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sublimati0ns · 2 months ago

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Sorry I’m going to make an off-topic rant about original fiction specifically (non-fandom!) because there’s this post going around that made me pause AHA

Disclaimer at the start: I love when people are inspired by my fanworks! I love seeing things I’ve drawn or mentioned on my blog appear in other people’s works or headcanons. As long as my fanworks aren’t being reposted, copied / traced, or used for genAI I’m happy! I even welcome redraws or derivative works (fics, followups, etc) as long as I’m credited ^^

But when it comes to original fiction, I’m like… Hmmm ;;; I’ve had some experiences that have made me averse to sharing my characters and stories with the world.

Cuz do people actually say this and not just mean “don’t plagiarise my designs, character / worldbuilding concepts, and stories under the guise of ‘inspiration’ ”? 😭 I feel like taking heavy inspiration from a small artist’s work—especially when used to build an online presence or as the basis of something intended to be published—is pretty harmful?

A lot of comments in this post are saying “nothing is 100% original and taking inspiration is natural,” which is true, but there’s a pretty big difference between emotionally connecting to a piece such that it motivates you to work on your own things and straight up copying someone… And when it comes to the latter, there is definitely nuance! Imitating the art from a big IP or of a long-dead world-renowned master is really not the same as imitating an independent hobbyist… A teenager with no following ripping off someone’s OCs isn’t the same as a grown ass adult emulating another small artist’s works to sell commissions or publish comics with.

(It’s also different when people properly credit who inspired them or got permission to make derivative works, etc.)

I know some people are fine with being emulated (which is great!) but as a whole, isn’t it entitled to say that, just because someone chooses to share their art with the world, that art is now free to be taken apart and used for consumer gain? I’m confused LOL is there some part of the discourse I’m missing?

Obviously people don’t own palettes, compositions, certain design traits, rendering techniques, etc but like—each individual artist has their own way of putting all these pieces together. Why would you want to copy someone else’s style instead of developing your own? The people who inspire us put a lot of work into their art; as fellow artists, why shouldn’t we respect that and not try to overstep our bounds as fans (ie. not presuming they’ll be flattered by imitation without asking first)?

I just can’t wrap my head around the idea of someone saying “don’t take inspiration from my art” and meaning “don’t perceive my art” or “I don’t want my art to resonate with you.” Like—do people actually mean it like that rather than straightforwardly requesting people don’t rip off their works and insist “well that’s what you get for trusting us with it—you should know plagiarism inspiration is totally fine cuz it’s the internet!”? 💀

TL;DR I may be wrong, but I personally think OP might be taking the “don’t take inspiration from my art” thing out of context, which is what gave me pause. In my experience, most of the time when people say that it’s cuz they’ve been plagiarised under the guise of “inspiration,” not because they don’t want people to resonate with their art.

(Again, disclaimer I’m talking about IP theft revolving around the original characters / stories of small, independent artists, who—unlike big IPs—can be harmed if other people lift heavily from their works to turn a profit.)

#lacetalks #When people are inspired by my fanworks I’m :D!! but when people blatantly copy my OCs or my original art and pass it off as their own #I’m like ogugh. Maybe I shall stop sharing them :’(#I won’t overshare about my personal history with people plagiarising my OCs but dear G o d believe you me

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silvrash-797 · 2 months ago

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Febuwhump 2025 - As the Games go 'Round

Chapter 2: Some will Win, Some will Lose

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A/N: First and foremost: I had ten fics (nearly half of my current count) involved in the April '25 GenAI data scrape. I'm still trying to figure out how to issue the takedown notices so my work isn't used in generative AI. I've always tried to keep at least the fics I've been actively working on open to all, so those good people who are waiting for accounts can still access them. However, due to the data scrape, I have now locked all my fics to registered users, and will not be unlocking them. I have never and will never use AI in my writing. I enjoy the process, I enjoy the fulfillment, and I enjoy the feedback.

With that, this chapter got away from me, so half will be posted now, and a third chapter will be added when I finish writing it!

