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as an author who did lots of fantasy genre research don't get me started on how much time goes into nature/plants (!) animals food and architecture
What Do I Do Now?
They say forgiveness is easy. Well, some do.
Others say it is the hardest thing of all.
Forgiving others.
Forgiving oneself.
These things are difficult. But to me, at least,
To me, it is the forgetting that is the hardest.
You can forgive a person for a hurtful word.
You can swear to yourself and the world that you won’t hold your hurt against them.
And you can keep that promise too.
But we remember our scars.
We remember our pains.
And they come back to haunt us.
They color our world for us in the least comfortable light.
They whisper like demons.
They strike without warning or mercy.
They make us question everything.
They lead us to doubt.
They make us feel alone or afraid.
And they do everything they can to keep us isolated.
We want to be free.
We yearn to run away and abandon them.
But we can’t.
They stay.
And we flinch. We wince. We whimper. We cry.
All by ourselves.
Because how can we to the world without painting the one we have forgiven as a villain?
When we have resolved to let go of the offense and move on?
How can we avoid seeming weak?
Seeming incompetent?
Seeming like an idiot?
Seeming like a useless bitch or a brainless bastard?
How do you avoid an impression that may not even be real?
How can reality and fantasy dance so close to each other?
How do you break down a wall that isn’t there, or worse, is of your own making?
I cannot answer these questions,
Nor the hundreds and millions of others like them from others like me.
And so, like a horror film, I must scream in silence.
Unnoticed. Unheard.
Not unloved.
But isolated.
With only my ghouls and demons to feast on my tears as I weep.
Writers have two modes and they are "i haven't written in three weeks and i am rotting from the inside and everything feels wrong and i don't know who i am anymore" and "i wrote for four hours straight and forgot to eat and it's dark outside and when did that happen and i feel like a god" and there is nothing in between. no chill. no medium setting. just famine or feast and a very confused nervous system.
I am reading myself described, and I do not like it. Well done.
the best part of field trip experiments is a chance to become THE experiment yourself ;)
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I am once again begging people to realize that AI checker doesn’t work. it’s never worked. it’s notoriously known to have flagged human-made works as AI and AI-generated works as human-made. and by feeding it people’s works, you are feeding more works to AI, because apparently the machine itself is AI.
the only thing AI checker does is harm genuine artists and people in general too.
"stop saying shit that pisses me off" witch vs. "come over here and make me why dontcha" officer
you are challenged by Dragon Tamer Harmony!!!
Is this the mpreg blog? I’m trying to find tournament records.
Wrong blog. I don’t do MPREG stories. Sorry.
Legend holds that our language was buried fully-formed from the desert sands. Our ancestors sank to their knees, plunged their hands deep into the sand, and found the first word. It sparkled in the sunlight - blinding if you held it at a particular angle. This was the word for 'dig'.
The language wasn't a flat object, nor was it buried too close to the surface. Its veins and tendrils snaked in every direction, forming a cage that contained nothing but tonnes and tonnes of sand.
To uncover it, our ancestors started digging. With their bare hands, they dug into the sand until they could uncover more and more of this language left to them as an inheritance. Wood, metal, shovel, pickaxe, love, camaraderie, curiosity, endeavour, all these words entered the virtual lexicon.
As they uncovered more and more of the language, our ancestors learnt about more and more things. Ideas that existed in a time before they arrived in the desert, tools and implements, and of course, violence and weapons. There was conflict, and collateral damage. Many words were smashed to pieces, lost forever in a jumble of shining syllables or crumbled into dust that became one with the sand.
The hole in the desert grew wide and deep. Our ancestors learnt about things that they had not, could not have conceived of. With the wealth of other words they had uncovered, they began working their way towards making those inconceivable words conceivable. They worked to make the hypothetical real.
Away from the hole where new words were mined, an entirely new occupation coalesced. The words uncovered from the hole were processed, their properties determined and re-arranged, so that our ancestors could do something unprecedented. They created new words.
These words could be purer, bigger, shinier. You could use them in ways heretofore unimagined.
A rift was formed between those who created and used these artificial words, and those who worshipped the words in the desert. After all, if the language was fully-formed, there was no need to create new words. The right words only have to be found. They would occur naturally.
Further problems emerged as artificial words were passed off as natural discoveries. One perpetrator of such fraud was unrepentant about his actions. "This word, when found, will be of the exact same composition as the artificial word. So what difference does it make if we use it now, before it has been uncovered?"
No one knew the true extent of the language. Did it stretch across the entirety of the desert, or perhaps comprise the entire sphere that formed the planet? These thoughts, which could not have been put to words once, were now on the lips of every citizen.
These speculations eventually caused the digging to slow down. Did we really need more words? The sand reclaimed the hole. And now, the language lies buried so deep, that if you were to start digging now, it would take years to find the first new word.
Huh, my head feels kinda funny... Oh well, no need head for big muscle 🐮
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huuuughhhhh yahoo selling scraped data from tumblr to AI sloo probably uughhhwaaauuwghhhhhh
Parent company Automattic will reportedly sell Tumblr content to OpenAI and MidJourney for training data. Here's how you can opt out.
bwwaaaughhhhhhgggh enshittification continues
this is what you're looking for to opt out!!!
It's under Visibility, noy Privacy like I assumed at first.
every day I learn bot comments on ao3 are stooping lower and lower
anyway if you get a comment like this, chances are that they are bot and their goal is to do whatever it takes to get you to delete your work, most certainly (from what I’ve heard) it’s because they want to “safely” steal your work, use it to train their ai without you being able to rightfully claim ownership of your work since “there’s no proof that the work was stolen/was posted elsewhere first by you” because the original source has already been deleted.
THEY ARE ALL BOTS. at first it was “ao3 is deleting fics and your entire account will be affected unless you delete the fics yourself” then it was “this work contains contents that are illegal and they have already reported you and your fic to the police” (yes, that’s how desperate these bots are), and now it’s this.
report their comments to ao3 for spam—in this case, specifically, I think you may be able to report them for harassment too—and don’t pay attention to them, most importantly don’t delete your works, don’t feel discouraged by their comments. remember that they are bots and they mass comment something like this on people’s works at random to get people to delete their works. (or even if they’re not bot, they are still pathetic bullies who don’t deserve your time or attention.)
MORE ABOUT BOTS AND SCAMS PLAGUING AO3’S COMMENTS SECTION HERE
"Witch Hat Atelier (Tongari Boushi no Atelier)" TV Anime new character visuals & PV unveiled
Air Date: April 2026
In a world where everyone takes wonders like magic spells and dragons for granted, Coco is a girl with a simple dream: she wants to be a wizard. But everybody knows magicians are born, not made, and she was not born with a gift for magic. Resigned to her un-magical life, Coco is about to give up on her dream until the day she meets Qifrey, a mysterious traveling magician. After secretly watching him perform magic in a way she's never seen before, Coco soon learns what everybody "knows" might not be the truth and discovers that her magical dream may not be as far away as it seems...
Was the rest of the story for School of Buff Jocks ever mapped out? Like do you know what a was meant to happen next and how tbe story was going to end?
I usually write as the story moves forward. Sometimes I have a more thorough outline, but I didn’t in this case. I just wanted to have it flow naturally as I worked on it with the plot in my head. That’s how I often write. It was originally a commission piece that the commissioner stopped paying for, so I paused it. I may finish it one day, but it is not one of my current projects.