#writing theft

[obsessivevoidkitten]

I am so fucking mad. I am seething. You just HAPPEN to COINCIDENTALLY make a lovesick orc chieftain that the reader gives a peace offering to in order to stop war and that offering results in the reader's accidental marriage to the orc chief?

Sure sounds a fuck ton like my story Peace Offering

[bunnis-monsters]

So a little update on @/thatonewerdio

She pretty much just reworded the first paragraph instead of taking it out like I asked. This is still really disrespectful and it’s STILL copying me!!

Also… “human generator” just say that you still wanted to rip me off and didn’t have the creativity to do so without copying me completely 💀

Anyways, monster fucker community, ESPECIALLY writers, I suggest you go and check if that person has copied your work too. Usually if they’ve copied one person, they’ve copied more.

Please report their naga post, since it copies me!

[nico-nico-suavecito]

Poets: Add your name to your poems!

I see so many poems (art as well) going down the Tumblr to Pinterest to Tiktok pipeline. It gets screenshot from Tumblr (or saved, in the case of poems posted as images), where it is then posted on Pinterest without credit. From there Tiktokers collect poems and art for web-weaving slideshows which then get hundreds of thousands of views. If the artist's name isn't included in the screenshot of the poem or as a watermark on the art, there is no credit given.

These people do not care. They will happily use your art and talent to farm engagement and literally get paid for it.

Add your name to your poems. I recommend putting it between the title and the poem itself. It likely won't get edited out - it's not like these people are trying to claim the work as theirs. They're just trying to post as much as they can to get as much money as they can, so they aren't taking the time to credit artists. As a result, they probably are too lazy to edit out credit if you add it.

So, add your name to all your poems. All of them. That way if it gets saved or screenshot and posted to Pinterest the people who love your work will be able to find you.

[munsondjarin]

hey, just noticed your user is Eddie/Mando themed and thought you might be able to help make some noise so we can get a plagiarized post taken down.

@ayadrafts has stolen a Joel Miller fic (word for word) and reposted it as an Eddie Munson fic. she keeps deleting requests to remove the stolen work. unfortunately the original writer can't even report this post because ayadrafts preemptively blocked her.

the original is a fic called Phone a Friend by strang3lov3 and there's more info in the pinned post on her page if you'd like to read or give it a reblog so people know what's going on.

Of course! Literally gets on my nerves when people plagiarize bc writers put sm time and effort into their posts. And to then delete comments and be straight up ignorant is pathetic and immature. Hope it gets taken down soon!

[wordstome]

how c.ai works and why it's unethical

Okay, since the AI discourse is happening again, I want to make this very clear, because a few weeks ago I had to explain to a (well meaning) person in the community how AI works. I'm going to be addressing people who are maybe younger or aren't familiar with the latest type of "AI", not people who purposely devalue the work of creatives and/or are shills.

The name "Artificial Intelligence" is a bit misleading when it comes to things like AI chatbots. When you think of AI, you think of a robot, and you might think that by making a chatbot you're simply programming a robot to talk about something you want them to talk about, and it's similar to an rp partner. But with current technology, that's not how AI works. For a breakdown on how AI is programmed, CGP grey made a great video about this several years ago (he updated the title and thumbnail recently)

I HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend you watch this because CGP Grey is good at explaining, but the tl;dr for this post is this: bots are made with a metric shit-ton of data. In C.AI's case, the data is writing. Stolen writing, usually scraped fanfiction.

How do we know chatbots are stealing from fanfiction writers? It knows what omegaverse is [SOURCE] (it's a Wired article, put it in incognito mode if it won't let you read it), and when a Reddit user asked a chatbot to write a story about "Steve", it automatically wrote about characters named "Bucky" and "Tony" [SOURCE].

I also said this in the tags of a previous reblog, but when you're talking to C.AI bots, it's also taking your writing and using it in its algorithm: which seems fine until you realize 1. They're using your work uncredited 2. It's not staying private, they're using your work to make their service better, a service they're trying to make money off of.

"But Bucca," you might say. "Human writers work like that too. We read books and other fanfictions and that's how we come up with material for roleplay or fanfiction."

