>#I love how this gag would be funny at any point since the third century BCE
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>#I love how this gag would be funny at any point since the third century BCE
The irony of this new breed of self-righteous AI hunters on AO3 is that they're all just copy and pasting peoples fics into AI detectors, which are all operated by AI and therefore THEY are feeding people's work into the algorithm without their consent and in some cases no doubt circumventing the locks people put on to avoid getting scraped...
Don't copy and paste anyone's AO3 work into third party websites, you're not the good guys in this situation?
Reblog cause FACTS
Look, itās a weird hill to die on, especially when I donāt really explain, but children deserve to experience fear, disgust, and discomfort in safe scenarios where they can process those sensations.
Media for children used to be scary and thatās important.
āSince it is so likely that (children) will meet cruel enemies, let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage. Otherwise you are making their destiny not brighter but darker.ā ā C.S. Lewis
"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed."
-- G. K. Chesterton
Size comparison of Yāgathok, the Ceaseless Hunger and Bjorn, our level 20 Goliath Barbarian.
Hey quick question: why the FUCK do you have that
Imagine, from out of nowhere, your dm casually slapping this thing down on the table like any other encounter.
āYeah, the fight will start in a sec, uhā¦Iāll give inspiration to whomever helps me get this fucking box out of my car.ā
https://www.reddit.com/r/DnD/comments/7asxci/oc_ygathok_the_ceaseless_hunger_final_boss_of_our/ This is the reveal of this ridiculousness during their game
Please watch this reveal video itās kickass
FUCK MEĀ the reveal video
āCHRIS??????ā
āUm, I donāt think our plan is gonna work.ā
Always reblog Y'gathok
always ALWAYS reblog Y'gathok!
Too bad the prophet Cassandra never met Odysseus
They say if she made a prophecy Nobody would believe her
Iāve gotta say, that is exactly the kind of stupid thing that probably would circumvent a curse.
Cassandra: YOU ARE ALL GOING TO REGRET THIS SO MUCH YOU DONāT EVEN KNOW.Ā
Odysseus: Regret it why?
Cassandra: You wonāt believe me if I tell you. If I prophecy, nobody believes me. That is my curse.
Odysseus: ⦠Iām Nobody. Fill me in.Ā
*A couple of months later*Ā
Odysseus: HELLO PENELOPE, I AM HERE PRECISELY ON TIME AND NOT YEARS LATE incidentally I rescued and adopted a Trojan seer while I was away, sheās great, got me home really fast, Cassandra this is your new mother whoās not going to treat you like shit.Ā
Penelope: ⦠Iām going to need more details, but okay, sure.Ā
Cassandra: *in tears* I love you, new family.Ā
Cassandra: Penelope, Iāve had another vision.
Penelope, sighs: Go tell your father.
the original? on my dash?
Apollo: youāre the one who unleashed your little freak of a trouble maker on my Greek tragedy! You donāt get to blame me for this.
Your dialogue is stiff because everyone is being too honest
Great dialogue can come from radical emotional honesty. But in most real conversations, people
dodge questions
answer indirectly
lie (badly)
change the subject
crack jokes to avoid serious answers
lie (convincingly)
say half of what they mean
tell the truth but get so anxious/angry/defensive others now think they're lying
If your dialogue feels unnatural, it might be because everyone is saying exactly what they think, or articulating their thoughts too well. Try letting characters hide things instead.
Subtext is where tension lives.
more so,
people donāt always speak in full sentences,
slang can change depending on age range, demographic, etc. &
donāt be scared of vocal pauses (uhm, uh, err)
Hey, donāt cry. Free online database of Japanese folk lore
Might I add, free database of mostly European folklore and myths
A Book of Creatures by @a-book-of-creatures doesn't update these days but is another thing along these lines, really huge, fully illustrated all by the author and cites all sources
Free database of Native American folklore, sorted by tribe.
please say sike
I mean.... you don't have to write descriptions. But there's a word for that: a script. Congrats you're not a novelist, you're a very inefficient playwrite who writes plays that go on for several hours. Go pitch it to netflix.
