hii i am the OP of that ppst and personally I recognize ai fics by the following:
excessive use of em dashes. like nearly 80% of the fic is filled with it.
repetitive sentences and patterns. ai drags out even the simplest sentences. for example, "he walked—slow and dangerous—" and this pattern will be repeated throughout the fic.
Sometimes the plot is all over the place to the point you can tell its ai. There's a constant shift between first, second and third person pov. When real fanfic authors do it, they mention it in their notes that it's the style of story.
And ofc there are AI detectors that actually highlights how much is Ai generated and How much is humanize. Yes, it's not always accurate but you actually get a radar from green to yellow to red. Green and yellow are like it's likely mistaken but red is 100% ai generated.
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I don't mean to argue about this bc I believe ai has no place in fandom or anywhere at all tbh, and I am often suspicious of as you mentioned repeated patterns in sentences and sometimes stuff just reads uncanny and too fanfiction-ish to be genuinely written.
But also I use AI detectors nearly everyday on my real life work and they are not really reliable either? You just have to have criteria and actually know the person to be able to tell tbh.
Based on the idea that AI draws from human sources like actual fanfiction written by real people to generate content, I personally feel so bad for suspecting AI use when for example the em dash is just a very stereotypical fanfic writer thing? Or nonsense verbal time or person shifts could also be chalked as someone who is not so good yet? At least I've seen both cases and never thought they were artificially generated as much as I thought it could be a newbie writer. BUT again maybe I'm so naive.
Also I think it's even more naive to believe ppl who are in fact using ai won't edit the stuff a little bit to make it look more natural too and get rid of the telltale signs ?
Like it's a really conflicting place to be, to feel like you have to be out there judging if someone is or not using ai to generate stuff and post it. I believe spreading notions as "too much em dash use" or X word or style is an indicator of it isn't super helpful either, because it is all drawn from actual people's writing customs but what do I know
STILL I stand vv firmly abt ostracizing people who do openly admit to not be the authors of their stuff, but objectively speaking I don't think one can "guess"?
what is the one art of yours that you're really proud of, what is your favorite type of cuisine and your favorite water body like ocean, lake or river :33
Pasiii! Thank you for these qs!
Here’s me drawing my cat (again) bc he’s so ugly cute and he is my son.
1. Multiple ones, actually. Ones that really stretched my creative limbs. Always good to have some sort of ego to think any ounce of improvement is a good thing too lmao.
Linking them below:
This commission compilation
Nami fanart
Rain Girl art
2. VIETNAMESE FOOD IS GOATED. Careful with the coffee though. Don't think I'll ever get used to it.
3. I loooove the beach <3 (call me evil Anakin the way I love sand).
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Summery: You've completed your trauma surgery fellowship and became an attending. Your friend decides to drag you to a tattoo shop to help you follow through with a dream. There in the shop you meet him where you let your guard down.
Your girlfriend opened the door to the shop, you felt your heart hammering inside of your chest, you would never have done anything like this in all your life, but you just finished your trauma surgery fellowship and needed to let loose. You were greeted by the sterile smell that reminded you of your operating room at the hospital, “Hello, I’ll be with you in a moment, take a look around.” You heard a soft baritone from the back of the shop accompanied by the buzzing of a tattoo gun and had wondered who it belonged to.
You felt your best friend grab your hand and take you to the jewelry case where she made you look at the various gages and types of bars that could become part of your flesh. Bending down you noticed out of the corner of your eye a gorgeous fire opal jeweled bar, the way it shined in the light made you smile. Zoning out you never even heard him walk out from behind the beaded door hang while you contemplated who the gem would look against your olive skin.
While your face was glued to the case you heard a throat clear behind you, you stood and turned around, and felt your heart skip a beat at the man behind the counter. Standing in the doorway, drying his large hands with a rag, he stood over six feet with beautiful thick raven hair pulled up into messy space buns. Soft tendrils framed his perfectly chiseled face drawing you into his deep October eyes. You thought they were kind and welcoming, almost like he was a home away from home, you could see yourself with him. You swallowed, feeling a blush begin to creep upon your cheeks, following the lines of his face to his lips you wanted nothing more than to taste them.
