Is there anyone whose like a fandom historian or was around for the 16 year gap between the return of the Jedi and phantom menace and was heavily around the older fandom era of like zines and stuff, what was the fan concepts of Vader's wife/the twins mother before Padme was introduced? How many variants were there? Was there any popular concept that stuck around before getting abandoned when phantom menace finally came out? I'm so curious about this era of the mysterious wife/mother that people had to wait 16 years to see what was the like?

[mossgh0st]

It’s kind of crazy to think about how much life I’ve lived. I mean I’m 24, but I feel much younger and newer to the whole being alive thing on the inside. Like, I’m still a very small child inside.

But, other times, I feel totally ancient and like time has dragged on forever. I’m so tired and I can feel the years piling up on my shoulders. What’s funny about this dichotomy is that I’ve never felt like I’m doing the right thing in either instance, or that I’m a fully actualized adult person with a whole life left in either instance.

The chaos of the last three years both personally and with the onset of the pandemic has eroded a lot of who I thought I was, the plans I had set up or the goals I wanted to achieve. The hardest part of it all has been realizing that while I know I want something different than what I have currently, I don’t know what it actually is that I want. A lot of the questions I ask myself to figure that out have the same answer, “I don’t know.”

So much of my life has been lived with expectations and ideas of how things should be that were passed on to me by other adults in my life. Another difficult part of being an adult is breaking those molds, or abandoning the rigid structure I thought I needed to keep in my life, and figuring out what’s best for me. Maybe I don’t wake up at 5AM everyday and do ten things before I start work, or have a set schedule for chores. Maybe I don’t operate on a strict schedule, the way I previously thought I should, and that’s ok.

I’ve had to learn that I’m not here to live by anyone else’s standards, societal or otherwise. I’m here to live a meaningful life, whatever that means for me. I’m the only person living my life, so why would I try to live exactly like everyone else?

With that, here is a short list of what I want at some point in my life:

- Living with or near my friends, in the same city or state

- Moving to a city that is vibrant with many smaller neighborhoods

- Spending less time on my phone

- Working a job where I get to make meaningful and helpful things

- Creating a solid balance between work and hobbies

- Getting out in to nature with friends

- Feeling more energized and alert

- Travelling and learning about different cultures/histories

[faungirlbulge]

The burnt out chuuni wants to hold your hand if that's okay

[spiraledfaun]

thinking about showing up to a kink club with a fellow hypnokinky sub friend, and it's so so busy that we stick by each other the whole night, finding a spot in the corner, getting just a little handsy to pass the time but not so much that we look exclusive and occupied,

when a stranger with a pocketwatch comes up and asks if we'd like to look at it

and of course we both know what they're really asking, so we grin and say yes

the stranger starts to swing the pocketwatch in front of our faces, back and forth, catching a few of the colored lights dotting the dim club, capturing our focus

they're saying something, but the buzz in the room is so loud that it's hard to hear, so i just keep obediently staring, feeling the thoughts leak out of my mind one by one

until suddenly i come to, and my friend and i are wrapped around each other, kissing sensually while the watch swings above us, hands caressing and squeezing anywhere they can reach

i think about pulling away, about apologizing to my friend hurriedly and hiding my flushed face with my hands, about telling the stranger off for humiliating me like that,

but my eyes roll back up to the watch, still swaying in a constant arc, gently ensnaring my mind again, and i can't help but give in, locking lips with my friend, both of us so submissive and easy that neither can find the will to break away

eventually, the stranger would place themselves between us, reaping the doubled rewards of our hypnotically-induced lust, but i know that i'd find myself reaching for my friend every now and again whenever my trance would start to fade, the soft slide of their mouth against mine bringing me back down into the heady hold of the pocketwatch's sway, our familiarity and friendship at the forefront of our undoing

[faungirlbulge]

I wish I had a tombyoish little onahole fairy companion