What do people get out of using AI to write fics??? I genuinely want to know.
The comments left on them aren’t really for you. You didn’t write it. They’re not praising your ability or your ideas, or phrasing or prose. They’re praising a computer that stole its ability from other actual writers.
So like, what’s the point?
You’re not having any of the actual fun that’s involved with laboring over a fic. The brainstorming with fandom friends, the glee over coming up with a surprise twist, the accomplishment of seeing your hardwork finally come together. You’re missing out on all the good parts of fandom because of AI. You’re not building any community, instead you’re alienating yourself and creating enemies. Is that honestly what you guys want?
How hard is it to open up a blank document and write something from your heart and head? It doesn’t matter if it’s bad. Try again. There’s nothing wrong with starting badly.
The ai witch-hunt is getting a little concerning. I am so SO against the usage of ai. Especially when it comes to creativity. But the accusations getting thrown around are insane??? You guys are pointing out lines that are common writing styles amount fanfiction and saying “AI!”
Some people write badly when they first start. They fall into the common stylistic choices among fanfiction. Using orbs instead of eyes, and flowery language and embellishing more than they should. They’re learning. They’re new. Or they just enjoy that type of writing.
It sucks that ai is being used to create fics. But you guys gotta stop going after everyone just because you THINK something is Ai. Those assholes are ruining fandom but so are you.
“What was that?” Eddie is frozen in place, hands held out in front of him like a shield.
“It— what do you mean what was that?” Steve blinks at him. “It was a kiss— or it was going to be until you head butted me.”
He’s rubbing at his nose, the ball of it just a little red from the impact of Eddie’s forehead. He’s got that little furrow between his brows, the one that says he’s confused.
Eddie is too. More confused than Steve probably.
“Yeah… yeah I got that, Steve, I mean,” he points at Steve, finger going from the top of Steve’s head down to his socked feet. “I mean why?”
“Because I wanted to? Why else do you kiss people?”
Eddie sees the logic there. He does, but —“you’re not gay.”
Steve shrugs. “You’re like an exception or something.”
“Why?”
Eddie wants to feel flattered by that, but he can’t help but wonder if there’s something distinctly feminine about him that’s attracting Steve. He doesn’t look or act like any of the girls he’s known. His hair is long, curly and dark, maybe that’s it?
Maybe Steve just has a thing for brunettes. Nancy is brunette, and Eddie is pretty sure the last girl Steve went out with was also brunette.
“Just are,” Steve tells him like it really is that simple. “I like hanging out with you.”
“Okay, but hanging out and making out are two very different things, man.” Eddie waves his hands around, widening the distance between them. “Very, very different.”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I know that.”
“Starting to think you don’t.”
“Look.” Steve pauses to smack Eddie’s hands out of the air. “If you don’t believe me you can just say that.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Jesus Christ, you're annoying,” Steve tells him.
“Yeah, I know, that’s why it’s weird that you want to kiss me.”
“Maybe it’s part of the reason I want to kiss you.”
“That makes even less sense.” Eddie feels like yanking all his hair out, maybe Steve’s hair too. “I’m a guy. An annoying, nerdy, guy— Steve, I have a dick in these jeans, in case you didn’t know or like forgot or something.”
The look Steve gives him is flat and verging into bitchy. “Yeah, I know you have a dick.”
Eddie’s hands fall back to his sides. He doesn’t know what else to say here, he kind of wishes Robin was here with a white board and some markers. A venn diagram might help him understand what’s happening. See where the overlap between Steve’s type and Eddie actually is.
It can't just be brown hair, right?
“The dick isn’t going to magically go away,” Eddie settles on saying. “It’s there. All the time. If you kiss me it’s going to do things man, it’s gonna react because your fucking you— and then you’re gonna freak out because I’m hard and it like poked you.”
“I also have a dick,” Steve reminds him, “I know how they work.”
“Then you know I can’t control it.”
“That’s really not a problem.”
“Not yet.”
Eddie watches as Steve's hands go up to his hair, messing up the look he probably spent an hour on.
Steve’s eyes tip towards the ceiling. He looks like he wants to pull out his hair too.
