#fuck ai writing so badly

[eternalera]

im gonna be honest for a moment... if you use ai to write your entire essay then you deserve to fail the class. like i know that people put their essays through ai for grammar mistakes and stuff like that and that would be fine cause i know some people with dyslexia struggle and all of that. but there are also real life people who would read and edit your essay if you just asked them to. yeah sure its not gonna be 100% but using ai is so cheap and youre not going to learn anything in the long run, youre just going to keep making the same mistakes over and over again and when you get into the real world low and behold youre not gonna do so well, with or without the help of ai. especially when youre meant to do the analysis of your essay. if you cant do that without the help of ai youre going to fail in the real world and im sorry but theres really no way around it.

ai is a combination of good and bad writing and advice, constantly fighting and battling each other ON THE INTERNET and remember that THIS IS THE INTERNET. youre meant to be cautious and youre meant to not trust everything thats thrown to you as it could be wrong. so why are we doing the same with ai? "oh but it has professional writing in the data therefore it'll create something good!" yknow what else is in there? random crap spat out by people on reddit and wiki just trynna fuck with people that the ai has looked at and went "yeah that seems about right". ai cant think and it cant distinguish. dont end up like it.

[oozeandgoo-art]

had an odd dream that i was reading a comic book. sketched a couple of the pages i could remember.

[solace-seekers]

every time i see an ai generated writing piece on ao3 i become approximately 10% more evil

[beekindtobees]

me, finishing writing something for school: phew, glad that's done :)) now i can relax-

every AI tool ever, apparently: but,,,,can i take a crack at it,,,,i just think i could do it better,,,,,can i reword that for you,,,,,yeah i know you worked on it and there is no reason for me to be apart of this,,,,but i wanna do it,,,,,🥺🥺🥺

[zamalie]

in high school i liked prowritingaid so much I had plans to Maybe Eventually subscribe once I had the funds and they enshittified themselves so quickly that i cant even justify using their free features anymore

[waitimnotstraight]

I cant believe that I need to say this again, but Sudowrite is NOT the company doing the scraping.

Sudowrite uses GPT-3. The previous it is a system built functionally off a GPT-3 model. This is the precursor model to the model chatGPT uses - GPT-3.5.

It is not actively scraping fics. It is not actively stealing. It is using an AI modeled after a previous, FINISHED scrape, which IS morally dubious, but it is NOT a current thing to worry about.

If you are angry it knows fanfic, good! thats productive! But Sudowrite is not responsible for it knowing fanfic in the first place, they are using an ai system that was trained on it in the first place.

theyre using the ai. they did not make the ai.

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[peachiekeaneart]

Yall. Sign and date your art.

I’m serious. Put your name on your art. Put your actual signature on it if you want. Write out the full date. Make it obvious and central so it can’t easily be cropped or edited out. Make it slightly fuzzy around the edges for good measure. Make it all sorts of colors, textures, make it hard to remove fromyour art. Ask yourself “if i was an art thief, how much time and effort would it take me to remove my signature?” If the answer is less than an hour than make it harder.

If ppl want a copy that isn’t covered in your name, make em sign a contract that it’s for non ai, personal use only and make em pay for it.

I don’t care how amateur you are. I’ve been physically signing and dating my artwork since I was 9 years old. Every single one. Bc my mom told me that was the best way to make sure everyone knew it was yours. It’s literally the only good advice my mother has ever given me.

Sign your art. Proudly put your name, username, date, what program you used, how much time it took, whatever you want. Make it part of the piece. Make it so obvious who made it. If your art is getting stolen anyway, why not make it as hard to steal as possible. If someone wants to steal your artwork that badly make em fucking WORK for it.

Put your name on it

[hapuchika]

FIRST TIME SMUT OKAY IM SORRY

18+ only pls if you’re younger avoid this?

Warning: Smut but also it’s really badly written I’m so sorry

Summary: a little misunderstanding Tony’s new AI leads to a pretty pleasant conclusion.

It’s not really dubcon because everyone has feelings for each other but they act on it before talking about it?

I wrote this in an hour and it’s my first time writing smut I’m sorry it’s not that great but I’m trying my hand let’s see.

X—X—X—X—X

“I think it would be better if we tell her now” Natasha told Wanda. The both of them sitting in the kitchen while Wanda made breakfast for the team.

“What if she’s too scared? What if she says no? What will we do then? I don’t think I can handle that rejection, Nat” Wanda replied to her girlfriend, not looking her in the eye.

“You know that’s not going to happen, malyshka” Nat assured her.