#not to be pedantic but even scripts have description
"prioritize character development and plot" by. skipping everything but dialogue? Ćthelred, you skipped the part where 90% of the character development and plot is
but what if I rewrote Arthur in space. what if Arthur and Lancelot retained memories of a hauntingly different life. what if Lancelot is basically like, if you die again, imma destroy the universe about it. what then.
what if Lancelot didn't fall in love with Gwenivere because he's already been warned off by, oh, memories of Arthur lying dead in his arms. what if the forces of good cannot always defeat the forces of evil, but evil never wins anyway.
as a matter of fact.
what about this.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Lancelot DuāLac was born small and bloody and screaming, and she would not stop being small and bloody and screaming for the majority of her unfortunate life.
how about this, if this makes it to 10k notes I will not only attempt to write this but attempt to send it to a publisher since I will know it has at least some potential audience
I might even be persuaded to name it the once and future space vigilante
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Look buddy, iām just trying to make it to Friday.
reblog if its friday and you made it
do it grieving
do it while the ground falls out from under you; do it while everything you loved goes up in smoke; do it while the dream of your future is still burning embers around you; build anew on the hot ashes of everything you worked for; keep going, keep loving, keep living, even as all you want is to turn back (there is no turning back; it is gone already); do it through grief, which feels like fear in the body
do it grieving
The tag I have seen most often on this post is "I needed to hear this," and I am so, so grateful to have said something that was needed. These words came out of the depths of my own grief, and I am so grateful to have made this small connection with others in the midst of it. Grief is isolating and indescribable, but none of us are alone.
That said, these tags were what I needed to hear:
we're all gonna make it
it's okay if you can't see how yet. you don't have to believe in better. for now it is enough to just keep going, and eventually the path will emerge. you are not alone. you are not lost in the woods forever. keep going. I love you.
The problem with giving advice to angry and suffering people is that rather frequently the thing they need to know to improve their position is the last thing they want to hear and not something they have the capacity to internalize or accept
Unfortunate truths you can tell people that would help if they could hear what it means and not just what it sounds like
You were the victim, and it wasnāt fair, but itās over now. Nobody came to save you, and Iām sorry, but itās too late for anyone to go back and do it different.
Youāre suffering over something that cannot be resolved. Youāre allowed to feel angry, or outraged, or betrayed, but there will eventually come a time that you donāt feel that so violently anymore, and youāre going to want to have something good left to go back to.
You canāt make anyone love you the way you need to be loved. Thatās how a lot of good things end. Not with a clear sign, something blocking the road that says ādo not proceedā, just a splitting of the path thatās still moving somewhat in the same direction.
You canāt fix them. Nothing you can do will fix them. And if they fix themselves, they canāt do it for you- they have to do it for themselves as well, because otherwise a day may come when theyāre alone, and as long as they live, they are their only true constant. So you can support, and you can encourage, but the hardest part is up to them. And sometimes they canāt do it even with your help.
Sometimes letting go of someone feels like mourning at their funeral before theyāve died, and every time you see them after itās like talking to a ghost that doesnāt know itās dead. Sometimes that happens. Youāll both still wake up tomorrow anyways.
I understand that youāre afraid, and that youāre afraid for good reasons. And I understand that being brave isnāt as easy as just turning that fear off, and you would if you could in a heartbeat. But the thing is, as long as that fear is able to dictate your choices, it will have power over you. If you donāt believe you can try to fight it, if you accept that it will always be in charge, you let the frightening thing stay present in your life. It will exist as long as you stay paralyzed. And that sounds cruel, but it isnāt something anyone can fix for you.
The person you may let yourself become after experiencing the terrible thing may very well grow into a much bigger, much more terrible thing, and someday it will swallow the first terrible thing whole. And all that will be left is something far worse for someone else. And you will not be able to shrink it down by explaining where it came from, because terrible things that are dead and gone are never as terrible as terrible things that are alive right now in front of you.
No matter how much or how little I love you, I still do not have the ability to help you the way you need to be helped. I might be the helper you want, but I am not a helper you can get. If you are to be helped at all, you will need to accept that it will come from someone else.
If anyone goes out of their way to find this user and harass them, please know thatās shitty behaviour and I will be deeply disappointed, but I think they really helped to underline number 8 in a way I wished Iād known to consider of others years ago
So Iāve read the notes and the messages.
If you read this whole thing and found yourself angry, if you thought to yourself āI know that, and it doesnāt help. I know that, and Iām still suffering. I know that, Iāve heard that, Iāve been told that before, over and over and over again, by people who arenāt listening who donāt understand, who donāt get it, and Iām still hurting, still tired, still in pain, still suffering, and this isnāt something a handful of pithy words from some asshole who isnāt here and present and walking in my shoes suffering what Iām suffering from can fix. I know all of this and it changes nothingā, I want you to know:
Yeah. That was me, too. I sat at the bottom of a miserable pit that I didnāt even dig while a bunch of detached, emotionally unavailable jackasses who werenāt helping even a little yelled all this down at me, like just saying it hard enough or making me hear it as though I wasnāt already a hundred percent aware and still hurting anyways would magically solve all my problems and it didnāt. Like I was some whiny little rat with a victim complex looking for the easy way out and not the survivor of something awful doing their goddamn best to keep going, scraping by on the skin of their fucking teeth.
