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No because theres already a case of an actual artist being accused of doing AI art because their art is "familiar to the AI art style."
Theres already people who have gotten the AI to learn correct hand anatomy (albeit a bit wonky, but it's 5 fingers on two hands now.).
Literally what the fuck. This is the scariest shit. People now are teasing it to "hold objects" and "do complicated hand gestures" . My partner you and I both know in months time they will. This fucking sucks. It feels like theres no hope to stop this shit anymore aside from clients and art customers to FUCKING STOP AND LOOK CLOSER AT THE ART.
Like, please if you are commissioning from an artist, ask for like a psd. Or a .clip file. You cant even ask for a "sketch" because theres already programs able to simulate art progress, sketch to render. What the everloving tit shit.
So seriously can we stop to talk about just how absolutely amazing DesignDoll is?
shining through the city with a little funk and soul
what we’ve lost— loki laufeyson & thor odinson
summary: you were one of the finest asgardian deities. key word: were. until thanos got a hold of you and loki wished he could’ve changed the outcome.
pairing: loki x gender neutral sibling!reader x thor (platonic pairings only, none of that disgusting shit here)
warnings: au where loki didn’t die??mentions of death and replay of a death scene, grieving, major angst, sadness—the whole shebang with this one. major plot twist at the end, be prepared.
word count: 1.3k
author’s note: aaahh yes, a brilliant idea that was put together with the help of the absolutely brilliant and lovely @mobbucky, who is apparently out to shatter my heart lmao anyway, as always likes and reblogs (especially reblogs) are greatly appreciated, i just respectfully ask that you please do not repost my work and claim as your own!! —xo, morgan💙
Loki never regretted anything he chose to do. Or at least he never showed it willingly to anyone else.
But if he knew that the TVA would force him to sit through watching not only his mother’s death, but yours as well, making him relive the horror and agony he’d gone through being a first-hand witness to you having the life drained from your body by Thanos while he watched, himself helpless, held back by guards and unable to help you? He would take the Tesseract back and redo everything in an instant.
“Please, please turn it off…” Loki sobbed quietly, hoping that the TVA agent would give in to his pleas. After viewing his mother’s death, he felt stricken with an immeasurable sense of grief that made him feel as if his lungs were filled with water.
Silence. A loud, but deafening silence was all he was met with before the reel continued, showing himself, Thor, and you confronting Thanos on his own ship, and being taken down. Thor and Loki restrained while you fought Thanos, ready to give your own life to keep them alive.
“No!” Loki heard your screams from the film, “No! Stop it!” He watched as you kicked and screamed against Thanos’ grip. You hadn’t just given up like most would, you kept fighting; and that was the biggest attribute of yours that your brothers had always admired.
You clawed and kicked at the mad titan, your strength quickly fading as he held you in his clutches. “You’ll never be what you think you are! You will never be a leader! People will never blindly follow you!” You screamed, feeling a jolt of pain run through your body. You’d saved Loki’s life, but at what cost? What had you given up in exchange for your older brother’s life?
You’d put up one hell of a fight, one that even Odin would’ve been very proud of, and gave Thanos quite the competition, but in the end, your efforts proved to be futile.
“Oh little one, did your mother never teach you not to pick a fight?” Thanos sneered, his grip on your throat tightening just enough before throwing you against the dense metal wall of the ship, a final gasp leaving your lungs before your body slumped, seemingly lifeless in front of both of your brothers.
“Thanos! You son of a—” Thor bellowed, blinded by his own rage as he attempted to lunge towards Thanos, but couldn’t finish his attack before a harsh smack landed to his chest from the weapon wielded by a guard, and a mechanical encasement surrounded Thor, further restraining him. He was beyond angered at Thanos’ decision to kill you, but even more angered by the fact he’d been forced to witness it.
As the projector shut off, Loki had felt the effects of his mourning in the form of tears, which stained his cheeks and made him feel empty, hollow even. He wanted nothing more than to go back and take your place, if he wouldn’t be able to prevent your death.
You were quite younger than your brothers, and had been a bit closer to Loki than Thor— none of that was Thor’s fault though, just Odin simply thought it was fit for Thor to begin preparations for becoming king at a young age. Loki may not have biologically been a child of Odin like you and Thor were, but that never changed your perception of him when his true lineage was revealed.
Loki recalled all the memories of him teaching you his tricks since your mother never would, and him making you promise to not tell either of your parents about you learning magic.
It briefly brought a smile to his face, but that smile was quickly replaced with tears and rage, without even realizing the state he’d gone into. The table went flying across the room, papers from his TVA file scattering everywhere as he screamed, his grief overtaking him as he flew into a fit of rage, none of the guards daring to approach him until he’d finally simmered down.
Once Loki had finally settled and become more approachable, the guards had whisked him away and into a holding cell, where he’d be left to his own thoughts. A dangerous thing really, given that his mental status was the farthest thing from "good". His mind replayed the scene on an endless loop, like he was in his own personal hell. Every time he thought about it, he felt a crushing weight on his chest knowing that you were gone and it couldn’t be reversed, no matter what kind of magic he used.
Meanwhile, on Earth, your eldest brother Thor had been left to his own grieving. He hadn’t handled your death well at all, and he still wasn’t entirely over Frigga’s death either. He hadn’t been taking care of himself as much as he should’ve, in a sense, he became a shell of himself.
“y/n…” Thor smiled feebly, eyeing a picture of the two of you at a Stark party. He remembered that party well, when you’d nearly killed Tony for jokingly calling him "bubba", a nickname that you’d taken to calling him after hearing siblings use it on Earth. He grieved over you just as much, if not more than Loki did. You were the youngest, the baby of the family. You weren’t supposed to die before either of them.
Thor felt the rage build inside of him, and before he knew it, he’d summoned Stormbreaker and sent it hurling through the air, and buried the blade of it into a wall before resigning himself to his chair, where he sat mulling over what he could’ve done differently in that very moment; how he would have spared you if given the chance. He felt as if he’d failed as an older brother and it was the most devastating, crushing feeling he could ever feel; like he was there in that very moment only to watch you fail despite your best efforts and he couldn’t do anything to help.
And truly, how were either of them supposed to know what to do without you? Ever since your birth, it had always been the three of you; you did everything together from the time you were children and even as adults, you were still as close as any siblings could be no matter how many times you’d squabbled or disagreed with each other. The one thing that always remained constant in your lives was that you all had each other.
Loki wasn’t sure how long it had been since he was in that godforsaken cell. Hours? Days? Maybe even weeks? Time moved so slowly at the TVA, something that he hated with a burning passion as it only gave him more time to mourn and essentially lose his own mind.
No matter how many times he thought about it, he’d never be over it. He’d never not feel a sense of guilt and remorse that you so willingly gave your life for him when he was the one so willing to die if only to protect you and Thor. Truly, he’d felt sorry for anyone who passed by his cell and saw the scattered mess that lay within, a visual representation of what his own mind was like at that moment.
The dim, boring lights of the TVA establishment hadn’t helped Loki’s well-being either. All they did was remind him that everything was so dark and gloomy for him, like it had been storming for days on end with no source of light to be found. Loki was haunted by your memory, and it consumed him until he too had turned into a shell of himself.
But what neither of your brothers ever had even the inkling of an idea of?
You were still very much alive and well.
And you could see how they were handling your so-called death.