It was no secret that you were hopelessly in love with the witch and the ex-assassin. Everyone knew about it. You weren’t exactly subtle when it came to it. Always avoiding to spar with both of them, flushing red anytime somebody even remotely teased you about it. Not to mention the fact that Wanda could always hear your thoughts about the two of them, never failing to blush at just how utterly smitten you were. It was getting ridiculous, why wouldn’t you just tell them? Could you really not see how they were flirting with you? Did you think that they would let just anyone cuddle with them during movie night? How about the fact that in the event of a nightmare, both of them would leave their shared room and ask to lay down besides you. Was that not clear enough? Could you-

Ms. Maximoff. Ms. Romanoff. Ms.Y/L/N appears to be in distress and calling for the two of you. Tony’s new beta AI ‘Wednesday’ interrupted the conversation.

Her vitals indicate increased heart rate and raised body temperature. She also seems to be repeating your names.

Sharing a concerned look they both rushed to your room

They were about to knock when they heard a loud ‘FUCK’

Not waiting, they barged into your room without knocking.

You yelped as the two of them entered. They noticed you were trembling, face flushed, and practically hyperventilating.

“W-what are you d-doing here?” You stammered, wide eyes darting between the two of them. “Detka, Wednesday told us that you weren’t doing well and that you were calling for us” Natasha said as she sat down beside you, causing a whimper to come out of your mouth. She noticed how your knuckles were white as you gripped the bed sheets. She was about to put her hand against your forehead when she glanced at your unlocked phone beside you. As soon as she saw the app that was open, she realised where the slight buzzing was coming from and put two and two together. Hiding her smirk she glanced at Wanda, and pointedly looked at your phone. Wanda’s eyes widened when she realised what was going on and grinned. Wanda slowly made her way towards your other side.

“I’m- shit- I’m fine” You muttered weakly. Closing your eyes, trying so so hard not to combust on the spot.

Without you realising, Wanda had taken your phone and increased the vibration setting to the second highest.

“Holy fuck.” You eyes widened as your chest started heaving, gripping the bedsheets even more.

“What’s wrong kotenok?” Wanda asked with faux concern. Running her finger up and down the side of your arm.

“Nothing. Just.. p-please leave. I’d like to be alone right now” You said, not looking at either of them in the eye. Trying so hard not to come right there. The vibrator inside you not doing you any favours. Why the ever-loving fuck did you not lock the door. You were going to kill Tony and his stupid AI.

“Are you sure you want us to leave, malyshka?” Natasha asked sweetly, looking at you as if she was going to eat you up-

Nope. Nope. You can’t think like that. You weren’t going to last and thinking like that definitely wasn’t going to help things.

“Holy fucking shit” You exclaimed, as the vibration jumped even higher. (Thanks to wanda. Not that you knew anyway)

“You know..” Wanda started

“If we did leave right now.. there’s something that we wouldn’t be able to tell you” Natasha continued.

Trying hard to control your breathing but failing. You were so close. You looked up at them in question.

They both leaned right next to either side of your head, their warm breath tickled against your neck.

“This is what we wanted to tell you” Wanda whispered

Natasha looked at her smirking and bit your neck.

“Come for us, baby” Wanda stated right next to your ear.

That’s it. That’s all it took. With a scream, you came. Your back arching, waves of pleasure leaving you writhing on the bed as they both helped keep you still. You just kept on coming, screaming their names until your voice gave out.

“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl for us” Natasha praised against your ear, earning a loud moan. The vibration just didn’t stop, and soon enough, you were coming again. This time however, the vibration stopped.

You felt like you were about to pass out until you realised where you were and whom you were with.

Your eyes shot open as you began to apologise when you saw their hungry looks. Your words died in your throat. That’s when you saw your phone in Wanda’s hand.

“You- you di-“ you started weakly

Wanda shushed you.

“Just enjoy this sweetheart.” She said as she stroked your forehead.

“You’re not upset?” You asked feeling vulnerable.

“No, baby, we’re not upset. We were deciding to how to tell you that we feel the same way when Wednesday told us you were calling for us.” Natasha said

You blushed, turning your head into the pillow and groaning in embarrassment before you turned your head in shock at the two of them.

“Wait. You like me?” You asked, hopeful

“No baby” Wanda said chuckling.

Natasha slapped her arm when she saw your hurt look and hurriedly continued. “What she means is that we don’t like you, we love you”

Your lower lip trembled as you looked at them.

“I love you so much too” you whispered, each hand caressing their cheeks. Your heart melted when they both simultaneously nuzzled into your palms.

