#AI generated fic

[frownyalfred]

the fact that omegaverse might be our last defense from AI scraping fic for shitty generated novels is giving me so much life on this delightful monday

❤️ god bless you omegaverse writers ❤️

#tag your omegaverse author #give them thanks on this hallowed day #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #ai generated #ai generated fic #archive of our own #omegaverse #a/b/o mention

[catgirl-catboy]

Glad to see someone in favor if AI generated fic, as someone who's been using AI writing tools since 2018, it takes a TON more wrangling than just writing stories and is more techical to get desired results than many AI dislikes seem to think.

I also like using "ai-assisted writing/art" or "ai writing/fic" for tagging purposes! I haven't posted any ai-generated fics, but definitely support more people tagging AI using content.

- whatrottenwork

Yeah! I'm not against ai written fics, but most of the one's I've seen are too fluffy and OOC for my tastes. (I'm absurdly picky about characterization sometimes) And there's an author for my ship that has posted 7 of them in the last couple of days. They post non-ai fanfic too, so I don't think muting them is ideal, but I wish I could just filter it out.

I've never considered only using ai for part of art/fic before. Maybe I should give it a try the next time I have writers block.

#ask tag #ai generated fic

[astaldis]

Another AI generated love story

This one is even funnier, even the Note at the end 😂 (Sorry, only discovered the ChatGPT today 🙈, playing around with it is really fun. Although tomorrow the students who handed in those too perfect allegedly written by them short stories might not think it’s so funny that their teacher isn’t actually living under a stone but has heard of AI written fics. 😂)

Request: write a 1000 word love story between Yennefer of Vengerberg and Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach on the run from the execution taking a bath in a bath tub together to get rid of the sewer stench

Yennefer of Vengerberg was a powerful sorceress, feared and respected by many throughout the land. But despite her fearsome reputation, she had always been drawn to the strong and silent warrior, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach.

The two of them had been on the run from the executioner's blade for what felt like an eternity, their only solace the knowledge that they were together. But as they fled through the dark, dank sewers of the city, the stench of the filth and decay seemed to cling to them, a constant reminder of the danger they faced.

One night, as they made camp in an abandoned bathhouse, Yennefer could take it no longer. She turned to Cahir, her eyes fierce with determination. "I will not let this filth define us," she said. "We will be clean, and we will be free."

With that, she began to fill the old bathtub with water, using her magic to heat it to the perfect temperature. As the steam rose from the water, she turned to Cahir, a small smile on her face. "Come," she said. "Let us wash away the grime of our flight."

Cahir hesitated for a moment, but the sight of Yennefer's lithe form as she began to undress was too much for him to resist. He shed his own clothes and joined her in the tub, the warm water enveloping them as they relaxed together.

As they bathed, Yennefer used her magic to cleanse them both of the dirt and grime that had clung to them during their flight. She scrubbed his broad chest and shoulders, her fingers gentle yet firm as she worked the soap into his skin. And as she did, she couldn't help but feel a stirring in her own body, a longing that she had long tried to deny.

For his part, Cahir was equally entranced by the sight of Yennefer as she bathed. The way the water clung to her curves, the way her long hair cascaded down her back, it was all too much for him to bear. And as he watched her, he knew that he could no longer deny the feelings that he had for her.

As the water began to cool, the two of them climbed out of the tub and dried off. And as they dressed, they knew that they had both been changed by the experience. They were cleaner, yes, but they were also something more. They were in love.

And as they set out once again on their flight, they knew that they would face whatever dangers lay ahead together, united in their love and their determination to be free.

Note: This story was written based on the information provided and it is not canon or officially related to the world of The Witcher.

#ai generated story #ai generated fic #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #cahir x yennefer #yennefer x cahir #yennefer of vengerberg #eamon farren #anya chalotra #chatgpt

[thevioletcaptain]

i genuinely don't care how good a piece of ai generated art or writing looks on the surface. i don't care if it emulates brush strokes and metaphor in a way indistinguishable from those created by a person.

it is not the product of thoughtful creation. it offers no insights into the creator's life or viewpoint. it has no connection to a moment in time or a place or an attitude. it has no perspective. it has no value.

it's empty, it's hollow, and it exists only to generate clicks (and by extension, ad revenue.)

it's just another revolting symptom of the disease that is late stage capitalism, and it fucking sucks.

