aight im really sick of my mutuals being accused of ai over and over again and them having to defend themselvesโwhich in and of itself is such a tedious task for writers who come on here to share their craft for free and genuinely for the love of the gameโbut since everyone wants to continuously be fucking stupid as hell, hereโs some general notes on picking up whether something is ai or not:
shockingly, you have to fucking read thing youโre accusing of ai to figure out whether itโs ai or not. no, the use of em dashes (โ) are not a giveaway for ai use; no, the phrasing โitโs not x, itโs yโ is not a giveaway for ai use. oftentimes the biggest giveaway in fiction/creative-focused ai writing is the emptiness behind each word, metaphor, figurative speech, etc.
one of the hallmarks of great fiction or any form of creative writing is generally the voice an author brings to the text. think about your best friend telling you a story about their day over facetime or while you're hanging out or even on a discord call idfk. the story could be the driest, boring story you've ever fucking heard about someone's worklife, but it's the way your friend tells it to you that keeps you hooked and engaged: what was about some bitchass customer ordering the stupidest coffee order becomes this odyssey-like adventure because ur friend, endearingly, can't stfu! they're using such animated language, they're playing with pauses and pacing, they're bringing out this voice that is so uniquely theirs that the world from their eyes simply is a different color than you'll ever get to experienceโand that's what makes it so interesting. a 5-minute interaction becomes a 2-hour conversation simply because your friend can tell a story.
so when you're reading some fic about idk bruce wayne dicking you down or whatever, what's keeping you there, besides the smut content, is the way the smut is written. does the writing leave room for you to get immersed? are you engaged with the story being told? does it fucking make sense? obv in a smutty bruce wayne fic, you're not going to see phrasing like "it's not x, but y" (could you imagine.."it wasn't his hand, but his dick" how erotic!), but the potential use of ai would come in through flattened language that doesn't make much sense given the narrative being told. although, given most llms today (maybe other than c.ai? idk how that one works tbh), you probably won't be able to get explicit smut generated off of fucking chatgpt or claude but to give another exampleโthis time, fluffโyou'll have to discern whether the fluffy 'jason-todd-taking-u-on-a-bike-ride' fic makes any fucking sense when you read it. yes, it has em dashes, but does it also have emotion? are you walking away from that fic feeling moved in any particular way? are you smiling like an idiot because the writer described holding onto jason todd's waist at a stoplight as if it was a fucking washboard or an omnichord where your fingers got lost in the melodic touch? yes, thinking of someone's waist and abdominal muscles as a fucking musical instrument is odd, but does it make sense within the realm of the paragraph? if it comes out of nowhere, sure! but if the writer turns that around and goes on a brief ramble about how loving jason todd is a musical feeling of some sort, it's not all that odd at the end of the day, is it? essentially, you have to (a) read and (b) use your brain.
ergo, instead of seeing an em dash and yelling "witch!" maybe ask yourself, as you read:
does this fic have the same vibe or linguistic voice as the others, or is that changing every fic?
does the figurative language used make any sense given the context of the story?
do the metaphors make sense or is it just straight bullshit?
does this read like a corporation tried to think about what i'd like as a consumer, rather than a reader?
does the language here feel very much like the writer is trying to sell me an idea, rather than tell me a story?
an important thing to note: the unfortunate reality is that within a year or two, ai will be almost indistinguishable from human-created writing. itโs the shittiest reality-check youโre gonna have to reckon with today, tomorrow, next month, next year, etc. but itโs here, itโs fucking up our creative spaces, itโs fucking up the land we live on, itโs fucking up our clean water suppliesโitโs fucking up the very fabric of reality as we know it, accelerating us into zones of contention, hostility, and violence. in short, itโs the neocolonial frontier, the playground imperialism is stretching its grimy hands across and fucking us left, right, up, down, sideways, and on entirely new dimensional fields of existence we havenโt even fully realized yet. and while i can spend the rest of this already long ass ramble talking about just how exactly ai/llms are functioning as such, thatโs an essay for another day; im mostly just here trying to tell yall to get a fucking grip and actually be intentional with how you interact and engage etc.