Unable to hold herself anymore, Wanda practically fell on you as she enveloped you in a hug, only pulling back when you let out a loud squeak. She looked at you in concern.

Your face burned as you explained “It’s.. um.. it’s still inside me”

Both of them looked at each other and laughed, much to your embarrassment.

“Guess we’ll have to do something about that” She replied with a smirk, slowly leaning towards your face.

You were going to kill Tony. Maybe just hug him too.

X—X—X—X—X

I’m not a writer and definitely haven’t done this before. Pls tell me if you liked it and all thank you for reading.

[lu-dao-writes]

— 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭 (𝘼𝙞𝙨 & 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧)

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 Don’t go touching random plants.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) Sex pollen, threesome, skull fucking, riding, dom Ais, needy Leander, gn!Reader.

𝘼/𝙉 Someone asked and I’m glad I was able to deliver lol. I’m giggling at this. But eat up and MINORS DNI!

Hopefully I didn’t write these two too badly!

It was only meant to be a hunt for herbs…

You and Leander had spotted Ais leaving Kuras’ clinic and the gang leader said he was grabbing some herbs the good doctor needed.

You offered a helping hand, and Leander had too much free time on his hands and happily tagged along.

“Alright, Sparrow, why don’t you look for sage. Let’s see how much you know,” Ais assigned to you with a simper.

“Sounds easy enough! I know what that looks like!” you reply confidently, striding off.

“And what about me?” Leander asks with his standard charming smile.

Ais flashes his teeth, looking at the Bloodhound leader with a raised brow. “Are you even familiar with herbs?”

“I’m a mage, Ais, of course I have some knowledge,” Leander says confidently, not bothered by the mocking.

“Fine. Fetch me valerian, echinacea, and clotsfoot,” Ais orders before walking off. He’s in charge of getting thyme, lavender, yarrow, and digitalis purpurea (the flower that reminds him of Vere).

You didn’t have to hunt long for the sage, picking enough for Kuras to have when suddenly an inviting smell comes to your nose.

It smelt of… Chocolate? Now that’s something new. You venture further, following the delightful scent until you come across pulsating, blue flowers all clustered together.

Now this was something! Flowers that smell like a sweet treat sounds wonderful! They’re so beautiful, and with each step you take the flowers seem to sway, as if dancing…

You get down on one knee and reach out to gently touch one of petals, soon leaning down to smell the flower a little more when there’s a sudden shout.

“Sparrow, get away from those!”

You flinch back and see Ais sprinting towards you.

“Wait why?!” you squawk, getting up, but it’s too late. Suddenly the flowers shoot out large streams of gas, your surroundings soon getting hazy.

And just your luck you trip.

“Shit!” Ais curses, diving into to get you.

You grip onto him but something seems to have your ankles hostage? You’re accidentally falling once more and taking Ais down with you.

“Leander, where the fuck are you?!” Ais barks out, trying to once again get you and now himself up off the ground.

Leander’s muscled form soon breaks in and he sends a blast of magic just a few spaces behind you both, burning the flowers to a crisp, and creepily enough you hear them actually screaming.

He hauls you and Ais further away before sending another blast of magic, not stopping until all the flowers are gone. Soon the fog slowly dissipates and bits of glowing green fire cling to the other flora, the fire soon dying as well.

“Shit,” Ais curses again, his chest heaving. He looks at you and your hardly able to stand, your eyes rapidly blinking.

Your skin feels tingly and you feel extremely flushed, your legs almost feeling numb.

“Yeah.. We better hurry somewhere other than here,” Leander mutters, his face red with blush.

“What… The hell was that?” you pant.

“That, Sparrow, was flower you most definitely shouldn’t have touched,” Ais huffs.

“Well no shit, Ais!” you gripe. “But are we gonna die!?”

“No,” replies both men.

“Those flowers are a natural aphrodisiac, but they’re very dangerous, especially if you don’t get rid of them,” Leander supplies with a nervous smile.

You blink once. Twice. “You’re fucking kidding?”

“‘Fraid not,” Ais mumbles.

And you’re not clueless to what that entails.

And that’s how you end up in this position.

Ais gripping your head as he drills his thick cock into your throat, his red eyes clouded with lust as he stares straight into your soul.

And Leander has your hips in a death grip as he braces his legs and fucks up into you desperately, lost in his own pleasure and the haze and greedily enjoying your warmth as you squeeze the life out his poor aching cock.

He’s whining and moaning about how good you feel, greedy fucker having cummed so many times in you already while Ais has only came once down your throat.

