Final Fantasy VIII. 1999.

There are currently ~2300 works in AO3 tagged with "Created Using Generative AI"

I'll be upfront with my opinion, which mirrors my opinion in regards to my field: using AI will only hasten your own obsolescence. The point of fanfiction is not to crank out fics, but rather to enjoy the hobby and communities of writing and fandom.

feeling a burst of affection for my friend who i will just send. anything. "i set my alarm for 8:25 tomorrow" "just made a sandwich" "i made a cuppa and am starting my essay" like. i text her more than i texted my ex LMFAO idk just the comforts of sharing the sheer mundane everyday (we also have actual conversations lmao)

also shoutout to the friends who i will text near every night needing external encouragement to brush my teeth and theyll just go "BRUSH YOUR TEEEEETHHH ❗️❗️❗️" just. the support for even the silliest small things. friends...

Sunday Six: O.Dev's plans were ruined

Guys, I was gonna have RGG stuff to share for this week. And then I got an ear infection. I wish I was kidding.

So instead you're getting stuck with Star Wars OG game assignment content, this time from a cutscene I had to write! Introducing two new characters into the mix as well, the Twi'lek twins Orzin and Bouxe!

Tagging @four-white-trees @jichanxo @mike----wazowski @fire-tempers-steel @passthroughtime @skysquid22 @danketsuround @woundedheartwithin ... I think that's everyone XD

Fekami looks over at the twins. "So, you two can get into Spike Place. I've never been myself. What's it like?" Orzin spins around, facing Fekami as he walks backwards. He gestures to the surrounding run-down buildings and dust.

"It's kinda like this, except a lot shadier and way more dangerous." he replies. Fekami shrugs, stopping a ball that's kicked towards the trio by a group of kids. He gently kicks it back to them. "What’s your connection to the place? Did you go looking for something like that?" Fekami presses, and Bouxe replies this time, looking over his shoulder. "We didn't look for them, they found us. Gave us work and a place to live." "We're pretty skilled with our hands, you know. I guess word got around." Orzin quips, winking at Fekami. Bouxe sighs in response. "Regardless, we can’t fully trust them. We only have each other at the end of the day." Bouxe says, and Fekami can't help but pick up the sorrow in his voice.

randomly remembering the time in 2012 when everyone kept saying the world was going to end at midday that day and like, i didnt really believe it, but i didnt want to be a complete fool if i was wrong, so i excused myself from class to go sit the field and perfectly timed the beat drop to a skrillex song just in case something happened. and im just. retroactively amused by the idea of ushering in the appocalypse with skrillex. most 2012 thing you could possibly do.

The sky looks like it's going to rain. It's unlucky if your clothes get wet before the trial.

PRISON PLAYBOOK /  슬기로운 감빵생활 (2017) | EP. 2 dir. Shin Won-Ho

Sunday six! Back to the murder mystery series. I got an idea for a third in the series so I gotta finish these!

This week: kuwagami button pushin. normal things.

Tagging: @overdevelopedglasses @mike----wazowski @skysquid22 @passthroughtime @fragilitease @danketsuround @jichanxo

Sugiura leaned against the kitchenette counter, a beer in hand. Yagami recognized the label; it was the same one Kuwana had been drinking at his home. “Hey, Yagami-san,” he greeted with his usual friendly tone. “Kuwana-senpai was looking for you.”

Kuwana was wearing an irritating smirk. “I thought I might’ve caught up to you on your way here.”

“And why would that be?” Yagami asked, letting his irritation be obvious on his face and in his tone. “You said you wouldn’t help us.”

With a casual shrug, Kuwana picked up his own can of beer, the condensation on the can running down his fingers, and took a deep drink. “I suppose I changed my mind,” he said after he’d swallowed.

“You suppose?”

“You’re hot, Yagami-san,” he said, and Yagami’s thoughts shorted out.

“What?”

“I brought a peace offering,” he said, holding up his can. “Sit down and cool off.” His eyes shined with mischief. He knew exactly what he was doing. Yagami’s irritation was quickly fanning into anger.