Well, what's the difference between plagiarism and original writing? The answer is that plagiarism is taking what someone else has made and simply editing it or mixing it up to look original. You didn't do any thinking yourself. C.AI doesn't "think" because it's not a brain, it takes all the fanfiction it was taught on, mixes it up with whatever topic you've given it, and generates a response like in old-timey mysteries where somebody cuts a bunch of letters out of magazines and pastes them together to write a letter.

(And might I remind you, people can't monetize their fanfiction the way C.AI is trying to monetize itself. Authors are very lax about fanfiction nowadays: we've come a long way since the Anne Rice days of terror. But this issue is cropping back up again with BookTok complaining that they can't pay someone else for bound copies of fanfiction. Don't do that either.)

Bottom line, here are the problems with using things like C.AI:

It is using material it doesn't have permission to use and doesn't credit anybody. Not only is it ethically wrong, but AI is already beginning to contend with copyright issues.

C.AI sucks at its job anyway. It's not good at basic story structure like building tension, and can't even remember things you've told it. I've also seen many instances of bots saying triggering or disgusting things that deeply upset the user. You don't get that with properly trigger tagged fanworks.

Your work and your time put into the app can be taken away from you at any moment and used to make money for someone else. I can't tell you how many times I've seen people who use AI panic about accidentally deleting a bot that they spent hours conversing with. Your time and effort is so much more stable and well-preserved if you wrote a fanfiction or roleplayed with someone and saved the chatlogs. The company that owns and runs C.AI can not only use whatever you've written as they see fit, they can take your shit away on a whim, either on purpose or by accident due to the nature of the Internet.

DON'T USE C.AI, OR AT THE VERY BARE MINIMUM DO NOT DO THE AI'S WORK FOR IT BY STEALING OTHER PEOPLES' WORK TO PUT INTO IT. Writing fanfiction is a communal labor of love. We share it with each other for free for the love of the original work and ideas we share. Not only can AI not replicate this, but it shouldn't.

(also, this goes without saying, but this entire post also applies to ai art)

[tyrantchimera]

Considering the massive attacks on AO3 and general fanfiction lately, I wonder if there is a way to fight back against it. Or make mega corporations fight for us. Perhaps everyone with a AO3/fanfiction/writing account could all come together to write a massive, if nonsensical, fanfiction using copyrighted characters from Marvel, Disney, Harry Potter, etc. Poison the algorithm, so to speak. And if every one posts a slight variation of it and allows people and AI to view it freely... hmm. This would require a lot of people working together though. And a lot of people feeding nonsense into AIs like ChatGPT directly... anyone else up for it?

[celestialmaison]

And while we're talking about ai theft: turn. off. grammarly. Disable it. Delete it. Get that shit off of your computer ASAP.

I never realized how much of my shit is scanned by grammarly until today. It scans my emails, my text posts on this bewitched platform, my wips on google docs, my youtube comments--literally everything ive ever typed on my laptop is scanned by grammarly. And I've been allowing this to happen for years.

Turn. Off. Grammarly.

[clairewritesfanfics]

Plagiarism

For context, I checked my blog earlier this morning and a Good Samaritan tagged me to a certain Invincible x Reader post, which was basically an excerpt from my Variants react to their Reader wanting to break up with them. I sadly don't remember the username of the Reader who notified me, and by the time I got home just now, I can no longer find the post. BUT I did take a screencap of the post which I have inserted above this text.

Below this text is a screencap of my writing:

Thank you for the kind Reader who notified me.

Now, to @yuriosakawa, for the sake of my own sanity, I'm going to assume you're young and don't understand what constitutes as plagiarism, however, if you're old enough to post on Tumblr then you're old enough to face the consequences and learn. I suggest reading up more about it online. Educate yourself.

It doesn't matter if it is "just" fan content. You should never ever, EVER copy another person's work and pass it off as your own.

I am an amateur writer, which means I write for the love of the art and the fandom I am part of. I write because I want to share this love with other people. Everything else? The follows, the reblogs, the comments? Those are amazing bonuses from amazing readers, but they are not the reason I do what I do.

For shame.

I hope you never do this again. And I hope that when you do make something, something from your soul, may you never have it stolen from you. I hope you never feel what I'm feeling right now as I type this message.