But not to worry, you’ve cummed too, Leander touching you and his cock hitting the right spot. It has you seeing stars.

Ais soon grunts and pulls out from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting from your lips to his dick. His thumb resting on your bottom lip as he fists his cock rapidly. “Keep your pretty mouth open, Sparrow.”

And oh, he moans and groans so prettily as he cums, his head slightly thrown back.

Your tongue hangs out to catch some of the thick, white ropes that spurt from the angry red tip of his cock, the rest splattering on your face and some even in your hair, but you couldn’t care less.

Leander moans loudly, busting another load into you, and he has enough stamina to help you finish as well, your body shuddering and your hole squeezing him again, causing him to drool a little with tears clinging to his lashes.

Poor Kuras won’t be getting those herbs anytime soon…

[animentality]

not to be a boomer, but I do worry about the current generation of kids being raised with iPads.

first off. some of them literally can't hold a pencil because their parents never gave them physical toys to grip and play with, developing their fine motor skills.

you might ask why do we even need to learn how to write physically anymore- well, frankly, because if you're stranded on an island somewhere and you need to write HELP, you might not have the strength to hold a pencil, but you can at least hold a stick.

but on a more general note.

writing by hand helps you remember things better. it forces you to focus in a way that typing something word for word does not. a person can transcribe what a professor says without even thinking about it.

someone writing notes has to consider what to write and what to omit. it also activates more parts of your brain, forcing you to flex the parts of your brain related to learning and communicating, while also engaging the part of your brain dedicated to muscle control and precision.

but in general, I think the issue isn't even oh technology is bad and kids are getting dumber.

you can have PowerPoints AND take physical notes. that could help you learn even better than the olden days where you just had to remember everything that was thrown at you. or read very limited, out of date books.

the problem is that the generation that raised/is raising this generation of children just doesn't understand the true impact that all this technology will have on their kids. or they just don't care.

because our generation had the internet yes, but it wasn't widely accessible for most of us, sharing our computers with the entire family in the kitchen. it was also the internet in its infancy, where it wasn't quite so predatory, when it was lawless and disturbing, yes, but it wasn't weaponized by corporations trying to sell you things and steal your data, it wasn't flooded with bots and ai and all sorts of things that the human brain can't even distinguish as real or fake, especially when you're just a little kid.

that generation still played with physical toys. we celebrated when it snowed and we could stay home.

we also came from a gen that still, vaguely, cared about some form of community and had third spaces for kids to hang out.

90s children, who still had some memories of both playing outside on a playground and playing Mario Kart on the Nintendo 64 with their friends, who both went out to the mall and had a club penguin account.

we grew up with laptops and smart boards. maybe some of us had them in high school or college, but we still physically went to class and developed relationships. learned uncomfortable things about ourselves and others, the way humans do.

met new people and were exposed to new ideas, away from our parents. but not from some fucking influencer trying to sell us Sephora products.

we had to study for things, instead of just being able to Google shit for some bullshit online test.

which is also something that really concerns me. so many kids today can so easily Google answers for every test, and while tests don't ultimately matter in the real world, they still provide some basis for things that do matter.

like I'm just imagining medical students googling how to perform an appendectomy on the day of, and just using a YouTube tutorial to guide them through, and shuddering.

there are some things that the Internet can't teach you.

there always will be.

but I don't think my generation is really helping their kids find the balance that we were given naturally growing up.

the boomers and gen xers had fist fights and we had bullying someone online until they committed suicide.

and now kids use AI to spread fake nudes of girls.

but the laws haven't caught up with a lot of this stuff yet, and certainly won't while we have dinosaurs running our government. and culture takes even longer to change than laws.

I also worry because I know how badly covid affected kids worldwide. how they struggle to read and do math, because remote learning just isn't good for kids.

and I can't even blame them!! I literally teleworked for 4 years and even I can admit that I'm not nearly as good at focusing at home as I am in the office.

it's hard for kids with social anxiety and disabilities, yes I know, I know, trust me, I have social anxiety, and as a hybrid worker ATM, I highly doubt I'd be able to handle 5 days a week in the office.

but it's also not particularly good for kids to stay home ALL the time, entertaining themselves in their room and never being challenged, and never meeting people other than their parents.

the iPad is more of a symbol of that problem than the direct problem.

if your entire... world view is limited to what you can see on your iPad... I mean what a terrible world view you'll have.

you're a 10 year old using TikTok and all you ever see is the same opinion over and over until you can scarcely comprehend people who have an opposing opinion.

