#ai’s writing is something else

[toxintouch]

how do you think the lis would respond if mc sheepishly asked if they could fondle their tiddies? (even mhin, even though i KNOW they'd shank a bitch.)

Here ya go, Anon!! :3 They pronouns & non-specific language/MC used. Suggestive, but no other warnings.

AIS:

Pretends he doesn’t hear them.

“Hmm?”  He holds a hand to his ear, a toothy little smirk on his face, his scarred eyebrow raised.  The way he’s making direct eye contact is an unmistakable challenge.

“You wanna what now, Sparrow?” 

He knows exactly what MC said and they can tell.  He just wants to see if they'll say it again.  They didn’t sound so sure about whatever that request was just now…

His smirk grows when– (if?? But c’mon he’s so clearly saying yes, please) –

His smirk grows when they don’t back down.  He spreads his arms out in invitation, haori splaying open.

He’s patient for as long as he can stand once they get their hands on him but it isn’t long before he finds himself grabbing them by the wrists, pulling them closer.  Pressing his palms against the back of their hands to encourage them to make full, firm contact.  Haven’t they been warned?  He’s awfully greedy.

(And: if he purposely presses their touch against his heart for a moment, no one needs to know but him.)

VERE:

He gives them a blank look– a look unsettlingly similar to his hungry, flat eyed stare.  Though, it’s gone in an instant–so quick they might even be able to convince themself that they imagined it.  One blink and his entire expression is different, his tail swishing elegantly and with a flourish that can only be described as pleased.

“Well,” he purrs, “aren’t you just adorable?  I did tell you to ask next time you wanted to touch…  Very well then.  I’ll reward your ability to follow simple instructions.”  He relaxes luxuriously into the cushions of the divan that he’s resting on.  “Come along, then.  Fondle to your heart's content.  Don’t leave me waiting.”  He beckons to them with a crooked finger, tempting them closer, a haunting echo of their first meeting. 

Survival instincts be damned…he did give them permission…

He breathes a chuckle out as they touch him, his mouth hot against their ear as he buries a grin into their neck.

In the space of another breath, he’s flipped the two of them, leaving them pinned against the divan.

“You didn't think you were getting a single thing for free from me anymore, did you?  Tut tut.  After you treated my generosity so callously before?  From now on, I’ll be expecting payment in kind.  Quid pro quo, darling.”

KURAS:

He looks at them, eyes crinkled with amusement.  “Am I to take it that your interest is academic?  Studying anatomy, perhaps?  I do have a few select texts I could offer you which you might find quite beneficial.”

The embarrassed look on their face seems to amuse him further, the corners of his lips tugging up as he takes in their expression.

“Of course, the benefits of a more hands-on method of scholarship should not be overlooked.”  He takes pity on them, beckoning them over as he takes a seat on the doctor’s stool, right next to the cot where they first met him.  He neatly removes his coat, folding it and laying it to rest beside him.  Despite their fears, he doesn’t start listing out the anatomical names for things as they lay their hands on him.  His eyes slip shut as they rest their hands on his  shoulders–he’s still so tall, even sitting on the low stool–sliding their hands down, admiring the sturdy form and shape of him.

His own hands come up, clutching around their waist with surprising strength.  His eyes are bright and intense as he looks up at them.  They expect him to say something but he merely squeezes them–Possessively?–

Like he might be able to trap them in this moment with him forever, through will alone.

He closes his eyes again; his grip loosens. His self-control back is back in its necessary place, and he finds himself repentant.

“Forgive me.  You are quite endearing.  I simply find you…difficult to resist.”  He admits.

MHIN:

You are so correct anon.  Shanked immediately.  But MC bonks their head into Mhin’s chest on their way to the ground, so…  Achievement Unlocked? Or, for MC’s sake, I’ll assume that they have earned a level of trust/intimacy with Mhin that makes Mhin a lil' less likely to get stabby.