#''but i just want to use it to--'' don't care! it's shit! stop fucking feeding it! #if you need help generating ideas or jumping off points then join an artist or writer group online #talk to people #make connections #that's what art and writing is supposed to be about in the first place #i'm mad as hell etc. #so goddamn sick and tired of seeing ai shit get passed around on here #it's bad enough in general but every time i see more of it showing up #tagged as fan art or as fic #the angrier i get #heartfelt imperfection in art and writing will always ALWAYS be worth more than the most technically ''perfect'' ai generated image or text #fandom problems #ai generation algorithms die in a fire challenge 2k23 #just a heads up that i'm muting this post and will no longer see responses to it #because i'm tired of seeing dogshit takes from jackasses who want to ''debate'' me #there's no debate you're in the wrong on literally every level and you can die mad about it

[thewintersoldatt]

ONE MISSED CALL-RAFE CAMERON

pairing: rafe cameron x gn!listener

summary: rafe and ward left the island for the summer. after the messy break-up and with him being a way for sometime, meant you could try and move on? yeah no. one can dream right?

warnings: naughty language, some-what forced relationships

notes: y’all I can’t with this! 😩

word count: its audio mf's!

@sadfury @rafedaddy01 @rvfecamerons @rafesapologist @rafesthroatbaby

get your panties ready for take-off baby cakes.

#drew starkey #rafe x you #dark rafe cameron #rafe cameron #obx fic #ai generated #rafe outer banks #rafe obx #rafe imagine

[respawningjupiter]

Never running to AI for fic ideas again.

#i am going fucking insane #I will make a fic based off this but it's gonna be hilarious #sans x reader #sans the skeleton #sans undertale #undertale x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert #crack fic #ai generated #ai sans #jupiter✩ #respawningjupiter #jupiter shitpost #shitposting

[immadowhateva]

'Who would...'

The press room buzzed with anticipation as Leah and Y/N settled into their seats, bracing themselves for another round of the media's mind games. Cameras flashed, and microphones hovered expectantly as the reporters prepared to unleash their latest concoction upon the unsuspecting duo.

Leah shot Y/N a sidelong glance, her lips curling into a wry smirk. "Let's see what kind of madness they've cooked up for us this time, shall we?"

Y/N chuckled, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Bring it on, Captain. We can handle anything they throw at us."

The first question sailed in like a curveball, aimed straight at Leah's deft wit. "Who would be most likely to get lost on the way to an away match?"

Leah's brow furrowed in mock indignation. "Well, considering Y/N here has the sense of direction of a lost puppy, I'd say the odds are in her favor."

Y/N gasped dramatically, clutching her heart. "Hey, I'll have you know that I have a perfectly fine sense of direction. It's just... selective sometimes."

Their banter flowed effortlessly as they navigated through each absurd scenario, their camaraderie evident to anyone paying attention. But beneath the laughter, Leah felt a familiar tug of longing – a desire to drop the facade and confess the truth to the world.

Then came the question that nearly tripped her up. "Who would be most likely to have a secret crush on a teammate?"

Leah's pulse quickened, her mind racing to find a suitable diversion. But before she could formulate a response, Y/N interjected with a playful grin.

"Well, it's no secret that Leah here has quite the soft spot for our star striker. Isn't that right, Captain?" Y/N teased, nudging Leah gently with her elbow.

Leah's breath caught in her throat, a flash of panic flickering across her features. But then, as if by some stroke of luck, Y/N swooped in to save the day.

"Of course, I'm just kidding," Y/N continued, her tone light and playful. "Leah's heart belongs to Arsenal, through and through."

Leah exhaled a silent sigh of relief, grateful for Y/N's quick thinking. She shot Y/N a grateful smile, her heart swelling with affection for the woman who always knew exactly what to say.

As they wrapped up the interview, Leah couldn't shake the feeling of gratitude that washed over her. With Y/N by her side, she knew she could face anything – even the relentless scrutiny of the media. And as they walked out of the press room, hand in hand, Leah felt a surge of hope blooming within her.

Maybe, just maybe, their love didn't have to remain hidden forever.