you see fake videos that seem so real. that must be real, and so comforting, aren't they, those videos that seem so real?

you let 30 year old influencers who are trying to grift people shape your world view.

and it's not even your fault.

your parents aren't doing anything to help you.

you're young and you're being barraged with entertainment and fake educational videos and how to guides that accidentally create mustard gas in your toilet.

your parents should be teaching you to find a balance between these things. they should be telling you what's real and caution you about the things you see.

they should limit your fucking time on the iPad actually. take you to a fucking park and let you roll in the mud or some shit.

and then when you're a teenager and a young adult, then you can start deciding for yourself what you believe.

but a lot of these weird millennial/gen z parents, man. just let your 1 year old scroll through vids on TikTok while you don't even talk to them or look at them once.

maybe it's because they don't see the harm in it, but I don't get it.

adults can watch TikTok all day and know, ahhh this is bad for me. I'm not doing anything I actually want to be doing.

adults can see other adults doing dumb shit and say ah you're sponsored. someone paid you money to say and do that. silly.

but kids are just kids.

they don't have discipline and frankly, that's not their responsibility. that is yours.

you should be teaching them that they can't have everything in life at their finger tips at all times, actually.

the iPad doesn't solve all of your problems, nor will it think critically for you.

so I worry about if humanity can really keep up with its own technology.

our species is still in its infancy, believe it or not.

so maybe these are just growing pains, and future generations will be able to look back on this era and know the proper balance.

but as someone living in 2024.

I wonder just how much pain is left before we really mature and either make it or break it.

[complimentarysadist]

How to write a narc  (someone with little to no empathy)

-by a narc (I have NPD)

The way I write characters is by getting into their head so I´m going to attempt to put you into mine, let´s go.

Step 1: You´re a human person surrounded by badly written NPC´s

They´ll talk to you and sometimes be nice but there are things that they do that always remind you of the fact that you´re not talking to a person and instead to a bloody AI. These things include: playing into any stereotype ever no matter how dumb, doing some empathetic shit for not-you thereby being cringe/woke/a good christian girl(derogatory) because why help AI, being rude to you on any level (because how dare you insult the player character)

Step 2: You only feel good being kind/empathetic to people if they are NOT an NPC, otherwise it’s a chore

I know that a loooot of you are nice to NPC´s but you have to remember that it takes a lot less effort to select dialogue boxes and walk to places virtually. It´s miserable wording things politely and taking time out of your day to help someone with their homework when you KNOW they don´t even have real feelings.

Step 3: Consider the implications of the last 2 steps

Think about how miserable and lonely you are going to be because of your dumb, meaningless delusion. Even after a good day, you won´t feel like you have any meaningful connections in your life. You´re probably going to be (or feel like) a loner. You´re going to feel empty inside and lash out randomly because nobody understands you (even if they pretend otherwise) and at least bullying NPC´s makes you feel better because their inhumanity is the cause of your pain (totally not ur delusion don´t worry about it).

You ´re going to blame the NPC`s in your life for wanting so much and giving so little, not because they are giving so little but because they could never give you enough to convince you they are human. Think about how effective conservative media would be you. Think about how high and mighty you might feel if you joined a hate-group who hate on NPC´s that fit into stereotypes you particularly dislike. Think about how you wouldn´t even introspect about how horrible of a person you are because no NPC could ever judge you enough to make you change and no NPC could ever suffer enough to make you reconsider.

Step 4: This sucks, you NEED to find another Player Character

Predictably, this is going to make any relationship a minefield for them and detective work for you. You have to decide to what degree you think this AI is human and they have to constantly tiptoe around your wild negative assumptions (that maybe you verbalised or maybe they assumed bc they are used to them) lest you won´t treat them like a person. Keep in mind that step 2 still applies and verbalising your wild assumptions is effort AND it would make you look bad.

Step 5: Give up (if you´re going the evil/tragic route or whatever)

You didn´t find anyone! Idk, I never got this far. Probably double down on the hatred and try to bond with people that way because at least its an ego boost?

Step 5 but different: Find a PC OR find them-lose them-find someone else-repeat

This can be achieved via a subversion to your dumbfuck list of stereotypes (gamer girl who is good at games and is smart) OR by being admired or complimenting or your struggles being recognized OR by them immediately calling you out for all of your bullshit a week after you started dating in a manner so bizarrely vicious that it makes you feel some kind of way about it. Like, I didn´t think my wife loved their friends enough to abuse me like that but, fuck, I´m here for it, that´s hot.

