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A tag I've seen on AO3 several times today that I now have to FILTER OUT;
What the fuck do you mean you're using chat-ai to write your fanfics for you?
Some thing notoriously known for being FAN made not made by some corporate's slop machine that's destroying our planet and stealing our resources.
It makes me so angry knowing that people do this and expect it to be okay when they are stealing.
Writing is a LEARNED SKILL! Using generative AI means you are willing to steal from people all over the world who have put hundreds of thousands of hours into their crafts, not just writing and that is disgusting.
This isn't helping you learn how to write and if you're posting this on websites that are meant to be an archive, you are a part of the problem.
AI should be filing our taxes or some shit- not taking away what it means for us to be people
I feel I should let everyone know that this is less a specific dislike of who he is and more "the fandom completely fucked over any kind of interest I have in them because of how they frame his character and now I just hate them on default"
So it's all fair game that you aren't a fan of G*r*, he's not everyone's cup of tea: but may I ask what about fanfic left a bad taste about it in your mouth? I've never met many fans who don't like the character so I'm just a little curious is all.
More butt under the cut.
The reason I never vocalize my dislike is that I'm older and don't feel like having a swarm of angry 20-somethings coming for me because of said outlook.
In terms of the fic that really left the worst taste in my mouth, pretty sure a ton of people who want a Strikers/Royal fic have read it: "Dared*vil, You've Hit the Wall". There were some changes in it that I didn't like at all; I'm well aware of the fic's relationship and how relevant it is to the plot, and I knew things would be altered.
What bothers me is how pushed aside the Strikers crew is and how minimized Zenkichi's arc is in it.
ALTERNATIVELY, the one fic that I really fucking love with Akechi in it is "Akech* plays discount shoulder angel".
But Dare*evil has just- not left a good taste in my mouth. Ever. I don't like to spit things but. Mrgh.
Goro, his ribs burning with an ache he was all too familiar with, grief, couldn't help but wonder if he made the right choice rejecting the doctors perfect reality.
His so-called 'friends' have been all fooled by a faker. Someone is wearing his face, decades that will never happen for him worn on it... He only has days left and yet the doctor hangs decades of what could've been. Had he accepted the deal.
But this wouldn't be enough to change his resolve.
"One chance" is what the master of the Velvet room told him. He had one chance to force Ren and their his idiot friends to remember the true reality.
And yet they try to ignore him, ignore the truth. Ignore the fact that he died.
Even Ryuji, now seemingly decades older looked at Goro, still 19 and his heart just... Aches, as he is forced to confront the fact that even if he so desperately wanted to spend the rest of his life with Goro, he couldn't.
So he ignores it, goes back to the faker that chose him over humanity.
Goro is left at the door step, tears burning down his cheeks like acid as he wishes he chose Ryuji over humanity too.
Something is burrowing beneath Sojiro's skin, he can feel it. It pulsates to an unfamiliar rhythm and no matter what he does.
No one else seems to see it- even after having the protectors hermit check him over multiple times she says his vitals come back healthy.
So he does what he always has in situations like this; he's gone to his master, and he explains what no one else seems to see.
Something has burrowed under Sojiro's skin.
It lives, it breathes, it pulsates, it seemingly steals away his immortality bit by bit. Forcing him to eat, forcing him to rest, all in an attempt to keep up strength he once had just by second nature alone.
His master checks him, and for what felt like an eternity, stays quiet before telling him nothing is under his skin.
Because he is under his skin. He's living, he's breathing, it's his pulse he's feeling. It's humanity he had no idea was there whittling him down bit by bit into something he never knew was there.
Ren accepts Yaldaboth's deal and soon becomes one of his moderators of control- years pass and Ren finds himself in control of Japan as a whole, puppeting the world as it goes along.
Now a few decades later, Ren has almost entirely forgotten about his life as a Phantom Thief outside of his friends. It's not like he doesn't miss them but... Ren finds himself unable to entirely care about people who don't exist and haven't existed for a long time.
... Until he starts dreaming of them. It starts out small at first- scenes that feel warm and fuzzy, like he's supposed to remember them but can't for whatever reason. Then they become clearer until Ren starts waking up at night in a cold sweat, attempting to try and remind himself these people don't exist anymore.