#engwnt x reader #engwnt imagine #england wnt #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso fic #ai generated

[nerdherderette]

The Inheritance

Derek Hale, the Viscount Hemming and only son of the Third Earl of Beacon, was London's most notorious rake. His disinclination to appear with the same partner at social events was well-known; his discountenance to wed, even more so. Which is why no one was more surprised than Stiles when the dashing viscount—and Stiles' once childhood friend—presented him with a proposal he couldn't refuse.

[excerpt]: "Is Graceview Hall your only responsibility? What about love? Your family?" Derek jerked back in shock. She, of all people, knew what happened when he last fell in love. "You are four and twenty," Lady Belmont continued. "You cannot remain on your current path, carousing and bedding anyone who catches your eye. Why, even Lord Deucalion wed this past summer, and he was a reprobate of the first order." Derek may have owed his great-aunt what little remained of his dignity. This, however, was asking too much. "I will never enter the marriage mart," he swore.

For the amazing (and incredibly patient) @elisela, who challenged me with several things:

1. To write a historical romance

2. Make it a Sterek arranged marriage

3. Sprinkle in a bit of Marrish

4. And make it Friends-to-Lovers

I cut my teeth on Harlequin romances and this is an utterly self-indulgent homage to the genre. While it took me several outlines (and as many discarded drafts) to figure out how to make a friends-to-lovers scenario work, I finally came up with a story I'm excited to share! Thank you, elisela, for generously donating to FTH and for giving me something so amazing to work with!😘

Part of @fandomtrumpshate 2023. Posting on AO3

Please note: The image used to create the book cover is based on an AI generated image that was subsequently manipulated and then edited to make the cover. It's described in the tags but may be missed, and I don't want people to mistakenly reblog who didn't see the tags and who don't want any AI on their blogs

#sterek #stiles x derek #derek x stiles #fanfic #regency AU #bodice ripper #harlequin romance #The Inheritance #arranged marriage #friends to lovers #Fandom Trumps Hate 2023 #yes it's 2024 #gift fic #AO3 #base image generated by AI #and subsequently manipulated and edited

[drarryau]

\AI\

#drarry #ai art #ai generated #draco malfoy #harrypotteredit #harry potter #art #draco x harry #harry x draco #drarry fanart #drarry fic #hp fanart

[mestos]

Man I don't even know. Deleted the last post because maybe I'm too hasty, seen how insulting it can be to be accused of AI generating shit, but my god! I cannot help but feel so much more for writers—writers who use words to craft their art, already fighting for a place in a world that prioritizes visual language/graphics over their medium, writers who are much quicker to be criticized than artists, writers who have to find a way to hone their crafts just so they keep your attention all the way to the end of their stories, writers who have no other means to present their creation and being told to pick up an entire other skill just to be appreciated in a community space, writers who are so much easily more exploited by AI generation because their medium is TEXT.

I don't fucking know dude. Sometimes it feels like people are fighting against AI art but not AI generated writing, voice acting, music or any other creative medium because visual graphics/language takes more precedence in this world, and everything else is secondary to it even though we are constantly preaching that all mediums are considered art

#neesan texto #“let me ai generate fics for my rare pair otp” ill fucking kill you bitch ill skin you alive #you cant be against ai art then spit on the faces of other medium artists #also making fun of people who can only present visualizations through moodboards #descriptions and picrews ill fucking kill you too #some of you guys feel so entitled that you can't seem to wrap your head around that people shouldnt NEED to become visual artists #just to get people to care about their product

[itsgameofthronesimagines]

While waiting for the new chapter of 'Black of Hair', here's an album of ai-generated pictures of Y/n "Doe" Baratheon:

1) I like this one because it's got a wolf at her side that looks like Grey Wind (I don't know what her necklace is supposed to be, but it looks like a turkey, lol)

2) The first one with both of her parents' family sigils behind her. Love the dress and the crown. One thing I have a problem regarding ai bots is that sometimes they forget details you specifically ask for over time. In this photo, she's got blue eyes, but I know I put in brown.