Legend’s mind raced as he stared at the two dice in his palm. The miniature icons of his brothers' faces, the implications of the symbols on the larger die…

He did not want to play more games. But what was the alternative? Fighting his way out? Too many armed obstacles, especially with the rest still in sleep clothes. He could use his magic cloak and sneak out, but now that he’d found the others, he wasn’t letting them out of his sight.

Muffled protests issued from four throats, and Legend turned to look at his brothers. Despite their injuries and the gags around their mouths, they shook their heads fiercely, eyes pleading. He looked from them to the twenty-sided die, then back again. Two faces each for bubbling water, fire, broken bone, forked lightning, knife, spear, and someone holding their throat, five sides with broken chains, and one blank space. That’s, what, a 25-30% chance for freedom?

“Or I could just torture them outright and not give you a say,” Tzikizi growled. “Tick-tock, Hero of Legend.”

Legend inhaled sharply, drawing his shoulders up to his ears as he braced himself. “Fine,” he gritted out, “I’ll play your game.” He turned and glared balefully at the sadist before him. “But you have to swear to let us go when we land on the chains.”

“Yes, yes, of course!” Tzikizi snatched the dice from Legend’s hand and pranced around the room, pulling cords and levers, transforming the room into what could only be called a theater. The collar of his cloak flashed intermittently as it caught the lights.

Legend’s heart pounded as the stage was set. He stared in dumb horror as the Armos-guards lit a hot fire and placed a cauldron of water over it, set up a separate basin of water, displayed a horrifying collection of hammers, knives, spears, and elemental arrows, and placed a branding iron in the fire.

What have I agreed to?

Too late to back out now. With an impatient gesture from Tzikizi, the Armos-guards dragged Wind, Time, Hyrule, and Twilight to their feet, bringing them to the middle of the stage before forcing them back to their knees. A separate guard pulled a short blade and prodded Legend onto the stage as well.

The guard turned to Tzikizi and said, with a clatter of gears and other machinery, “READY, MASTER.”

“Wonderful, wonderful!” he trilled, then grabbed Legend’s sleeve and dragged him closer to a shallow table near the edge of the room. “I’ll go first to show you how to play!”

“We take a die in each hand, like so,” Tzikizi shook the six-sided die briefly in his right hand before opening it, allowing the die to spin onto the table. It tumbled for a moment, then came to rest.

Tzikizi’s face stared up from the die. “Well!” The man in question looked entirely too thrilled at the results. “I suppose it’s only fair I go first, both to prove my honesty and ensure your cooperation.

“Once the victim die is cast, we roll the other to determine their fate.” So saying, he rattled the twenty-sided die in his left hand, then let it fly. It tumbled around the table, finally coming to rest on the icon of a broken bone and an arrow pointing down.

The moment the die settled, a pair of the automata rattled to life. One approached the weapons rack, while the other approached Tzikizi. “GRAB THE MASTER,” it said. Tzikizi went willingly to the center of the stage.

The first automaton selected a heavy mallet, brought it to center stage, and without preamble swung it down onto Tzikizi’s bare left foot.

Legend cringed as the crunch of breaking bones rang through the room. Tzikizi merely hobbled back to the table. Great, he’s a masochist too.

“I don’t mind pain,” Tzikizi inhaled, visibly savoring the injury. A thin smile split his face. “it reminds me I’m alive. I cannot say the same for your friends.” He plucked the dice from the tabletop and held them out to Legend. “Your turn.”

Faint, chilled, Legend watched himself take the dice. The corners of the smaller die pricked his palm as it rattled in his hand, careening around with bruising force. How could he submit his brothers to that cruelty? How could anyone be that sick, that depraved? Why was he going through with this??

His hand opened over the table. The die spilled out, tumbled around a corner, spun once, twice, and settled with Wind's bright, smiling face staring up at him.

The distance between Legend's mind and body grew. No, not Wind! Not his little brother, the Sailor who complained, who reasoned, who loved a prank as much as the rest of them –

The larger die fell from his nerveless hand and thudded onto the table, the impact shaking him to his core. It teetered between two of the freedom faces before hitting an imperfection in the table.

Forked lightning, and an arrow pointing up.

Legend couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t find his way back to his body. Distantly he heard a mechanical voice. “GRAB THE LITTLE ONE.”