This might be a temporary exception to your delusions, like, the detective game still applies unless you´ve fallen really super self-destructively hard for them, think: “oh, god, I´ll do anything just don´t leave me only-other-player-character-kun PLEASE!!”.

Step 6: Consider the implications

You´re going to want to be loved and accepted by this person for who you are. Unfortunately for you, who-you are is probably an NPC abuser. You are going to NEED them to validate the things you´ve said and done or at least like you despite it- lest they are siding with NPC´s and what kind of player would do that. You are going to need them to understand where you´re coming from and all the stereotypes that make these NPC´s non-human. You are still going to judge them and doubt their humanity- unless you´ve really truly fucking fallen for them like I did, at which point you´ll excuse almost anything.

You are also going to want love, without knowing how to sincerely show love. This one hits kinda close to home for me, idk how to explain it. I was never really sincere with people before. I mean, NPC´s could blackmail you with that shit, you know? Who knows what NPC´s are thinking! I have no idea!! It was pretty cringe, in hindsight.

Step 7: Unrealistic but valid character development

Did giving up everything for my wife make me a better person? Vaguely yes but I still have a personality disorder. You cannot cure a personality disorder. Unless it´s borderline, those people can improve like a lot, bless them. Anyway, this is fiction so you can actually totally ignore this fact and just do whatever, you know? Go live your dreams, cure everybody’s lack of empathy. Live your life fully and joyously and write what you would want to read because anyone who thinks your cringe is fucking wrong and that is a PROMISE.

And that´s pretty much all I can think of right now. Idk, repost with questions? If you have any? Also compliments, I mean, can you even imagine the ego death I´ve lived to share this for clout? To prove I´m better than other narcs? And more charitable? God, I´m so awesome and cool, it´s unbelievable.

(also, I don´t have antisocial personality disorders, that´s different. Those ppl can´t feel regret plus don’t do the empathy- I think? I don´t have that so idk shit about that.)

[duckprintspress]

Sorry for being a little in the dark, but can you explain what happened with NaNoWriMo? Or at least point me towards some resources pls?

Hey anon!

Never apologize for that. Life is so fucking busy, no one can be apprised of everything going on all the time. Our brains would break even trying. Anyway, multiple things have happened with NaNoWriMo, but for the current debacle, the best answer is probably to read their own words as appended in a reblog to my original post about how to delete.

The TL:DR is, to paraphrase NaNo's own words (after they got a sponsorship from ProWritingAid, an "AI" company), they support using "AI" as part of NaNoWriMo, accusing people who disagree of being ableist and classist.

Having read both their statements, they at least imply that they mean "AI" such as grammar checkers, rather than generative "AI," but they don't actually clarify and it's at best ambiguous if they include generative LLM as being allowed and reasonable. When people got upset with them, they doubled down, saying things like "not everyone can afford an editor," which as someone who personally couldn't afford an editor and so taught myself to edit at a professional level over ten years, I'll own I find a fucking insane and insulting take. A lot of us worked our asses off to learn these skills, and it's not classist to suggest that other people...can learn too. But also...like...if I was certain they only meant grammar checkers, I might be a bit more forgiving (I mean, I use Word's grammar checker, though it's often wrong), but which LLM usages they're actually defending isn't clarified and they jump right to defending their position by tarring people who disagree with them as -isms, and that's some kinda bs argument right there.

To be clear, I think policies banning people from using LLMs in events like NaNoWriMo or on platforms like AO3 is an exercise in futility. Bans are unenforceable, and attempts to moderate will turn into harassment tools. The line between "work written by someone who isn't proficient yet" and "LLM" isn't clear, and policing that line would consume huge amounts of moderating effort for basically no benefit. IMO, for places like AO3 the best bet is simply transparency, as in, people using LLMs should fucking tag it.

To be clear secondarily, putting my "I own a small Press" hat, if someone sends us something verifiably LLM-generated, they will be permanently banned, but honestly, even something I can't verify as LLM-generated, like. Won't be good writing. It might be technically precise but an LLM can't generate a coherent story because it can't think or remember. It's just a word-probability engine. We've never had an LLM-generated submission to the best of my knowledge, but if we did, well. Ban hammer.

Anyway. Sorry. I got off topic. The point is, NaNo basically said we were all ableist and classist because we want people to write (even if they write badly!) for the...write a novel challenge.

And this made a lot of people very angry.