[hoardingpuffin]

I have 114 fics on Ao3 between two Accounts. Today I found out that 113 of them were scraped for AI training in the mass scape by HuggingFace user nyuuzyou. That is almost 730.000 words and 7 years worth of love, dedication and work in many different fandoms. I am sick to my stomach with anger and upset and whilst I will try my best to take action, I doubt it will do much, considering this user uploaded the dataset to a ton of sites and genuinely refers it it as "my dataset" WHICH - THE FUCKING GALL! YOUR DATASET?!?! WITH THE DATA YOU FUCKING STOLE?!??!!?

I am so fucking angry. I am a scientist. I actively research the negative impacts of generative AI on creative spaces. Now I am also actively harmed by those same negative impacts, as were hundreds other talented dedicated writers.

If you genuinely think any form of generative AI or scraping are okay, get the actual fuck away from any of my pages. In fact, get the fact out of fandom spaces. GenAI is not Art, it is theft of intellectual property [and yes, whilst fanfic cannot be copyrighted, the fics are still intellectual property of the writers, especially when we are talking about AUs].

ALSO ANOTHER THING: A lot of the fics that were scraped were canon fics of my original character Elwood. Fics for Skybound which I am apart of. Fics that are 100% my original intellectual property. They are not a fan work, they are literally part of the langer canon.

I am so fucking angry. Fuck you, GenAI users and apologists. Fuck you very much.

[rreskk]

2 IN 1

A smutty oneshot between fem!reader and trikey

Summary: You had a fetish for older men. Luckily they took you into their arms and lifted the weights from your shoulders with the snap of their fingers.

Word count: 1477 TW: Smut, threesomes, perversion, dirty talk, cnc.

“I think I prefer you without the dress on.” Trevor sneered as he watched you engulf the heavy erection of Michael’s, his face scrunching with mere delight the moment your tongue made contact with his sensitive tip again after taking turns for the past hour.

You were unresponsive to his comment since your mouth remained occupied with another man.

“I like this girl,” He murmured to Michael. “She’s a real beauty… Gorgeous ass, perfect tits. I gotta know what that pussy tastes like…”

“She’s all yours.” You heard the other man croak from the immense pleasure he was facing. It excited you; being passed around like meat.

“You hear that? You’re all mine, baby.” Trevor spoke from behind. Shivers ran up your spine. While you ducked your head back onto Michael, swirling his cock around as you sucked upwards and down, enjoying the surface layer of sweat and his natural scent of booze.

You hardly noticed the way your lower body got adjusted into a kneeling position. Until his breath seized the surface of your backslide, causing you to grow sloppy and whiney.

“Oh, oh…” Michael smirked down at your reaction to Trevor’s breath facing your rear side. “I think she’s ready for you, T.”

“You don’t say?” The other man returned with a passionate gaze. “Delicate pussy, sugar… Are you sure you’re not a virgin? All I see is pureness. Such a pure, sexy pussy.”

“Mhm. Something tells me she’s experienced.” He’d grunt. “Ain’t no one suck like this before.”

Trevor’s lips switched into a hefty grin. He raised an eyebrow as his friend continued to get the royal treatment of having you devouring his lap with an apparent experienced tongue. It made him curious. If you weren’t a virgin; he wanted to gain an opportunity of giving you a newer experience.

His fingers caressed the sight of your open pussy that was building up with arousal and cum. It trailed from your clit, downwards, reaching your anus, his fingertip gently pressing against it, noticing how your back arched at the sudden sensation of having your rear side fondled.

He inserted a finger and heard a distant groan of your lips fighting against Michael’s abnormally sized cock that hardened and increased in size. Trevor smirked. He continued to insert his finger until you cried out in clear indications of your acknowledgment.

“Atta girl…” He responded and softly kissed your lower back, his finger still within your anus. “I’ll go easy, sugar. I’ll go easy.”

You whimpered into Michael as drool seeped from your lips and down his sensitive skin. The man you were tasting started to stroke your hair, a comforting gesture while his best friend explored your lower body, enjoying as much as you had to offer from your body that they craved for.

Trevor kissed down your inner thighs until he reached your pussy, pecking around the inner folds before closing his eyes and taking you into his mouth, his fingers still stationary in your anus, occasionally moving to make you grunt or whine his name.

