This Blog Will Not RP With 'writers' Who Use AI.

This blog will not RP with 'writers' who use AI.

This goes for anything about your blog by the way. Not just writing, but icons, graphics, anything having to do with your blog. Even if you're not transparent about it and think that the AI is 'so good nobody will notice', people will find out, we always do.

This is a creative hobby. Most rational people will understand that not everyone can have fancy graphics & icons, but that doesn't mean you have a machine pull from 100,000+ stolen & scraped pieces of art & other images from multiple unknowing creatives to cobble something together to supposedly make your blog look 'nicer'.

Either make your own icons / graphics, and/or commission someone to make them for you. There's also plenty of free templates for you to check out that take less effort to find than feeding a prompt that's currently responsible for making life harder for creatives such as us. End of.

Putting up with all my crazy

@yosukeh; for acedefect1ve, as i can't tag that blog yet :( // sc.

" hmf... " quick, bony hands hold tight the hilt of Iori's sword. a moment of thought, underestimating its weight when leaning it from it's post, then the scramble to adjust accordingly. Makoto shifts it; awkward, clumsy, straining on the might of lean arms and an underdone diet now many years in the making, & finds their feet braced to the floor harder than necessary with his own sword. ━ surprising to the boy, if only slightly...

his blade almost light in the way he used it. an extension of the arm, reliance on momentum, never more force than he needed, a practiced kind of way; one he'd been deft, fluent in the language of from the moment it was shoved into his hands; like second nature, like second wind; without knowing what he'd been doing at all. ━ all instinct beneath the cool dark eyes, just impulse. ( it's worked thus far, hasn't it? )

but this was different. Iori's sword, nearly as big as they, perhaps heavier too, something he finds more cumbersome to drag, not lift, than he expected in a moment of curiosity he'd permitted without thought to the reality of what it'd take to lift a sword like this, one he was now meeting. the boy cocks a head over his shoulder towards the other, be he caught in the act or watched as he tugged the handle in an effort to move it at all ( ... without, of course, ruining the floor. ), and offers Junpei a quiet,

━ " how do you lift this thing? "

Five Pebbles and his Sister, Looks To The Moon