piggybacking off that: another thing to acknowledge is that not everyone is a good writer; it's a harsh truth, but as a critic i have every right to say this given the slop of our contemporary publishing landscape (and genuinely, there are better writers on tumblr than there are on bookstore shelves today). but with that being said, many current young and emerging writers are unfortunately trained in a world where ai is beginning to be accepted and used as a publishing standard. not going to unpack this idea to its fullest here, but there's a generation of emerging writers that learned how to write like shit from a lexicon of tiktok regurgitation and empty and meaningless youtube video essays. we can't blame them either, this is just the reality of our linguistic landscape developed on social media (hence why the generation after you will have a meme-language you won't be able to understand). so, yes, we're going to see writers who do write weirdly similar to ai, or carry this corporate-like language full of funky ass metaphors that make no sense and shit like "fostering a vibrant community" whatever tf that means
ultimately though, the more you read, the more you'll develop taste, and that's what'll help you determine if something is ai or not. that's the only thing that'll save you in a world so devastatingly polarizing in antagonizing the layman and pacifying us into stillness (which is the exact word i would use to describe ai writing actually!). in knowing yourself and, by extension, knowing what you like, you can build out a language that carries meaning, life, intention, and therefore cultivate a unique worldview just with this ever-moving language you collected. but u have to use ur fucking brain and know when to turn away from something: the world is going to feed you slop and the only weapon you have to defend yourself is being able to look at it and say "well, that was shit!" and move on.
also uh oh am I using ai because i dared to write this with an em dash thatโs been a staple to grammar and punctuation across multiple languages for centuries, with literal fucking evidence tracing its uses back to 15th century printing presses, and possibly earlier but im no early modernist/medievalist??? guess I should just kms!!!!!
i also feel the need to add this disclaimer because ik there are people who cant fucking read and comprehend shit: i don't support ai, i don't fuck with ai, i hate ai, and i don't support writers who use ai. but, i also don't go around accusing people of using ai without substantial evidence to back up my fucking argument. if you're going to accuse anyone of ai, do so with your sources fucking cited. there's a reason they teach you that shit in school! again, the world is already so vile as hell, don't go around adding more bullshit to the mixing bowl
just so you know, when i feel a little down about my wips and get in my head about how good or bad my writing is i go back to the commented reblog you did of my fic and i feel like i can write again ๐ญ๐ซถ๐ผ๐ซถ๐ผ
- @gothamorphosis
:'0 ur so sweet omgg im glad my comments/rbs make u feel better about ur writing and motivate u!!! like ur writing really is top tier and i lovee everything you've written so far genuinely so excited for everything and anything u do next!! :D
A low whistle sounded from behind you, making you smile and roll your eyes.
You were standing in front of your mirror, trying to get the tiny earring back onto the stud.
Stephanie had invited you as well as Babs and Cass to Brunch for no particular reason other than to get tipsy before noon and maybe max out one of Bruce's credit cards at the nearby Mall.
"Hot girl brunch" as it was branded used to be scheduled once a month. A get together with your girlfriends to talk about anyone and anything and most definitely gossip.
Unfortunately, life got busy for all of you, so this was the first time you'd have your little tradition back in a while.
As ecstatic as you were, your boyfriend was pouting in the corner because he wanted to come along.
Apparently, however, he was done sulking and came up behind you, eyeing you up and down with a smirk.
"Fuck me, you look good." He grinned, meeting your eye in the reflection.
You smiled brightly, your nose scrunching up slightly.
"Thanks, babe. Gotta look good for my girls!" You chuckled, fixing a few hair strands that sat out of place.
Roy scoffed and crossed his arms.
"What about me, huh? You don't wanna look good for me?"
You shook your head and turned on your heel, reaching up to pinch his stubbled cheek.
"You know what happens everytime I try to look nice for you." You said, raising your brows.
Roy's face scrunched up in questions. "No??"
Your lips parted slightly.
"You're fucking with me." You chuckled, slight disbelief lacing your tone.
"I swear to you, I'm not."
You stared at him for a minute before turning back around to face the mirror, adjusting your outfit.
You'd chosen a graphich T-shirt with a psychedelic print and a tight denim skirt with embroidered pockets.
The denim hugged your hips perfectly but it wasn't so tight that your soft belly was compressed. The curve of if which you could see from the side was one of your favorite parts.
An outfit that's cute and comfortable was a win in your book. You'd tied the shirt into a knot at the front, contemplating whether to add a funky belt to tie it all together.
Your fingers were glitzing with your favorite rings and a stack of necklaces framed the neckline of the shirt.
You did look pretty damn good, Roy was right about that.
"For your information," you began, lightly pressing some glitter into your lid, "you rip apart all my clothes. If you think I look good, you insatiable animal will tear my favorite pieces to shreds."
Roy's lips parted slightly and he looked like he wanted to say something, but he stayed silent.
"Nothing to say to that, huh?" You teased, applying a shiny lip gloss.
Your boyfriend stuttered for a moment, running a hand through his red hair before answering.
