If You're Using Gen AI Because "you Want To Make Art But Don't Know How/can't Learn/it's Easier/whatever"

If you're using gen AI because "you want to make art but don't know how/can't learn/it's easier/whatever"

You don't want to make art.

You want someone to make art for you, but you don't want to pay or exchange anything of equal value for it, and also you want it right now, in whatever style you fancy that moment, and in whatever quantity you want. You're greedy and entitled and it is just that simple. You don't want to make anything.

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marshallmereel

3 months ago

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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