No, nonono TURN! SPEAK! STOP THIS!!

Electricity crackled. Wind screamed through his gag, high and pained and afraid.

Ice plunged across Legend's soul at the sound, and he dropped back into his body. Tears and sweat cascaded down his face as he turned to Wind, the young Hero choking on his sobs beneath his gag, with a smoking hole piercing his sleep shirt high on his chest. A guard replaced a spent shock arrow on the weapons rack.

Bile rose in Legend’s throat as Wind was dragged, trembling, back into line. Useless words dribbled from his lips. “I’m so sorry Sailor, I’m sorry I–”

He bit his knuckle, swinging back to the table as the dice clattered behind him. “Let us continue,” Tzikizi said pleasantly, releasing the dice one after another.

Legend barely had time to register Twilight’s face on the smaller die before the larger came to rest with a spear and upward-facing arrow.

“GRAB THE DARK ONE.”

Legend turned, about to speak out (never again, he would NOT allow his brothers to be hurt for his sake) when Twilight made an emphatic noise.

Legend met his brother’s gaze. In Twilight’s eyes he saw love, determination, forgiveness…

Of course Twilight would want to protect him from any pain.

Legend felt smaller than a zol as the automaton untied Twilight’s hands, spread one out, lined up a sharp metal rod, and shoved it through the space between his first and second knuckle. Twilight flinched and bit down on his gag, but otherwise showed no reaction to his hand being impaled.

Legend’s blood boiled at the sheer glee emanating from Tzikizi at Twilight’s stoicism; he stalked to the dice, throwing them almost as fast as Tzikizi had, desperate to just get the game over with.

Wind’s face sat next to a broken bone like Tzikizi had received, but this time the arrow pointed up. Not Wind again!

“GRAB THE LITTLE–”

“NO!” Legend yelled. “Take me instead!” The idea of that mallet coming anywhere close to Wind sickened him.

The automata paused, looking towards their master. In the silence that reigned, Legend heard Wind's whimpering cries and Twilight’s steadying breaths.

Tzikizi waved a lazy hand in approval, and the silence broke. “REVISED ORDERS. GRAB THE PINK ONE.”

Two guards grabbed him roughly by the arms, barely allowing him time to realize they were moving before they’d arrived at center stage. Legend braced himself for that same heavy mallet on his hand, wrist, or forearm, since the arrow was pointing up.

He didn’t expect the sharp, solid, lightning-fast punch to his ribcage. The impact knocked the breath from his lungs and left him coughing, gasping for air as his diaphragm spasmed. Each breath ached as fractured ribs shifted and ground against each other.

But he could take a punch. He’d taken enough of them from Blaino and Ricky. He’d take a dozen more just like it if it meant his brothers would be safe.

“And so it begins,” Tzikizi murmured. He peered at Legend and cooed, “Look at that. You’re crying.”

Legend pulled his arms from the mechanical grasps, roughly swiping one of them over his face. “Take your turn,” he growled.

“If you insist.” Tzikizi took up the pair of dice, rattling the smaller in his palm so long Legend thought he’d explode from the stress.

“DROP IT!” he shouted, then winced and grabbed his ribs.

“As you wish.” The die dropped from his hand onto the table, rolled once, then landed on Twilight again. Swiftly, the second settled next to it.

Broken chains. Freedom!

“GRAB THE DARK ONE.”

“NO!” Legend cried, reaching for Twilight as the guards separated him from the rest. He stumbled as his ribs protested the movement. “You said they’d go free when we rolled the chains!”

“And he will,” Tzikizi groaned, “just as soon as my automata take him to the teleporter pad over here. It will drop him,” he enunciated each word with a tick of his finger, “right outside the manor. You…are familiar with its type, I trust?”

And yes, now that Legend was looking properly, he saw a spot covering one of the larger tiles, swirling blue and gold in that familiar way that all post-dungeon portals had.

Despite the rod still impaling his hand, Twilight fought in the grip of the automata, obviously as unwilling to leave the others as Legend had been.

Legend tried to catch and hold Twilight’s eyes, to promise that he’d keep everyone safe, but the automata shoved him into the portal – still bound and gagged – without ceremony.