"Okay, look- in my defense, do you even know how sexy you are? And then you put yourself in a tiny denim skirt and expect me not to go primal?" He tried to defend himself.
You turned and crossed your arms over your chest.
"Baby.." he said softly, hands finding your hips.
"You get me so hot. You with your fucking curves and pretty smile. Thighs that can crush me- and you're so soft. Like a marshmallow. Just as sweet, too. I'm a feeble man, I can't resist that." He smirked softly, moving his hands to stick them in your back pockets, cupping your ass.
You relaxed a little in his embrace, a smile sneaking onto your face.
"No more destroying my wardrobe in the future, alright?"
"Yes, Ma'am." He grinned, looking at you through lided eyes.
"Stop feeling me up, I have places to be." You remarked, tightly grasping at his wrists to stop his wandering hands.
He smiled cheekily.
"I'm sure they won't mind you being a little late." He replied lowly.
With a small huff, you grabbed his face with one hand.
"Not happening. I've waited too long for hot girl brunch. Try your luck again when I'm back, cowboy." You scolded lightly, pressing a wet kiss to his lips before twisting out of his arms and grabbing your purse.
Slipping on your shoes, you grab a jacket and your keys before hurrying out the door.
"Bye, babe, love you!" You called before the door fell shut.
Roy stood there a little flustered and impressed, an amused huff breaking from the smirk that had formed as he was looking at you leave.
He reached up to his lips and wiped the sticky gloss off before licking the pad of his thumb.
oughhh omg this is so perfect omg im obsessed with how you write roy :'0!!! like the way he takes such a loving and wanting presence in this like he absolutely would be all over the reader in the most playful yet entirely sincere manner im obsessed
besides the dialogue which is sooo ugh im in love with every line these two say to one another, what really makes me lose my mind about this is how the physical descriptions you embellished this with:
The denim hugged your hips perfectly but it wasn't so tight that your soft belly was compressed. The curve of if which you could see from the side was one of your favorite parts.
An outfit that's cute and comfortable was a win in your book. You'd tied the shirt into a knot at the front, contemplating whether to add a funky belt to tie it all together.
Your fingers were glitzing with your favorite rings and a stack of necklaces framed the neckline of the shirt.
You did look pretty damn good, Roy was right about that.
like usually im not one to like specific clothing/outfit details in a fic but this was such an exception for me because it added so much depth to the overall story imo like the outfit being cute and comfortable, and therefore the reader being comfortable and feeling cute, literally makes so much sense why roy is acting the way he is!! i think we often (both fandom and literally others in-universe) assume roy to be a dog and love the physical aspect of any lover, but really his heart goes crazy over the subject of his affection being comfortable and happy with their own appearanceโit's the confidence and energy one holds when they're priding themselves in their appearance that gets roy going!!!! i think in general watching and witnessing those he cares about express confidence and genuine joy over themselves (any aspect, physical, mental, emotional, etc.) is what brings him so much joy, which is why he's such an effective leader and one of the most compelling kindhearted characters out there :'0
and so for him to see the reader so happy and excited and literally hot is !!!!! and yea he can't help himself LMAOO but i cant blame him he's all about making sure you know you look good as hell; it's just such a prominent character trait within him though to make sure those around him know they look good, are doing good, etc. literally a king of reassurance because he struggles with so many insecurities himself that he makes sure to dish out a healthy dose of affirmations to everyone :'0
also god i love when roy is flustered and im sooooo happy u included that in this hehe like we need him flustered and blushing more often!!!!!!!! this is just so everything to me im sooo <3<3<3 love this so much never stop wrting for roy diva im obsessed
in which dick grayson cannot keep it in his pants.
pairing: dick grayson x f!reader
cw: 18+ mdni, dry humping, oral (f!recieving), dick grayson is needy, established relationship
a/n: this one is a little rushed and short but life has been throwing sand in my eyes and my creativity has momentarily shriveled up and died :โ)
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Itโs a nice night, for Bludhaven standards. The usual rain hammering against the windows, sure, but inside your apartment itโs warm and safe.
And Dick is here.
Every inch of Dickโs body is pressed to yours as he devours your mouth. His warm hands cup your cheeks, the gentle brush of his thumbs against your skin a stark contrast to the consuming way his tongue tangles with yours. Your own hands are fisted in his sweater, hanging on for dear life.
Dick breaks the kiss to plant his lips on your neck, kissing and whimpering against your skin. His hips are working against your thigh, barely-there movements heโs not fully conscious of.
โFuckโฆ I canโt-โ His voice shudders against your ear, his body caving towards yours. โYouโre so sweet. Gonna make me come just like this, baby.โ
You peer up at his face, and sure enough his pupils are blown, eyes glassy in that telltale sign of an impending orgasm.