Mhin’s eyebrows furrow as Mhin crosses their arms, physically creating distance between MC and their…

Mhin’s cheeks go a little red as they realize how obvious their body language is, their pale eyes darting to the side as they worry about what other things they’ve accidentally telegraphed to MC. How many of Mhin's true thoughts and feelings are they privy to...?  Shaking themself mentally, they quickly snap out of it, pinning MC with a pointed glare.

“If you value your life at all, you’ll never ask me that again.”  Mhin marches away.  “Staying at the Wet Wick–around Leander–has ruined your brain.  You need to get out of that place while you still have some grey matter left.”

. . .

Later, escorting MC back to said Wet Wick, ducking through the lesser known and narrower streets after a long day of following dead ends together, Mhin finds the thought ruining their own brain.  It must be the heat of MC pressed against them in the alleyway, the comforting, all-consuming scent of them, the memory of MC’s flushed face while they were asking Mhin’s permission...  MC’s much braver than them, Mhin thinks bitterly, so much more willing to let themself have what they want, despite their cursed hands.  Mhin sighs, stopping abruptly.  Turning.  Pinching the bridge of their nose.

“Look–you can–”

Mhin feels themself blushing all the way down to their chest.  They open their mouth and close it a couple of times, attempting to articulate what they want.  They make a noise of aggravated frustration.  Carefully–very carefully, and very slowly, so that MC knows exactly what they are doing, they reach for the bandaged hands at MC’s side.  They rest MC’s hands lightly on their chest, shivering as they feel the brush of fingers against their clothed ribs, thumbs pressing into their sternum.  They bite down a noise that would surely make them perish where they stand.  Stars above, how long since–

“...Does your heart always beat this fast, Mhin?”

“Quiet.”  They snap.

Wow Mhin.  Right there in the alleyway huh?  Well ok then. I see what ur about.

LEANDER:

The two of them are alone in the room at the Wet Wick, just sitting together innocently on the bed when MC asks.

Well–they try to ask.

He hears them start the question and his coat and shirt (and tiddie belt) are coming off before they can even finish.  He gives them a quiet chuckle, blushing as his shirt(s) get caught at his shoulders. 

Though the perfect way it frames his boobs might convince them he did it on purpose…

“You meant skin to skin, right?”  He laughs again, leaning back on his hands and looking entirely too appetizing–is he arching his back a little more than necessary? 

“I don’t mind at all! Though, if you could help me with…”  His eyes crinkle as he smiles at them, head tilted like a puppy, waiting expectantly.

They get up from the bed to help him discard his remaining topmost layers of clothing, standing above him in order to better assist.  His eyes are pinned to theirs the moment the fabric barrier is fully cast aside.  “I…can’t say this is a bad view,” he admits, eyes roving along their form, tongue darting out to wet his lips.  Then, more sincerely: “I’m glad that you asked me for this.  Don’t be afraid to touch, all right?  Nothing bad will happen to me, promise. Remember: whatever you want.”

They find themself feeling along the edges of his scar, tracing the line of it across his pectoral…  His breath catching when they accidentally scratch him a little with their nails (MC is just a little clumsy–that was completely unintentionally, really) is dangerously addictive.

“Ah... Anywhere else you’d like to touch?  It would be a shame to waste this opportunity…”

If they're feeling shy, he could offer a few suggestions.  He really, really wants to help in any way he can. :)

BONUS!ELYON:   “You can, but I will have to charge.”

[prodigal-sunlight]

What do u have against ai? :(

How much time do you have?

1. Generative AI is trained on the works of artists and writers without consent or compensation. It’s literally stealing from actual people. And no, it isn’t “learning like a real person” because it isn’t a real person. It’s a program that is incapable of creating anything new of its one. All generative AI is built on theft by corporations from small independent creators.

2. It uses considerably more power than most other current technology. Like, arguably it is worse for the environment than NFTs. The amount of water it wastes is absurd, the uptick in energy usage is absurd.

3. Corporations are salivating at the chance to cut creative people out of products. They don’t want to pay people for their work because they don’t respect art and artists. As long as we live under a capitalist system, people need to be able to own what they create and be able to provide for themself with their own skills.