[whatremained]

i cannot fathom why people would use ai to do about… anything. besides the environmental impacts of ai, which are horrid, it’s putting people out of jobs which harms an economy for most besides the rich. i do not understand what kind of fucked brain a person has to had to prefer a free badly made generated images that are so unalive compared to a 60 dollar commission with beautiful detail and it looks like something only a human could ever do. and if you can’t afford that, pick up art yourself. it’s a skill to be learned. you CAN learn it. you should not use ai. i also do not understand wanting to lack an education by using easily detectable robots on essays. if you use such, it’s obvious that you lack motivation and likely the intelligence to actually sit down and write something, whether it be creative or not. it’s still better than using a robot to write your essays. my small rant going on, individuals who use ai are the laziest people on the planet. they are so lazy that they refuse to pick up a skill, one needed in daily life no less, and decide to use things that are actively harming the planet and the livelihood of others more than taking out a notebook and actually writing or drawing.

[sir-maxwell1]

Generative AI and AI that feeds off people's voices and writings are disgusting parasites and leeches of the creative society that should NEVER be encouraged to keep going. So many artists loudly tell you how they hate that their work, their voices are being stolen, yet you all don't care, because "But funny memes!" or "I can make them sing or read stories!" None of you ever listen and some of you even say "Haha they deserve it." like do you hear yourselves?? Do you care about anything but your own desires? "But I don't get money from it :(" you are feeding the global machine where any weirdo can randomly pick a voice and make someone say something gross, bigoted, false, anything. This can ruin people's careers and lives.

AI bros never treat artists kindly, no matter the field. And now even artists of one media treat artists of another media badly. There's no respect or ethics anymore I feel.

Fuck AI. Fuck anyone who supports it and encourages it. Make AI do something actually fucking useful instead of parasiting off of creative field.

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

I swear to god every time I come on here to post my silly gay stuff there’s always someone (ALWAYS ANONYMOUSLY TOO) talking shit about one thing or another.

I know I should not pay them any mind but I just need to vent —

I take a long time to write because inspiration is a bitch and, ONCE AGAIN, I am doing this for FREE. You bitchless losers want to read about someone turning you into a pretzel so badly, which is something I can respect, but when you’re bitching about it in my inbox I have to laugh. 💀

You want me so bad, huh? Want me to write about you getting fucked by a fictional man in graphic detail because you’re a talentless fuck who can’t write and use Character Ai to forget the fact that you’re an impatient, lonely, loser.

Who the FUCK do you think you are to come into MY inbox to whine and whine and whine about me taking forever to write?

Then some bitches are nagging in my ear about me fetishing transmasc — motherfucker I’M a transman 💀

I haven’t had bottom surgery, never plan on it either, and I love my boypussy so I’m sorry YOU hate people being happy but that’s on YOU.

I will continue to write ftm!reader getting his bussy wrecked.

“Oh, but you only write ftm!reader being submissive to cismen!”

WHO SAYS THEY’RE CIS? 🤨 This is fanfiction, for all we know, Gojō Satoru is a transman with bottom surgery. Did you think of that, huh? You bitches try so hard to label me as a fetishizer while your ass is on TUMBLR 💀

And if you don’t want to read bottom!reader then fucking scroll past??? I am not responsible for what Tumblr shows on your feed, you curate that yourself, dumbshit.

Just let me breathe, dawg 😭

[beetheyapper]

40 Instances of Chaotic Academia in My First Semester of College (YAY!)

I've had this cooking for months now, so I hope it's somewhat enjoyable. If you don't think these things are chaotic academia, I would like to firstly make it clear that I am a student at a university pursuing a degree in English, so everything I do at school is kind of inherently academic. Some of these, though, I admittedly am just sharing because I find them funny or ironic. Yay for entertainment!

This list spans my entire first semester of college, so it is quite extensive and I've hidden it with the cut. If you decide to look through, I hope you can get a giggle out of my agony. Thank you for your time <3

Chatting eagerly with my creative writing professor as she moved to the next class she had to teach—she was probably slightly annoyed by my presence, but willing to humor me as we climbed down flights of stairs—about my desire to be a writer and professor like she is. I want her job. I want it badly.

Hanging out and studying on the Quad (a plaza of sorts in front of the campus's main library) and getting acorns THROWN AT ME by a squirrel

Writing an entire essay as I was attacked by the aforementioned squirrel. The style of essay was inspired by Ross Gay's novel, The Book of Delights, which I read for my creative writing class, and yes, the squirrel was discussed.