Dickโs going to come in his pants just from kissing you.
You drag a hand through his hair, drawing him down enough to kiss over his adams apple, rewarded with his groan.
โShit baby.โ He gives up all pretence, hands gripping your hips hard as he works himself against you. Itโs not enough, but Dick knows heโs not going to last long enough to get inside of you.
You path a map from his jaw to the sensitive skin beneath his ear, teeth dragging over his skin.
Dick shudders, whimpering your name as he comes undone. He works himself through it, arm banding around your shoulders to hold you close.
He rests his forehead against yours, a breathless chuckle warming your lips. โThatโs embarrassing.โ
Your laugh mirrors his own, but it hitches in your chest when he kneels down before you. โDick?โ
His grins at the sound of his name on your lips, hands sliding up your calves to your thighs. โLet me make it up to you.โ He murmurs, fingers hooking in your sleep shorts.
Dick eases you out of your shorts and panties together, lips worshiping the bare skin of your legs.
He meets your gaze, searching for permission in your eyes.
When he finds it he finally puts his mouth on you. Every flick of his tongue is an apology for coming too fast.
โYouโre so sweet.โ He takes a moment to catch his breath and check in on you, his lips wet with your juices. โSo sweet baby.โ
Your hands slide into the soft strands of his hair as he takes you higher, higher.
Pleasure crests, spreading from your belly to your toes. Your orgasm is a sweet oblivion, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.
Dick holds you steady, hands firm on your thighs until they stop trembling. His grin when he stands is somehow both smug and bashful. He loops his arm around your waist and kisses your forehead. โOkay?โ
โOkay.โ You confirm quietly. Youโre still a little breathless, but Dick doesnโt seem to mind.
He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. โI feel like a horny teenager.โ
You laugh softly and shake your head. โItโs hot.โ
โOh?โ Dickโs grin grows, his hands sliding down to hook under your thighs. He picks you up with a gleam in his eyes. โYou think itโs hot, baby?โ
Despite his teasing, Dick takes you to bed only to gently lay you down beneath the covers. He settles above you, his head finding its place just below your collarbone. That little space by your heart carved out just for him.
โIโll make it up to you properly in the morning.โ He promises, his voice already heavy with sleep.
You can only smile and tuck the blankets up a little higher over his back, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head. โSure you will.โ
Or: Confessing your feelings to Jason somehow involves a slap and some yelling
Warnings: Not really, there's one slap (from reader to jason) but that's all the violence there is. Bit of a joke (accidentally) taken too far kinda thing. The rest of it is pure fluff :)
Morph's thoughts: I'm fighting with the draft i actually meant to post so i ended up writing this one out of spite for my other wip lol i feel like Jason might be ooc but also the scenario fits him so much so?? here we are โ might do alternate versions of this one with other characters ๐คญ (do let me know if youโd like it with anyone in specific)
โUgh, this is so fake,โ you say with a grumble, adjusting on the couch so you can rest one of your legs over Jasonโs lap. โI get the miscommunication trope, but this, really?โ
He laughs at your indignation, giving a light shrug as his hands rest on your calf, lightly massaging there. โIt was you who wanted to watch this movie.โ
Well, sure. But it hadnโt been exactly because you were shaking in excitement to what what had turned out to be the most stupidly-premised romcoms ever. Your decision had come from the fact that your best friend had listened for once and stayed home to recover from his injuries, the movie choice a rushed effort to entertain him before he could change his mind.
"Beside," he adds after a moment, your head turning away from the screen and to him when he lightly pinches your skin. "It's not that unbelievable, there's oblivious people out there. Some of us just don't notice those things you know?"
It just causes another scoff to leave you, your leg being off him as quickly as it had been on as you sit up to look at him more directly. "Are you kidding me? Jay the antagonist was all over the romantic interest. Giggles, light touches and a comment about being a better dancer partner doesnโt seem like snide flirting?"
He laughs again, all too amused by your โrightfulโ criticism. His shoulders pull up in another shrug and he adjusts to face you as well, movie clearly forgotten between the both of you. "Okay, maybe that's a little too much," it's as much as he's willing to concede. "But, beside the nasty little comment everything else could be innocent."
All it earns him is an eye roll, your arms crossing over your chest in disbelief. "So if you had someone hanging from your arm and batting their lashes at you, you really couldn't tell they're flirting with you? Are you really that hopeless?"
Jason dares to laugh again, as if it weren't a concerning matter, that he would be unable to notice such obvious and movie-esk ways of flirting. "Look, i think I'd have to be smacked across the face and yelled ยซi love youยป or something to really think someone meant it."