His lips were alluring, shining from fresh chapstick showcasing how pillow soft they promised to be, and fully adorned with sleek black metaled snake bites. You watched as a lazy smile, that promised sinful delights and sweet nothings, spread across his face invitingly lighting up his sweet eyes. Your body began to sing with arousal with every heartbeat you could feel the heat in your stomach burn brighter. You wanted to know what his chapstick tasted like and quickly shook off the thought before your friend bounded to the counter.
“Hi! I want to spoil my friend here with a piercing. We’re celebrating!” You smiled bashfully, trying to hide in your peacoat, “Well, what are we celebrating? And I would love to help your friend.” You watched him wink and immediately you looked down at your fidgeting hands. This man made your stomach butterflies sing making you feel like running and hiding. Your friend turned excitedly to see you being bashful and grabbed you by the wrist and practically pulled you into the counter, “Well, speak up, I know you have been talking about this for the longest time. YOU’RE A SURGEON NOW!!!”
Your friend squealed with pride and you looked into the handsome man’s face, “Ummm...I would like a vertical h-hood...please.” You felt your face redden at telling this stranger and sexiest human you’d ever seen what a freak you really were. You never expected strong digits, stained with tattoo ink and black fingernails, to raise your chin so he could get a good look at you. Your eyes meeting his entrancing eyes almost made you faint at the adoring toothy grin he gave you, “My, my, my aren’t we adventurous. No judgments, my little sweet pea, I’ll take good care of you.”
You couldn’t help but feel the warmth from his voice, overflowing with baritone and honey, as he held out his hand so he could lead you to the back of the shop. “Do you want your friend to accompany you?” You looked at your friend, she was smiling wickedly, she walked over to the wall of work to disperse. “I don’t think so.” He chuckled and led you through the doorway, “Did you see a particular piece of jewelry you liked?” You hadn’t even thought about that until he sat you upon his chair and became distracted.
Looking around you saw beautiful pieces of art and photographs of him working and traveling. “You have such a colorful life.” You weren’t paying attention to the look of wonder upon his features as he drank you in. “Thank you.” You finally looked back into his eyes and smiled, “Sorry, I’m very observant.” The way you saw his eyes light up made you melt. “That’s okay. You are a surgeon after all, I’d expect nothing else.” He sat upon his stool and wheeled around where you could get a better look at him.
He was wearing a black tank top that hugged the muscles beneath, dark blue distressed denim stained with paint barely containing his legs, and the ink that was displayed upon his skin. Colors from dark violets to blacks splashed across his toned arms, rippling with the movements of him preparing the surgical tray, “Name’s Choso by the way, I own the shop, my brother Yuiji is upstairs studying for school.” Mouth watering at the thoughts of tracing the ink upon his flesh up to his thick shoulders and to find what else was hidden.
You clenched your legs as they hung over the end of the chair, you could feel your hot center ache, you knew you were going to have to lift your skirt soon and it sent a rush of adrenaline. The evidence of your arousal was soaking the inside of your thighs, as you chose to go commando to get pierced with less hassle, you thought of anything to distract you and tried to calm your heart rate. “You have a brother? What about the rest of your family?” He smiled before turning around to pull out a couple black latex gloves from the wall behind him. “It’s just me and Yuiji. I’ve been taking care of him since he was five.”
Catching the ink that wrapped around to the back of his neck and disappeared on his traps beneath the fabric of his shirt. You caught yourself starting to reach out to touch him, dropping your hand when he spun back around, you felt like you were being pulled to him. You dug your nails into your palm trying to fight the urge to explore him. You smiled nervously as he fisted the gloves and pulled the tray closer to him, “Okay, I’m gonna go pick out your jewelry, I’ll give you a moment to get yourself ready.” He pulled out the stirrups that were under his chair. “As a doctor you know the drill, right?”