“Ta-ta, Hero of Twilight,” Tzikizi said belatedly. Then, to Legend, “Well? Shall we continue?” He gestured to where the dice rested on the table.

No we shall not, this game is sick, you’re sick…Legend walked the short distance back to the table, shoving the pain of his ribs to the back of his mind. He had to stay sharp, competent, strong, if he was going to save the rest of his brothers.

He reached for the dice, but paused, curious. The dice faces that had once contained Twilight and chains were now blank. Cautiously – careful not to drop them on accident – Legend picked up the dice and examined them. Not only was Twilight’s icon gone, but there were now six blank faces on the larger die.

“Ah, perhaps I should have mentioned,” Tzikizi said with a light laugh. “I’d hate to see the same consequence over and over again, and of course we don’t want to roll the die for someone who is no longer here, so I’ve charmed these dice – only a little, mind! – to remove each icon upon completion, and to never land on a blank face.”

Chills raced up and down Legend’s spine. “So they’re loaded?”

“No, no, no, dear boy!” Tzikizi waved his hands in emphatic denial; his collar flashed blindingly again with the movement. “I assure you, it is completely fair. The charm merely adds a few rotations as the dice hit the table if it calculates that a blank side would have shown itself! It activates upon initial impact for just a moment, then goes dormant until the next toss.”

Legend fed a thread of magic sensing through the dice. He felt the spell, dormant as promised. Keeping that thread of magic in place, he rolled the first die. He felt the spell wake briefly, saw it flare in his magical vision, and watched as the die rotated past the blank face to land on Tzikizi’s icon.

Huh. Was he telling the truth?

He tossed the second die, still keeping a theoretical finger on the spell’s pulse. This time, the spell woke and immediately went dormant again. The die came to rest on an icon with bubbling water and an arrow pointing down.

“GRAB THE MASTER.”

Legend withdrew his magic as the guards carried Tzikizi to center stage, then watched dully as they poured boiling water from the cauldron over his foot. He looked back at the table just in time to watch the icon disappear.

Tzikizi hobbled back to the table, foot red and blistered from the scalding water, and casually threw the dice as if nothing had happened. Legend watched his own face smirk up from the table, joined shortly by a knife pointing down.

“GRAB THE PINK ONE.”

“Ah,” Tzikizi purred before the automata could take another step. “I’ve been looking forward to this one. I’m so glad you get this particular…challenge.”

Legend squirmed as Tzikizi hovered for a moment, looking him over like a slab of meat at the butcher’s. Finally, with a gesture to his left leg, Tzikizi backed away.

The guards dragged Legend to center stage and forced him onto his back, holding him down. He bit back a scream when the movement jostled his ribs; bile curdled in his throat as one approached with a razor-sharp knife.

Numbly, he turned his head toward his brothers. Anything for them, he reminded himself.

His resolve nearly faltered when he saw the look of unbridled, righteous fury streaming from Time. Both the old man's eyes were open, and – were it not for the Sailor and Traveler leaning on him for support – Legend was sure Time would have ripped everything in this mansion apart with his bare hands.

Legend tried to send a confident, jaunty smirk their way, but by the way Time's eyes hardened he knew it wasn’t fooling anyone.

Legend flinched as the first knife-prick of the Armos guard entered the flesh below his left kneecap. Shallow, quick, and precise, the guard traced an oblong oval around his shin, almost like…bite marks? Wait, that’s where the baby chain chomp got me at Madam MeowMeow's!

Why would Tzikizi be excited about opening up old scars? For the trauma? Legend wouldn’t put it past the guy. At least this scar wasn’t too bad – he had plenty of other traumatizing scars that would be outright debilitating if he got the upper knife icon. Small mercies, he thought to himself as finally, the Armos released him.

He sent a wan but genuine smile toward his brothers as he carefully got to his feet, testing his weight on his left leg. Time still simmered with anger, Wind looked like he’d be spitting threats and curses if he weren’t gagged, and Hyrule…

Hyrule's eyes were glowing green and gold, Fae ire bubbling closer and closer to the surface. Legend had to finish this game, quick, before anyone (other than himself, he’ll admit) did something stupid.