Every single note on this list is something someone told me at the exact wrong time, that made me want to scream and cry and smash a goddamn brick over their head because āI already know that, you fucking asshole, and it doesnāt change anything, so fucking help me or piss the hell off.ā
Thatās why I wrote the list.
Itās everything I needed to know that I already knew, that only made me feel worse, and didnāt help me improve anything at all even a little bit until I experienced the exact right circumstances that made them click the exact right way and allowed me to say it to myself and feel only a sense of, āokay yeah, I get it now.ā
Itās not something I would ever directly say to someone in a time of crisis, but itās all stuff I learned and needed to learn while I was that person.
You get what I mean?
The difference between knowing and internalizing, the difference between hearing the pain is temporary when youāve broken a bone and KNOWING the pain is temporary after its healed, is that you KNOW, but youāre still not done experiencing the part that makes it true and real and meaningful.
Lemme add my #9
"I know you're afraid, and I know it isn't likely to work, and I know you don't want to. But nevertheless it has to be done and it has to be done by you."
The amount of slavery in Ancient Rome was legitimately terrifying tbh
Yāall know that Iām into ancient Roman history and I do a lot of research on it but even though I should be used to it by now sometimes I read an anecdote about how an individual slave was treated and Iām hit with the realization that like a third of the population was living like that and I just need to put my head in my hands for a second
Emperor Hadrian randomly stabbed a slave in the eye in a fit of rage and he was supposedly unusually sympathetic to slaves.
Thereās other instances of people randomly punching slaves that they didnāt even know because they got in their way or something. This was just normal behavior.
And slaves didnāt rebel en masse because if even one slave committed an act of violent rebellion it was common practice to kill every slave and former slave in the household.
People only took notice for posterity when these mass executions got into the hundreds of people. One of the few recorded for the history books is of over 400 people being killed because one guy stabbed his enslaver.
Like how many people throughout history were beaten to death because some rich asshole was angry and there was no legal or social consequences for doing so? We donāt know.
When you study ancient history youāre reminded that slavery has never once been kind or justified. It just takes on different forms of evil in every time and place that it infects.
filthy, filthy read
OPs addition in the notes that I wanted to add because the posts' comments are-
Perfection
Weird Fantasy (1950) #18 written by Al Feldstein and drawn by Joe Orlando, with editor Bill Gaines
So he said it can't be a Black. So I said, "For God's sakes, Judge Murphy, that's the whole point of the Goddamn story!" So he said, "No, it can't be a Black". Bill just called him up and raised the roof, and finally they said, "Well, you gotta take the perspiration off". I had the stars glistening in the perspiration on his Black skin. Bill said, "Fuck you", and he hung up.
Al Feldstein, Tales of Terror: The EC Companion
Just to add context for those not aware of the impact of this story.
The reason it was so important for narrative purposes, was that the plot concerns the visit of the Astronaut, in his completely opaque spacesuit, to a planet populated entirely by self-aware robots (originally from Earth) who have built their own society and are petitioning to be allowed to interact with Earth again as equals.
They have a democratic government and free choice of careers etc. as the orange robot serving as guide tells the Astronaut.
The Astronaut notices that there are two different types of robot on this world; the orange ones, who are in charge, gifted access to all information and facilities. and the blue robots, who are seen as more limited in function, have less access to information and resources, and are not allowed positions of power or as wide a choice of employment opportunities. Even transportation is segregated.
The Astronaut investigates further and discovers that the blue and orange robots are actually structurally identical, there is absolutely no difference between their potential or capabilities, and it is only because the orange robots are instructed by their Educator system to consider themselves superior, that the difference exists.
The Astronaut tells the robots they are not ready for re-alignment with Earth, until they come to terms with their own unfairness, and how Earth had had to deal with this issue themselves. When that time comes, the robots will be able to ally with Earth.
Then he leaves in his spaceship, and it's only in that one final panel that we see the Astronaut is black.
Not subtle, nor should it be, but for 1950 this was a breathtakingly powerful statement, perhaps the first of it's kind in the genre.
The black character was not a caricature, or comedy relief, he was a main character in his own right, a human who "simply" was black.
Ok, but this story is sadly revolutionary even now. That is not just a human who happens to be black, as far as every other character in this story is concerned this is the most important, maybe even the only human they ever see, who happens to be black.
As depressing as that is, but a black person just casually representing the entirety of humanity is a breathtakingly powerfull statement even today, a quarter of a century later.
*a breathtakingly powerful statement even today, three quarters of a century later
If you showed ChatGPT a picture with four lights and told it it has five lights, it would just say some bullshit like, "You're so right! That picture does have five lights. Good catch."