Bit of a late Sunday Six: @jichanxo, @four-white-trees, @overdevelopedglasses, and @mike----wazowski. Got inspired to post a bit of original work this time around. Made a new OC for my fantasy story named Fortress :) Here's a small snippet of his interaction with the main two.

What started as a dual to earn the right to pass into the north had spilled out into the street as a sprawling event. Charlotte turned away from Fortress and faced the crowd. Defiant, she lifted her head and removed her hand with a flourish, revealing her clean neck. The people gasped but no one approached, too afraid now of who this pair was really. “By the divine connection Apple has,” Charlotte spoke with a commanding air. A holdover from her days as a former Lieutenant. “I have been brought back from the dead. The death came from my sliced neck, but it’s been healed completely. My heart still beats and I still bleed. She has brought me back to life.” Fortress remained with his back turned towards them. By now, he was the only one who wasn’t focused on the pair. But he was the only one to know the truth. “Is this what you really want?” Fortress stated, neither accusing or all that curious. “Word of this event will spread. Soon both the north and south will know of the only successful envoy Oxeye has ever achieved since before we waged a war against the gods.” He looked over his shoulder at them. “Bounty hunters aren’t welcomed where you two seek to go. Rumors of salvation are only going to make your lives hell. I can expect the underground rates for your capture little Apple to be extraordinary.” His steel eyes shifted to Charlotte who was now turned around to face him. “A word of advice. Stick together. If you’re not careful you’ll find the fate that’s worse than death.” He turned around and began walking back to the barracks, the terrified crowd parting the waters to let their leader through. He cracked the atmosphere with his last words to them: “Open the gates!”

just curious as they're always things i've never questioned just doing but people in my life are often surprised that i don't mind doing them alone

🔁 pls reblog for sample size

I'M HERE SUNDAY SIX NATION @four-white-trees @skysquid22 @overdevelopedglasses @passthroughtime @woundedheartwithin @jichanxo

but not with fic content :'( i fear i have been working pretty solely on original stuff recently, i havent written any fic. it's not like that's illegal LMFAO idk why i'm apologising but i feel like i'm gonna get sniped for this. at least i ain't skipping this week again 😭😭😭

TW for child abuse in this extract: it's a scene where my character discusses his past and his feelings about how bystanders ignored his situation as a child.

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"I don't even think it was my mother who scared me most," Bruno says. "I know you'll get angry if I say it, but I understand why she was the way she was."

He's right- it does make Jaya angry.

"I know it sounds insane. And I don't- I don't justify it," he hurries to say. "Obviously I don't. But she was so angry, and she was hurt- and it's not a good reason to do what she did-"

"There's no reason on this planet worth doing what she did-"

"I know, I know. I know." He exhales, short and sharp and frustrated. "But even if it wasn't a good one, she had a reason. Even that sick fucking cunt Andreas had his reasons. But... what about everyone else?"

Bruno looks to Jaya. Underneath the glinting jewellry, he is drained of all colour.

"What was their reason?" Fleeting glances, turned backs, silence. A child was dying on their doorstep, and they stepped over him. "Why didn't they do anything?"

I love Kiryu but also hes a hypocrite and a genuinely really shit father (especially if you consider Daigo his son which they both do) and I wanna just *squeezing hand gestures towards his neck*

And I don't mean that in a huhuh he's badly written way, no, the fact he's like this is a big part of why he's interesting. His hypocrisy, his martyr complex, how he has nobody to blame but himself for how shit his situation has been, it gives him depth and the fact he can still be insanely likeable despite all that is great.

cid highwind why aren't you famous 🚀

I accidentally follow people so much on this site that i dont know who half the people on my dash are

i have once again forgotten how to Daigo

fake ass idgafer. I saw you gazing off into the distance like you were looking at something far away, something no one else could see but you

When I read a fanfic I like, the author becomes a mini celebrity to me. So when an author with a work I like kudos’ or comments on my own fanfic I just-