Reading a passage from my American Literature homework aloud to my roommate to see if maybe she could grasp what the fuck it was saying. I gave up on this reading after pouring over it for about twenty minutes with only the slightest comprehension. (I hate the puritans)

Entertaining myself after my roommate has gone to sleep by watching video essays

On that topic, finding a video essay that I wholeheartedly disagreed with, and was moderately peeved by, and still watching it until the end.

Cutting up an old Van Gogh-themed calendar and using the images as wall decor.

Hanging a poster print of The Kiss by Klimt on one wall in our living room, and across from it is an awful drawing I made of "Micarus."*

This one is kind of just chaotic and sacralige, but the magnet hanging on our fridge of what appears to be an ai-generated (I know, I know. It was in Five Below, okay?) image of Jesus dunking a basketball. On it are the words: "He Is Rizzen"

My inability to refrain from writing the most attrocious run-on sentences

Having about 15 tabs open at all times on my laptop. It's astonishing that it hasn't crashed on me yet (someone knock on wood for me please—none of the wood in my dorm is real)

Joining the only student-run publishing press in the country in prose & poetry editing and acquisitions. IM HAVING SO MUCH FUN.

Having friends over for my 19th birthday and making them play Clue because it’s my favorite board game. Then, after everyone went home, going to the club with my older sister just to dance

Spending all of my dining dollars on coffees and teas to sip on and get me through study sessions/morning classes

Writing an essay at a football game because I’ll be damned if I miss it but I’ll be even more damned if I fail a class

Going to the library to study only to get absolutely nothing done because I accidentally spent the entire time rambling

Cranking out a wonderfully-written, two-page essay in an hour the day it's due only to FAIL because I accidentally submitted it as a .docx instead of a .pdf and my professor took FIFTY PERCENT OFF for that.

Going out to coffee with my American Literature professor because not only is it an extra credit opportunity in the class I bombed the essay for, but also just because I want to talk about literature

Watching an entire video essay breaking down "Nature" by Emerson as I do my makeup before class

Acting like a victorian child dying of the plague because I got an upper respiratory infection that lasted like two and a half weeks.

Using one of the shelves in my closet to hold my books because I unfortunately do not have an actual bookshelf

Having four seperate items related to Edgar Allen Poe. I love that sad freaky man

Having Daisy Jones and the Six in between The Picture of Dorian Gray and Pride and Prejudice on the aforementioned “shelf”

Getting myself a journal from a local bookstore that looks like a fancy hardcover edition of The Great Gatsby

Stressing over my American Lit midterm and studying with two friends for it at a local coffee shop for like six hours.

Having to make a dramatic video inspired by a verse of “Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman. I made it the day it was due 🙂‍↕️

Going the ENTIRE semester without my glasses because I couldn’t find them, then finding them my first day home for winter break.

Going out to the gay bar with my friend, sleeping over at her dorm, and then binge-watching the entire Hobbit trilogy the next day as we analyzed all of the differences between the films and book

Attending a “gala” on a whim, not realizing it was being hosted by the local ballroom dancing group. i showed up tipsy and overdressed

Constantly complaining about the architecture of the buildings on campus because there’s one that looks really cool and has a lot of intricate architectural elements, and then the rest are mediocre

repeatedly visiting the oldest building on campus (which has been turned into a museum) not only for the history and aesthetics of it, but also partially just to hold the sword

changing my autocorrect settings so that my acronyms turn into (roughly) shakespearean english. (example: “omg” becomes “O, by mine own holy grace!”) i did this for no reason other than I Thought It Would Be Funny. my actions plague me to this day.

repeatedly pondering changing my minors (so far I have gone world lit -> creative writng -> creative writing + latin -> creative writing + world lit)

making tomb stone decorations for halloween of famous gothic/horror authors

a continuation of the previous one, accidentally writing "Bram Stroker" instead of Bram Stoker. who stroking they bram rn

sitting in a coffee shop and writing fanfiction that I will never publish on ao3 purely for my own enjoyment. i should have been studying

talking to random french people** about literature and poetry even though i was supposed to be talking about something else

trying various new coffee shops around town because i'm a freshman and i'm trying to find the spot

telling myself i was going to set aside an hour every day to read (in an attempt to finish the many books on my tbr) and failing after like two days

quoting (from memory) "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe verbatim to my boyfriend in the middle of the night because we were holding a flashlight under our faces like kids telling ghost stories

*Micarus was born from a discussion about Icarus between me and my roommate. She accidentally said "Micarus," and after a shared chuckle at the thought, followed it up with "Mickey Mouse when he flies too close to the sun."

**for my french 102 class I had to do a few "TalkAbroad" sessions which is essentially just a zoom call with a french speaker of your choosing