3) I love how wispy and realistic her hair looks. The design on the front of her dress is 🤌 *chef's kiss*

4) One of my favorites. It's very gothic for no reason, but I love it. She's got brown eyes, and the sigils behind her are beautifully detailed. I decided to change her dress color to more House Baratheon, and I was not disappointed. Her necklace is finally starting to look like a wolf.

5) Again, blue eyes, but both sigils are still behind her. Her wolf necklace looks more like a beaver to me, lol.

6) This is where I started to change her dress to blue for a more Northern look. I like the veil if she leaned more toward faith. She looks like a young septa or a devoted woman of the gods. That and the pink bow on the front of her dress make her look more young and innocent.

7) So sweet and beautiful. Her dress is so pretty, and she has a healthy pink color to her cheeks 💕 No Baratheon sigil in sight, which is a bummer. Could be mistaken for Lyanna Stark, honestly.

Black of Hair Masterlist

#black of hair got #game of thrones #got #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #robb stark #robb stark x reader #robb stark x you #robb stark imagine #robb stark fic #ai generated #ai art #ai

[majunju]

do you.....partake in reader-insert fics? sorry if you answered this already

no sorry . they’re not for me personally

#asks #theyre pre good tho. 100x better than c.ai #sorry im c.ai’s no1 hater don’t even try to convince me otherwise #i hate the use of ai in any sort of creative form sawry just read fics written by very talented authors rather than smth generated #by some machine

[nostalgia-tblr]

Ooh, got my first "this fic was generated by an AI" AO3 comment! Reported it as spam, it has vanished into the ether where it belongs. Luckily I had heard of this phenomenon so I didn't fret about it.

#ao3 #anyway COME ON if i was AI-generating fic it'd be something popular not Elementary gen fic #it'd be idk something like destiel alpha/beta/omega with mpreg and also they're pirate baristas who moonlight as k-pop stars #anyway it's like that time i had sleep paralysis but knew what it was and not to panic and not to open my eyes under any circumstances

[tryhoney]

“ai generated”  is the quickest way to lose my interest

#this is about ai generated fics but also just in general

[immadowhateva]

The not so secret.

Leah Williamsom, the stalwart defender of Arsenal Women's Team, sauntered onto the pitch, a facade of nonchalance painted on her face. She glanced over at 'Y/N', her secret girlfriend, who stood beside her, radiating warmth and laughter.

"You ready for another round of pretending to be 'best mates'?" Leah muttered under her breath, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Y/N flashed her a mischievous grin. "Always, love. We're the dynamic duo, remember?"

The routine was all too familiar. Interviews, games, public appearances – they were always together, yet never truly together. The rest of the team knew about their relationship, but they kept it under wraps, afraid of the scrutiny that might follow if it became public knowledge.

As they faced the barrage of questions from reporters, Leah maintained her gruff demeanor, while Y/N charmed everyone with her infectious smile and witty comebacks. But beneath Leah's tough exterior, something was stirring.

During one particularly tedious interview, Y/N cracked a joke that had Leah suppressing a smirk. She admired Y/N's ability to find humor in any situation, even when they were forced to hide their true feelings.

As the season progressed, the public started to take notice of the chemistry between Leah and Y/N. Speculation ran rampant, with fans and journalists alike beginning to suspect that there was more to their relationship than just friendship.

Leah couldn't deny the flutter of warmth in her chest whenever she caught Y/N's eye or felt her touch. She found herself stealing glances at her girlfriend when she thought no one was looking, a softness in her gaze that betrayed her stoic facade.

After a particularly intense match, the team gathered in the locker room, celebrating their victory. As the teasing banter ensued, Leah felt a blush creeping up her neck when her teammates started teasing her about her undeniable fondness for Y/N.

"Looks like the captain's got a soft spot after all," one of them teased, earning a playful shove from Leah.

Y/N wrapped an arm around Leah's waist, leaning in close. "Don't worry, babe. Your secret's safe with me," she whispered, her voice filled with affection.

Leah couldn't help but smile, her heart swelling with love for the woman beside her. Despite the challenges they faced, she knew that as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm that came their way.

And as they walked out of the locker room, hand in hand, Leah couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, it was time to let the world see the truth – that she and Y/N were more than just 'best mates' on the pitch.

#engwnt imagine #england wnt #engwnt x reader #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson imagine #woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso community #ai generated