He was gentle then turned aggressive. Michael’s grip on your head kept you occupied so you faced overstimulation of having all your holes loved. Tears were brimming and your cheeks were damp. It was all out of pleasure. You never experienced so much sensations that you stared up at Michael, sobbing on his cock as he’d tug on your hair with domination.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” He calmly encouraged you to keep sucking. Though it sounded like a demand, scaring you into bobbing your head repeatedly in case you lose favour of his praises.

The same goes to Trevor who took breaks in between your cunt so he could admire how sensual your body looked from between your legs. He saw your breasts dangle and scrape the covers whenever you throated Mikey’s cock; your nipples erected and stomach bloating out with your heavy breathes.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect, baby.” Trevor worshiped before detaching himself from your rear side and  standing up. He hovered over you instead, his hands grasping your hips and caressing your soft skin that was heated and warm with sexuality.

Michael noticed and smiled up to his friend who was going to take advantage of how loose you had got from Trevor’s tongue making love to your pussy. “That time already, T?”

“Can’t help myself,” He grunted and unbuckled his pants. “I’m in love with this slut.”

“I’m sure she’ll love it rough.”

“Keep her working, Mikey. Make use of her throat,” Winked Trevor who lowered his head down to your shoulder blade, whispering into your skin with a husky voice. “It’ll be hard to stay away from you after this, Angel.”

Your cheeks blushed and you were going to answer back but Michael pushed you back into his cock, leaving Trevor to laugh at how messy you had got with your hair tangled and tears trickling down your shiny face.

“Remember the rules, baby.” Mikey muttered.

“She’ll remember.” Trevor exhaled in relief when he lined up his own cock to your rear side. He tested the area, rubbing himself into your inner thigh and the opening of your anus before making up his mind, thrusting into your pussy instead.

Both of you made a high-pitched noise that sent shivers up Michael’s spine.

He had the luxury of seeing his best friend suddenly pound into you; his hairy chest clenching inwards as he’d inhale sharply, pleasuring himself to the feeling of your pussy around his eager cock that currently twitched and shouted for mercy.

“How’s she feeling?” Mikey asked, smirking.

“Like a billion fuckin’ bucks…” Trevor bit into his lower lip and thrusted back into your soaked cunt. “I love this girl, Mikey… She’s an Angel…”

“You hear that, darling? You’ve got him wrapped around your pretty little finger.” Both of them snickered to themselves.

You couldn’t talk back. Suffering the gag of the older man’s skin rubbing into your tongue, their banter degraded and tormented your pleasure. You wanted to initiate dirty talk back and express your satisfaction but the appeal was denied.

Trevor started to increase his pace once he grew confident. His nails pierced your hips as he thrusted with a low moan, closing his eyes for a moments rest and opening up to see Michael petting your head like a low-life pet. His lips quivered with joy; hips slamming in and out enough to hear you whimper into Michael’s cock that’s close to coming inside your throat again.

They made you swallow him for the third time when he came. The man’s groan sounded painful but you knew it was out of relief, swallowing his salty fluids and returning to his now softness. You needed to make him hard again – you were ordered to by the grip in your hair.

“Mhm… I love that,” Trevor murmur from behind, spreading your legs more so you lost balance and fell right into Michael’s cock, deep-throating it with a loud whine. Trevor thrusted into you again with a wide smirk, “Louder, sugar. Louder.”

Tears swell your eyes again.

“You’re making her cry.”

He grinned towards Mikey and recoiled inside again, “I can hear her. Is the pretty girl coping?”

“She’s coping beautifully,” Michael caressed your chin with a soft smile before repositioning his cock from your throat and rubbing into your cheek. “You had enough, sweetheart?”

“No… No.” Finally, you spoke.

“You want more?”

“Please.”

Mikey nodded and slapped his tip onto your tongue again.

“She likes us.”

“Ngh! – “ He grunted when you sucked him straight away, leaning back and giving Trevor a dazed face of bliss.

“I can feel you getting’ close, baby,” Trevor’s breath penetrated the back of your ear as he properly inserted himself deep down, hitting every surface with aggression and violence, assaulting you with consensual lust.

Your face scrunched up and body started to shake uncontrollably.

“I’m gonna cum inside you.” He demanded before pushing your head back down onto Michael’s lap and forcing himself against your core, panting as he started to orgasm, his semen buried deep within your body, breeding you with his own DNA.