“Am I not your type,” Steve asks the little water-spot above them. “I know we don’t have a lot in common so— if you’re just not into guys like me, it’s cool. You can tell me, I won’t be mad or offended or whatever.”
Steve’s dark eyes flick down to Eddie and then back to the ceiling. “It’s… You’re into metal guys, right? Guys who actually listen to Dio or, or guys that play your nerd game.”
His nose wrinkles like he hadn’t meant to say that last part.
“Hold up,” Eddie says and despite the distance he’s been trying to keep between them, he steps a little closer. “You think you’re not my type? You. Steve Harrington. You think I’m not like tragically attracted to you, man? Seriously?”
Steve sways back when he looks at Eddie, seemingly startled by how close they suddenly are. “Uh, yeah. That’s kinda what this whole conversation is about.”
Eddie lets out a loud incredulous laugh. “Ha, no. No, that is not what this conversation is about.”
“Yes, it is.” Steve frowns. “You don’t want me to kiss you because I’m not your type.”
“When did I say that?”
“When— the whole time you've been talking me out of kissing you.”
“Because you’re Steve Harrington! You’re the resident ladies man of Hawkins and I am not a lady.”
“How many times do I have to say I know you have a dick.” Steve groans, hands dropping from his hair to rub at his face.
“Okay,” Steve says into his palms. “Okay, this is— this is worse than when I tried to confess to Robin, like way worse— Christ.” His hands fall to his sides, looking weirdly defeated. “You know what, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Then he’s stepping away from Eddie, heading for the door like this isn’t his house they’re both standing in right now. Like Eddie isn’t the one intruding in Steve’s space.
Confused, Eddie asks, “Where are you going?”
“Robin’s.”
Eddie watches him tug a jacket from the coat rack and toe himself back into his shoes before he finally realizes that Steve has been serious this entire. Really serious.
“You actually want to kiss me,” Eddie says to his back.
Steve sighs, struggling with his left shoe. “A little less than before,” his tone is just a little bitchy, frustrated, “but yeah.”
“Shit,” Eddie says, and even though Steve isn’t looking, he nods his head, a rapid bob of it. “Shit, okay, yeah, kiss me.”
“What?” Steve glances back at him, brows furrowed. “No.”
“No?” Eddie sputters. “What do you mean no? You’ve been trying to kiss me for the last twenty minutes and now it’s no?”
“You didn’t want me to kiss you.”
“I thought you were having some kind of psychotic break before.”
Steve gaps at him. “Seriously?”
“Yes, I was concerned.” Eddie waves his hands around again. “I thought we were just really good friends, Steve, and I was trying very, very, very fucking hard not to get feelings for you so when you suddenly tried to kiss me I just— I panicked.”
They stand there staring at each other. Eddie feeling weirdly out of breath, Steve with only one shoe completely on and the his foot half stuffed into the other one.
“Jesus Christ,” Steve says finally, slumping a little. He kicks the half shoe off as he fully turns toward Eddie. A hand shoots out to grab Eddie by the collar and tug him closer. “You’re really fucking frustrating you know that, Munson?”
Eddie nods. “I’ve been told that a time or two, yeah.”
Steve kisses him, quick and a little biting like he really is annoyed.
It’s over before Eddie really gets a chance to panic or process.
Steve doesn’t let go of his shirt, doesn’t move very far away either. “Still think I’m crazy?”
“Shit I hope so,” Eddie says and kisses him again, harder, deeper, desperate.
Maybe it’ll all blow up in Eddie’s face later. Maybe it’ll be bad.
Or…Maybe they’re both the right kind of batshit insane and it’ll all work out.
Hermione decides to take an eighth year at Hogwarts instead of a job at the Ministry to spend some time figuring out who she really is outside of her friendship with Harry and Ron... she wasn't expecting Draco Malfoy to be the one to bring her out of her shell.
Chapter 17: Another year, another mystery - Hermione's POV
I come back to this bit all the time for a laugh because it’s gotta be up there in the top Neil Misunderstanding The Situation moments. yeah man. faint inconvenience I’m sure
kevaaron in the wake of andrew having had a crush on kevin is so fucking funny actually. his taste in girls is abysmal huh? what about his taste in boys, andrew, ever thought about that??
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