Their indignation on his behalf stirred up Legend's own fight response, and he smirked as he strolled back to the table. “You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want to keep me down,” he taunted.

Tzikizi didn’t rise to the bait, except to raise an eyebrow. “I plan to,” he drawled.

Legend glowered back and picked up the dice. He cast the first with as much confidence as he could muster, affecting disinterest.

He fought to keep the façade in place when Wind's icon turned up again. Goddesses please, no more. If you’ve ever loved me, let him go!

Legend’s hands trembled as he released the second die. It tumbled through the air, light reflecting off each face as it spun, appearing to move in slow motion as Legend’s heart thundered in anticipation. Silently, he kept up a litany of pleas to the goddesses as the die made contact with the table. Each face burned itself into his retinas.

Fire Blank Person Knife

Blank Lightning Blank

Spear Person….

Broken chains.

The die rested innocently on the tabletop, and Legend's heart almost stopped in relief. Freedom!!

“GRAB THE LITTLE ONE.”

Never before had four words sounded so sweet. Still, he wasn’t going to make the same mistake as he had with Twilight. “Wind!” He clutched his side, yelling as the automata dragged his brother toward the portal. “Find Twi; help him! I’ll get them out soon, I promise!”

Wind looked torn – much closer to a boy of fourteen than a Hero twice-over – but finally nodded and allowed himself to be shoved into the portal.

“And then there were three,” Tzikizi said, false pleasantry dripping like honey from his lips. Synchronous thuds sounded, and Legend turned back as the dice clattered on the table.

Time and another set of broken chains stared up at him. Hah! “And then there were two!” Legend parroted in triumph as the guards seized Time with a call of “GRAB THE SCARRED ONE.”

Tzikizi growled, low and guttural, as Time fought the grip of the guards. Legend knew he was strong, from a lifetime of heroing and ranch-work, but the mechanical beings could not be deterred from their path. They dragged Time to the portal and tossed him in.

Just before Time vanished, he locked eyes with Legend. Stay safe, his eyes pled.

We will, Legend nodded firmly, and Time surrendered himself to the magic of the portal.

“Not to worry,” Tzikizi remarked icily as Legend reached for the dice. “The best is yet to come.”

#SilvrAsh writes #Febuwhump 2025 #no.22 #anti ai #seriously it sickens me that anyone would do that #anyway #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu wind #lu twilight #lu time #lu hyrule #original character #tw torture #tw knives #tw electrocution #tw impalement

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leng-m · 2 months ago

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I found out today that my workplace is now asking interview candidates how they feel about AI. My work has become an absolute staunch supporter of generative AI lately and is pressuring everyone to incorporate it into their daily work. Chatting with a few workmates, I am baffled that I'm the only one who seems to have any reservations about this. (I talked with my manager today and he wasn't even aware of all the ethical issues with it! Shocker!)

I want to clarify that I'm not categorically against all AI. I majored in compsci and I did my masters on machine learning. But the things I wanted to build with this skill set are things like anomaly detection and pattern recognition. I get excited about tools like spam filters and accurate search engines. There's a place for generative AI, like with GANs, but I believe that the way it's being wielded now by the industry is just soul-sucking.

My company has heavily hinted that there's no future for anyone there who isn't willing to jump on the genAI bandwagon; rather shocking as it was up until that point, the most employee-friendly company I've worked at so far. I'd hate to lose the comprehensive health benefits it provides at a time I'm dealing with a chronic illness. And even if I did leave, the darlings of the Toronto tech scene had made it clear genAI is their future -- everyone else is going to be copying them. I don't think there's any job that's safe from the AI infiltration.

So I want to ask you guys. If you're at a company that's now forcing you to use genAI, how are you using it in a way that still lets you sleep at night?