4. The misinformation and disinformation generative AI can cause and has ALREADY caused is insane. People have had their faces and voices stolen without consent or compensation. People can generate believable deepfakes of politicians and social figures that will degrade the truth and potentially even damage our already messed up political climate. How would you feel if someone posted a realistic video of you praising a product you never bought? Or vouching for a politician you hate? Or saying you think all gay people should die?

5. This one is just personal, but I don’t care what a machine “makes.” Creativity is special to me because it lets you see the world through someone else’s eyes. Art of all kinds—writing, art, music, roleplay—is a kind of communication. I want to communicate with people, not an inanimate object mimicking what a person would be like. The joy of art comes from creation. Reducing it to only consumption is a disservice to all humankind.

Certain scientific fields have genuine uses for other kinds of AI, and I respect that. But Generative AI is built on theft and disrespect; at best its used for shallow art that someone didn’t care enough about to make themself, at worst its used for scams, disinformation, and stripping away even more of people’s rights.

I legitimately believe there is no current ethical uses for Generative AI. Will there be one day? Its possible, but I honestly find that unlikely. For now, though, if you are pro Generative AI, please unfollow me.

I may not be the most talented artist/writer out there, but I have enough self-respect that I don’t want people who see me as replaceable by machines engaging with my creative works. I put a lot of time, passion, and love into my work. Someone who sees that as equal in worth to something an algorithm spat out in five seconds is not welcome here.

[epickiya722]

In my opinion, if you have to use AI because you "can't write" or "can't draw", then that craft isn't for you.

Listen, if you find that you can't do that craft no matter how much you practice, LOOK FOR ANOTHER CREATIVE OUTLET.

Seriously, take it from me. I learned that drawing just wasn't my thing. My sister can do, but me? I had that stage of drawing character's hands behind the back. But the longer I got into drawing, the longer I realized it wasn't my thing. Writing though? I love doing it.

I even bake now from time to time.

Trust me, using AI isn't worth it for a craft you can't do. You're stopping yourself from finding a craft you can do, a craft you can do that you can express yourself through.

[krash-8]

have you ever sipped the galaxy like tea

[bythehearts]

not to bring tiktok drama on tumblr but like every time a ‘scandal’ comes out with one of these ‘production companies’ that make fan films i always hope we’re finally gonna discuss how they professionalize something that should be an hobbyist endeavor… and yet every single time i’m disappointed.

[capesandshapes]

Friendly reminder not to partake in nanowrimo via their website or engage with their organization this year.

There's so many alternatives to nanowrimo in so many different fringe groups that are doing their own novel writing challenges in November.

You can also make the decision just to do the challenge and not engage with the organization at all.

But please for the love of God do not partake in nanowrimo and continue to support them now that they have decided to voice their support for generative ai on top of all of their other bullshit as of late.

The truth of the matter is that AI can be an important aid for new writers and old-- dictation and AI proofreading tools can be important assets to so many different people. Provided that you understand the complications and limitations that that assistive ai can have. Not every single dictated word is going to come out perfectly, and there's not a single person in writing today who would tell you that grammarly, prowritingaid, and all the others are any substitute for a real editor. They're only meant to catch the larger errors and make an editor's job easier-- and their datasets have been polluted and become less effective over time.

Assistive AI has its own problems, and can grow worse over time depending on what it is, but it's not what has writers up in arms about nano this year.

Nanowrimo decided to endorse generative ai, which scraps the creative works of thousands of nonconsenting writers and throw it all together in a word soup meant to match up to a paragraph long prompt. They decided to hold on to the 55,000 words goal, knowing that for some people that would represent hundreds of hours of work, and for others it would represent five minutes typing to a chat bot.

There's so much less genuine work and resilience associated with writing a novel via generative ai. Forum posts of people struggling to finish their novels and seeking out support suddenly lose that gleam of human connection and understanding when someone is literally just a post down looking for tech support to help figure out why their automatic writing machine isn't doing the writing thing good.

And all of the ai crap was after it was discovered that a major member in the organization was grooming minors, and exploiting a forum space where young writers were encouraged to seek connection.

Fuck nanowrimo.