This all combinates until one morning, Ren walks into his apartment to find the familiar smell of curry in the air and laughter that feels too real to be someone he currently knows. Walking into the kitchen he finds intruders sitting around his table laughing and talking amongst eachother until Ren screams and asks who they are.
And suddenly?
Ren is on the floor barely defending himself with a chair while he attempts to scream for security.
Very quickly he sees shadows guards run in and reach for the intruders, all the while as their dragged away they scream at Ren and their voices beat against his mind like a drum.
"You know who we are"
What a foolish thing to say. Why would Ren recognize a group of intruders who attack him on a whim?
This event happens a second time, except this time it happens at work and with only two intruders, their voices painfully familiar but Ren couldn't place it as he called for security without thinking.
Bricks crumble around them- the doctor's palace in ruin as he rushes into the palace with reckless abandon. He won't give up. Not yet.
"You're a previous wildcard right?!" Joker grabs his arm, attempting to stop him, his eyes meeting the boys own with a fear Joker has never seen from anyone before.
But he pushes on, remembering the memories they saw of Takuto's death.
"That's why you've been trying to rewrite reality- you've been trying to protect us from what happened to you. But we don't need it! *He doesn't want it*!"
Maruki pulls away, tears clouding his vision.
"Ren-san, you don't understand!"
"Then make me understand! Maruki, Goro chose this- we chose the true reality! Why won't you accept it?!"
"Why do you have to be so stubborn?! Just let me handle your burdens!"
It's an-- admittedly unfinished --one shot about Zenkichi trapped in what I feel like would be his jail if he was sucked into it.
I just wanted to get this out there because there's not NEARLY enough content about this old man and his suffering.
He can't even remember why he was so angry at the world as he takes another, why would he be angry when he has so much good company around him.
Free drinks
Free food
All at the price of something so unimportant that he can't even remember.
Soon enough however, as it has many times before, the booze begins to take its turn as he rushes to the nearest trashcan as the once enjoyable burn in his throat becomes far more violent.
Finally with some reluctance, Zenkichi looks up after what feels like hours and he sees his reflection- how he looks just like his father after he drank, his collar a mess and loosened as if any tighter and it would strangle him.
And suddenly all the laughter and music that was dulling his senses to oblivion now seem to fade to background noise like someone had dunked him in cold water and he couldn't get out.
He is drowning and it's finally begun to sink in.
Excuses begin to spin in his head- whispers telling him to just have another drink, he's been working hard and deserves it. He never doesn't feel like he deserves it.
Not when Akane is at home knowing her dad is choosing to be drunk instead of being with her...
Zenkichi begins to try and get out, telling his... Friends? Co workers? Whatever they are, he tries to explain he needs to leave, and they all just share looks, as if being in on a joke Zenkichi isn't aware of.
Instead of the usual feeling of nerves at not being in on the know about something however, annoyance begins to take hold as his mind pounds to the beat of the too-loud music playing in the speakers.
After one of his fellow patrons of the bar gives him some chocolate 'for the trip' Zenkichi begins to only get more annoyed as even they seem unconvinced he's leaving...
As he begins his mission to leave the bar, it begins to feel like a maze, no matter where he went he found himself back at the bar with the same few people ordering drinks. Even when he walks in the opposite direction he always ends up back where he started and it's beginning to drive him insane.
So he looks for a wall, logically if he follows the wall maybe he'll find a door or maybe at the very least a bathroom away from it all.
Not the first time he left a bar through a window anyway.
... Until he can't find a wall, which is ridiculous- he sees the walls over the sea of head around him, but any attempt he makes at getting closer seems to make them only become farther away. He feels like he's going insane. He has to be- there's no way he can't find something as simple as a wall, right?
His mind begins to spin as he once more finds himself at the bar, but before he can ask for help getting out, he already finds himself with another drink in his hands. The ice clinking against the glass almost musically... Though that music started to tear at his mind like nails at a chalk board Zenkichi can't stop hearing.
He has to get out of here. He needs to get out of here. He has a job to do, people to help. He promised Akane he wouldn't give up on finally revealing Owada for what he truly is. He found people who can help him do that! Those kids- the Phantom Thieves, can help him **finally** reveal Owada!
But he can't do anything if he's trapped in this damned bar. The walls seem closer than before, so he has to be doing something right. Just a little further...
some older Ryuji’s just for fun. My thoughts on what everyone does for a living changes with the wind but Sensei the Secret Punk is too funny to not doodle at least once
