"Every writer"
Writers don't use ai.
Those who use ai are not writers.
They are prompt generators for the prompt generators, producing soulless fucking slop that takes the "writing" out of writing.
a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted
their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"
"Every writer"?
come on
...does Harrow even know what "death first to vultures and scavengers" means? Or was she just sitting there thinking "well, I have to say something, and I know Griddle's going to make a fool of herself, but I can't just stand by and let the eighth get away with this. I'd better say something fitting of the ninth house."
Like. Do you think she said that, then immediately thought to herself "what the fuck was that?"
Do you think Gideon was laying in bed later that night thinking "what the hell did she say? Was it some obscure ninth saying I never bothered to learn? What the fuck?"
Do you think the other houses were there thinking "what did that strange little nun say? Was it a spell? A curse? Am I cursed now?" Or did some of them think "pfft, why did she say that? Was it a lame attempt at sounding cooler than all of us?"
I dunno, I finally have time to work on some TLT tattoo designs and this has been on my mind the whole time.
"Death first to vultures and scavengers" is such a hard line I wish that there were scenarios where I could use it in my day to day life without eventually having to explain that the quote was said by a scrawny teenaged(?) nun in response to what is essentially a dick measuring contest run by a bunch of idiots who have no business being unsupervised for that long anyways.
Guys I need to stop having ideas that I don't have the time or artistic skills for. I'm sitting at work thinking about how cool (and undoubtedly heartbreaking) it would be if there was a tlt animatic to Vulture by Bear Ghost and I'm like 5 seconds from going insane because of it.
Like this song has made me a little feral since it came out last year (I think. Time is an illusion) but I just listened to it for the first time in a few weeks and oh my god. I might come back to this post later and write an essay about it because the locked tomb has consumed my life even more so than it did when I was actually reading the series.
Ohhhh god something something story uhhhhh.....
The first thing I wished I had been told about the snow was how fucking cold it was. People had mentioned it being cold before, but not one person said how immediately and completely the frost would settle into my being. How it would seep through my skin and muscles and pierce my bones with ice. No one mentioned how my hands would hurt from the cold, how hard it would be to curl my frozen fingers around my sword.
There were no bugs, no birds, and no wind. Nothing to hide the crunch of my feet in the snow. It was an odd sound. I was sure that snow wasn't meant to sound like that, but then again, I'd never encountered it before, so what did I know? My breath, steady and slow, fogged out in front of me like a dragon's breath. I eyeballed the structure before me, watching for any sign of movement. Arches and spires, the color of which vaguely resembled the rust on my borrowed weapon, towered before me. The bridge, and the platform at the end which the building rested on, dropped down into a deadly fall, the bottom and anything beyond that repeating structure obscured by fog.
The trail of foot prints in front of me had been filled by snow, but there was only one place they could have led to. The wind picked up, whipping little shards of ice and snow into my squinting eyes. I tilted my head against it and pushed onwards, nearing the entrance. I knew that my enemy waited somewhere inside. I knew that my mission was almost complete.
Slightly unrelated to the original post but I saw an ai "artist" on Instagram who had the nerve to charge a commission for their "art". Charging money. Real money. For typing some words into an ai program. They had "ai artist" in their bio. And they were charging real money for their commissions. I wish I got screenshots but instead I chose to click "not interested" and move on with my life.
ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.
Not gonna lie at first glance I thought this was really strange Griddlehark art. But honestly? There are some parallels to be drawn between destiel and griddlehark starting with the whole "one has magic powers and the other is a dumb jockish type" and "neither one thinks that the other cares about them"
One Piece is so fucking stupid. Especially the Enies Lobby arc.
Demon God Zoro, who can conjure the image of a war god through sheer force of will, has had his tits out for three arcs. He's fighting a giant giraffe. They exchange 1-2 blows then stand around and talk for 5 minutes.
Sanji, a monster who fights only with his legs because hands are too valuable to a chef to damage, got turned into a literal bar of soap because he refused to hit a woman. This is not a good thing, as the woman assisted in kidnapping his friend and crewmate.
Nami controlos the weather. No, she doesn't have powers. In fact, she's just a normal person and often runs away from battles (frankly, same, girl. Leave the fighting to the fucking freaks on your team). She just has a Really Cool Stick that makes weird weather shit happen.
Usopp is pretending to be a superhero because he's too cowardly to talk about his feelings with his captain after they had a big fight. His alter ego is Sniper King and he wears a goofy mask, and he sings his own theme song. He also nearly got killed by a furry.
Chopper had to turn himself into an eldritch beast to win a fight against an annoying theater kid.
Franky nearly died as a child because he thought he could stop a train by hugging it. He turned himself into a cyborg, but...only the front half. His backside still bleeds. He's also powered by cola. Using vegetable juice rather than cola turns him into an annoying health nut, btw.
Luffy is getting his ass beat by a man who, for the entire arc before this, had a pigeon speak for him. Pigeon man is also a furry. There's a lot of furries this arc.
Robin is being tormented by a purple-haired clown (not really a clown, because shockingly that's a distinction that needs to be made and there's a BLUE haired clown elsewhere), who is trying to drag her to jail for the crime of...not dying when her island was blown off the map. Her solution? Bite the edge of the fucking bridge so he can't move her. And it's fucking working. Her jaw is strong enough to stop a full grown man from dragging her away (at least for a few minutes).
I think Nona would very much like the speech at the end of Minecraft. Especially the last few lines, I think.
I have more thoughts on this but I just spent far too long in the end and my brain is fried. Feel free to add on if any of you also have thoughts on this.
This blog doesn't have a theme. Posts will be as coherent as my thoughts and as consistent as my memory. Sorry in advance.
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