Nodding your head you watched him stand to head back up to the counter for the jewlery. You stumbled onto your feet and pulled up your skirt, “Thank heavens I got waxed yesterday.” Sitting back up you readied yourself and put your legs into the stirrups. You had your hand over your face when he walked back in, you heard him stop and smiled knowing your most private secrets were on display. You couldn’t help the small chuckle as you heard him trip over himself and stutter, “I-oh fuck, I-I picked out a piece of jewlery I hope you’ll like...You ughh didin’t tell me what you wanted, so I went with what I thought would look good.”
Giggling, you peaked one eye out, “I trust you, you are the expert after all.” There was a blush upon his cheeks, it looked delicious mixing with the tattoo across the bridge of his nose, “My, my, my aren’t we bashful.” He shook himself out of his trance, the blush deepened a shade, walking back toward his stool he almost fell to the floor. “I, excuse me, shall we get started then, Doc?” letting your arm come to rest by your side, you realized he was going to get real close and personal, “I-I’m ready, yes.”
Blushing, you realized you were slick with excitement as you realized you were going to mix pain and pleasure. “I’m going to put my gloves on and touch the inside of your thigh so you know I’m about to touch you okay?” You looked down to see this large, sweet man, between your legs and felt wetness drip down between your folds to the table. Biting your lower lip you nodded in understanding, you wanted more than anything for him to take those lips and attach them to your clit and make you come. When you felt warm, gloved hands, touch the inside of your thigh you shivered before a small moan slipped out.
You couldn’t look at him, you knew he heard you, slowly you felt his hand travel up your thigh to your quivering pussy. “I see...someone is a mess.” You snapped your head down, his warm smile now dangerous and hungry, “I-I am not!” He chuckled as you watched large fingers lewdly trace your puffy pussy lips before you felt him sinfully spread them to reveal your swollen clit. “I am n-no, hnnggg...oohhh my god.” You knew this couldn’t be protocol when you felt him circle your clit with his thumb making you cry out at the sensitive bliss.
Immediately you brought the back of your hand to your mouth to muffle the lewd moan that was escaping your throat, “Oh, you sound so beautiful like that, I want to hear more of those.” His voice dropped down an octave making you whimper as he came closer to do the job. The feel of his hot breath upon your pussy made you arch your back, “I think you are such a mess for this right now. What a sexy supernova we have here.” Before you knew what happened you felt a sharp pinch before you felt a thick digit slide into your fluttering walls and curl to hit your spot. Coaxing pleasure to mask the small amount of pain upon your most sensitive spot.
The pain and pleasure mixed together as he finished attaching the ball to the end of your bar and stroked the inside of your soft center making your legs shake. The coil at the base of your spine tightened before he came back between your legs and slid another finger inside to curl against you, stretching you so nicely. Looking down with heavy lidded eyes you watched as he pursed those perfect lips and blew upon your clit, teasing your sensitivity. His eyes looked into yours before you felt yourself tip over the edge soaking his gloved hand. Eyes snapping closed, bright lights flashed behind your eyelids, as you rode the waves of your orgasm biting on the back of your hand muffling your cries of pleasure.
When you finally relaxed you felt warm lips kiss the inside of your thick thigh, “I think I’d like to do that again. Next time I want to hear you say my name.” Blissed out from the orgasm you just had, you reached down and caressed the side of his face. He placed another kiss upon the base of your palm, “I think I’d like that too. You don’t do this for all your clients, do you?” He laughed, the hot breath upon your skin made you moan again, “No, I’d be a rich man if I did that.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you realized you fell for the guy who got a full view of your pussy before the first date, “The fire opal I put in fits you, you know? Reminds me of the stars.” You smiled, blushing deeply, knowing he picked the one you had already seen, all logic gone you fell head first for him and his sweet nature.