#software engineering #gen ai bullshit

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lethalwizard · 20 hours ago

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um stream of conciousness post bc i went down an ai music rabbit hole today

because while ive had ai text and images pushed at me constantly i haven’t really encountered music because idgaf its nothing to me - but i saw a post about an ai band that’s racked up thousands of listens on streaming platforms and i was like ok what’s all this then

so i like looked through some subreddits and like 70% of it is just baby’s 4th FL project - like you could achieve that level of production with a couple of youtube tutorials and a splice subscription. then the other 30% of it is like, 6/10 (3/10 audio quality consistently though, it’s so funny any clown with a daw can export a pristine wav file but genai shits the bed completely). but the really fucking funny thing is i kept seeing “how to get the most out of your generations” tips and it was just real mixing and mastering advice. like ALL of the stuff that was passable wasn’t just shat out the computer a real person had to write lyrics and mix and master it

like, guys. again you could do this with an fl rip and free samples. i mean i have my opinions about splice producers but honestly why don’t you people just start ripping stems i swear it’d genuinly be easier

oh also the “singers” don’t take breaths in between phrases, once you notice it it’s glaringly obvious

#m #allegedly racked up thousands of listens. all the music was posted at the start of this month #people pointed out the listens are probably bots too #dead internet theory moment

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mountainsoftreatos · 2 days ago

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how i sleep knowing i got my masters degree without ever using chatgpt genai or any of that ish --

#i wrote a 15 page research paper in a day #fuck ai #ai can die #listen i do believe there can be legit benefits of ai but it aint in writing term papers for students ok #write that shit yourself THATS HOW YOU LEARN

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solacescastleglow · 6 months ago

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How to Learn New Information

So, there's something you absolutely need to learn. An equation, a historical event, how to change the oil in your car. Not only that, but you need to prove that you've learned it, and have, if not mastered it, then at least adequately absorbed the concept. But apart from asking AI, you have no idea where to start. Well, I've got you covered.

Preface: actually learning things

Don't use ChatGPT. When you use GenAI to make study notes or explain things to you, you're depriving yourself of the ability to engage with the material in a more interactive way. This means you're less likely to actually learn things. If you went to a surgeon for life-saving surgery, but you found out that they used AI to get through medical school instead of doing the research themself, would you trust them? I personally wouldn't.

Also, when you learn something, you're also training your brain on how to learn. Learning how to learn is so worth your time and effort. Why would you pass on the opportunity to build your ability to learn in addition to the actual thing you're learning? It makes learning the next thing easier because the neural pathways for finding out new information are already there. By the way, if you're in school, that's what they're actually teaching you to do. Even though it might not seem like it, the individual thing you're learning doesn't matter as much as the fact that you are learning.

1. Figure out the scope of your learning

What do you want to learn and why? Which part of the topic is the bit you need to know, and is there any prerequisite knowledge you need to have before you start? If you want to know simple algebra, it's helpful to know how addition and multiplication work, for example.

2. Phrase it as a question

Instead of just stating what you want to learn, for example 'the quadratic formula', it's much more helpful to phrase it as a question. 'What does the quadratic formula do?' and 'why is each variable there and how does it contribute to the end result of the formula?' will result in more in-depth knowledge, because you know exactly what you're looking for.

3. Find the most basic source to learn from

Typing '(thing you're learning) explained for kids' into YouTube is one way to start. I know that for maths and science, there's a set of baby books that explain really complex things, like quantum physics, but so simply that a literal baby could understand. Start with something like that.

4. Take notes

When you're doing this, write down everything. Anything you're not sure about, something that seems like it's been simplified too much, new vocab you come across. Write your question at the top so you can remember what's relevant.

5. Further research

Take your notes, then look each thing up. The Wikipedia page for it is usually accurate, since it's been moderated heavily. Set it to Simple English if possible, that makes it a lot easier to read if you still don't know what's going on. Take notes on that and repeat.

6. The Feynman technique

You've probably heard of this a million times, but what you might not realise is that you should be taking note of what you're missing. Write down questions the other person had that you didn't know the answer to, or things you just realised don't make sense to you while you're in the middle of talking it out.

7. Further research pt. 2

Now take those notes, and research that.

You should have a pretty solid knowledge base now! Good job!!! I hope this method helps you in your life, I know it's a lot more difficult than just typing into ChatGPT but it's so worth it for how much you'll remember.

#that girl #self improvement #study #studyblr #self development #self study #op #anti ai

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