Go join one of the many queer, feminist, or poc spaces to write novels this year. There's literally a group for every single niche. Like there's not even just identity related groups, I'm pretty sure there's like a nanowrimo for Greek god retellings this year. Go find one of them and join them instead.

[skeletoninthemelonland]

hello! :) I was wondering after your series comes out will his Ai be back up??

Hello! :o

The BTC Springtrap AI won't be up even after the series comes out. I also deleted my character ai acc so I'm not making a new one. I don't mind if ppl make one themselves.

[pa-pa-plasma]

okay i just marathoned the entirety of ATLA live action & i might do an actual review of it explaining my thoughts more in depth, but the TLDR version basically boils down to this:

if you want to watch Avatar: The Last Airbender, just go watch the 2005 cartoon

[morathicain]

Me: Okay, I'll write crack for you guys this time.

Chen Yi: Watch me ANGSTING™ *continues to pour his feelings over the script*

Me: Wtf dude?! Ai Di, come and get your man!

Ai Di: *throws another bucket of angst over it*

Me: ...

[ageless-aislynn]

Eee, I just wrote a section in "15 Minutes" that I've had in mind since the beginning and it made me all

It's the very end of chapter 10, just for reference. 😉I need to finish up the editing and it's ready to be posted. Hopefully tomorrow or even later today, depending on how things go! (I'll link it here once it's up.)

Update: It's here!

[deoidesign]

Someone told me my comic reads like a b-rate monster movie, or a cw show.

They meant it as like, an insult, but this is actually the greatest compliment I've nearly ever received. Literally exactly what I'm going for thank you

[reubyocs]

❤️

-@nightwing-scp

Around him are people enjoying the blazing sun in as little clothing as possible. But here sits Avon, on a silly beach towel, with his office uniform still on. He doesn't understand why people enjoy burning every part of their skin on a crowded beach, doesn't that cause cancer? Wouldn't humans want to avoid this?

Out there, Avon's husband and his adoptive dad are having some fun in the ocean. They're both violently throwing water at each other and laughing hysterically, apparently that's a fun human thing too. Avon doesn't think that's fun, but he does find kitesurfing rather fun.

As he lays there continuing to roast himself in the sun, something sets his off his sensors. It feels similar to when he is in the presence of another one of his creators clones. Avon sits up, looking around the place for any indication of another clone- but there's no one present that looks like him. Another AI being? That can't be. In any case, Avon stands up, dusting the sand off himself as he glances around the beach, scanning each individual person. There's a lot of them to get through... maybe this other being will present themselves? Or maybe he'll find them...

[queen0funova]

The other day I had someone say they thought it sounded like I would be happier focusing on writing instead of coding (they're not really wrong but we're not getting into that)

I mentioned the comment to my dad yesterday and he responded with something that really pissed me off: "Well writing is going to become pretty obsolete soon thanks to AI like Chat GPT"

First of all, GPT is a stupid idiot. It can't even write a poem that doesn't rhyme when specifically directed to do so, or when it's told to remove the rhyme after failing to write a free verse poem in the first place.

It's never going to top human creativity. It won't make a rant about romantic attraction wrapped in a prayer to frozen yogurt. It won't pull off Amphibia's Rube Goldberg machine of Chekov's guns. It won't do a good job telling the story of a Latina, neurodivergent, bisexual girl. These are all human things that humans will do better than the stupid AI. I'm tired of people having more faith in Chat GPT than other people

[namesarehard123]

Today was the first day of Journalism bootcamp and I'm already so excited for Newspaper to start!

We learned a lot of stuff, but especially stuff about interviewing and it's just

I'M SO EXCITED

[blujayonthewing]

the problem with AI is that it sucks shit but its benefits are actually tangible; every idiot on the block wanted a piece of NFTs and crypto but they still died quickly because they just didn't have legs to get anywhere beyond the immediate unspecific hype, but companies very much can lay off a bunch of artists and writers who take days or weeks or months to work and replace them with a guy who can shit out AI trash in five minutes

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

my new thing is obsessing over a funny little guy for a few months before moving onto another funny little guy