Right, you do know it was a figure of speech, rather than actual set of instructions. And yet, his head is turning to the side with the force of your slap, the sound resounding in the suddenly quiet room. His hand shoots up to cover the forming red print of your hand, eyebrows raised to question your action โand probably your sanity tooโ.
His lips move a few times without any words really coming out, and before his brain can really buffer what the best way to ask what's wrong with you, you move onto the next part of the improvised plan.
"I love you!!"
Silence settles down again, which only makes you more nervous. Trying to avoid the way your stomach starts to churn at his lack of response, you lean closer to look at his reddened cheek. "I'm sorry, don't know what i was thinking. Forget about it, yeah? โฆShit, sorry Jay, I hit you way to hard, I'mโ"
Before you can ramble any further, the hand that had been covering his cheek moves to tilt your chin back. You don't have time to react, because you're not even close to processing any of the last couple minutes when you feel chapped lips pressing against yours.
Despite the whole moment feeling like a blur, you immediately react to it, eyes fluttering shut as you kiss him in return, your hands gripping his shoulders to hold him as close as possible.
It's hard to know how long it lasts, time seeming to stand still when Jason's arms curl around your waist and pull you closer so he can keep on savouring the feeling of your lips against his. It's definitely long enough for the both of you to gasp for air when the kiss finally breaks, for the redness of his cheek to have started to subside and for you to see the softest look you'd ever seen in Jason's eye.
"Next time," he murmurs, his breath lightly fanning against your lips, your chests pressed together and moving in unison. "I think we better skip the slap."
Comments and reblogs are welcome and encouraged <3 Do not copy, repost, plagiarize, translate or feed any of my work into ai / ยฉ gothamorphosis 2026 all rights reserved
another banger omg im actually so in love with the entirety of this because yeah i think any courting-related situations with jason would fall in the miscommunication trope box which is insanely ironic given that he's a chronic overthinker and meticulous planner, but it makes sense that he would overthink himself out of the very plain and obvious truth in front of him simply because the thought of someone actually liking him feels much more ridiculous and implausible than the reality he's faced with
i do have to say that i sooo loved this little detail of the prose shifting to focus more on the physical movements of jason and the reader right after the reader points out reoccurring physical flirting traits:
It just causes another scoff to leave you, your leg being off him as quickly as it had been on as you sit up to look at him more directly. "Are you kidding me? Jay the antagonist was all over the romantic interest. Giggles, light touches and a comment about being a better dancer partner doesnโt seem like snide flirting?"
He laughs again, all too amused by your โrightfulโ criticism. His shoulders pull up in another shrug and he adjusts to face you as well, movie clearly forgotten between the both of you. "Okay, maybe that's a little too much," it's as much as he's willing to concede. "But, beside the nasty little comment everything else could be innocent."
like it's truly the slightest shift in narration but it's sooo effective in the kind of narrative you're unpacking in this scene because prior to these paragraphs, it was much more like exposition, but the minute the reader points out the "giggles, light touches and a comment about being a better dancer..." the language around jason and the reader shifts to be more physically grounded!! we go from exposition to seeing jason's shoulders shrug, him physically moving his body to face the reader, etc. the world becomes focused on movements and its such a subtle detail but speaks VOLUMES to how stupidly obtuse he is to picking up on the reader's affections towards him
but like ugh i love this in its entirety because yea i really do think you would have to explicitly name your affections to jason otherwise he'll never pick up on it, not because he's oblivious or blind but more so because he just really can't believe it's a possibility for someone to romantically like him :( he would convince himself he's just imagining things and what not but also the necessary declarations of affection are so fitting for the type of literary fiction nerd he is imo like i personally think he reads and loves medieval fiction/ literature of the middle ages (as well as victorian lit + jane austen, etc. he's just all around well read) and a very important aspect of those is that while the theming and language is a bit obscure to non old english/ early modern english readers, it's all very concise and clear, it doesn't shy away from the facts of emotion (x loves y type of thing, depending on translations ofc) so like yea ofc jason isn't gonna accept or even perceive romantic feelings in another person towards him unless it's very clearly said and announced to him
hello z my BELOVED listen your archetype is Complex. those folks that have layers. masks. im not sure they know where the masks stop. also they are smart and going through horrors
u read me too well bc i really do love my liars, deniers, and perverts who are put through the absolute worst horrors and forced to pursue the sisyphean ordeal of carrying that fucking weight until the end of time ๐
tell me whatโs the character archetype that makes you go โof course you would say thatโ when i post about it?