Soft cries left your lips and Michael watched your back arch into Trevor’s chest. He smirked.

“Fuck, fuck… Sugar, fuck – “ His friend whinged and collapsed against you; his bodily weight trapping you against Michael’s frame, like a human sandwich toasting you alive.

Trevor’s cock remained tucked inside your beaten pussy as cum drippled out. His nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck, eyes barely opening but still gaining the sight of Michael rubbing the pre-cum from your lips.

He exhaled sharply and gave you gentle kisses against your jaw – an example of his low-effort aftercare while you took Mikey out of your mouth, finally accessing the courage to talk after the minutes of non-stop playing.

“Thank you,” Your voice wobbled. “Thank you. Both.”

[teethkid67]

PAYDAY

aka a valentine for the lovely @itsnotmystic / @corvids-calling - fanart for stars fic of the same name, which you can read here !!! i really enjoyed this concept and wanted to do some art for it :3 hope you like it because i REALLY loved your work & i hope this shows that !!! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY !!!!

this is also a loose love-letter to the wonderful @arginnit 's crazy background-drawing-ability and style/skill at portraying environments . wadds your stuff is insane and i love it

happy @mcyt-valentines exchange !!!!

[elliottkay]

You ever miss your hometown so much during a pandemic that you wrote a whole novel about it with magic and car chases and sexy immortal mercenaries and a sketchy secret FBI task force and adorable cats and the sweetest monster-chomping ghost dog ever? Or is it just me?

GRAND THEFT SORCERY is out now! You can read chapter one for free on my website!

The vampire lord of Los Angeles is dead, plunging the nightlife into chaos. His subjects fight over his title and his missing treasure hoard. The conflict brings werewolves, sorcerers, and djinn close to open war.

Repo man Evan Murphy knows nothing of the supernatural. He only wants a roof over his head and food for his cats. When a risky job lands him in the dungeon of a Hollywood Hills necromancer, a forgotten god offers him the power to escape—making him the target of a beautiful immortal mercenary and every monster within a hundred miles. Evan’s new magic may save the city from its shadows, but only if he can save himself.

WARNING: Grand Theft Sorcery contains explicit sex, explicit violence, explicit criticism of American law enforcement, bilingual profanity, a meet-cute that ends in homicide, conspicuous consumption, Los Angeles, demons, monsters, cops, vampires, talent agents, tautologies, street racing, attempted murder, successful murder, axe murder, motorcycle helmet murder, matching basketball hoodies, carjacking, kidnapping, brief torture, discovery of animal abuse (past/off-page), destruction of evidence, rampant traffic violations, premeditated hotel reservation with Only One Bed, desecration of the dead, awkward meetings with the ex, awkward meetings with the ex’s mom, deadly bisexuals, hypermasculine podcaster trash, acknowledgment of white privilege, false license plates, conspiracy, squatting, looting, mauling, home invasion, trespassing, witchcraft, abuse of authority, aggressive generosity, arguable cannibalism, destruction of private property, search warrant violations, outright lies, phone hacking, petty theft, grand larceny, vandalism, arson, defenestration, resisting arrest, driving under the influence of existential shock, appropriation of queer meme culture, shooting, punching, kicking, biting, couch surfing, bribery of wildlife, old timey Hollywood stereotypes, internet sexism and exploitation thereof, unflattering implications about Heaven and angels, two entirely normal cats, and the Black Dog of the Mojave.

GRAND THEFT SORCERY stands alone as a thrill ride unto itself, yet it shares a world and characters with the Good Intentions series. No prior reading required, but GI readers will recognize events and a few very familiar faces. Again, if you want a good preview, chapter one is here on my website!

Cover illustration by Julie Dillon, title design by Lee Moyer!

[13personalities]

whenever I go through an entire tag on ao3 and I decide to go through it again with lower expectations, you will not catch me reading an AI generated fic. My standards may have lowered but my respect for hardworking, suffering authors definitely hasn’t.

[monstersholygrail]

Is it okay if I made a character ai chat thing for the bird hybrids? If that’s okay with you

I appreciate you asking but no, that is certainly not ok with me. I do not condone any of my writing, characters, or ideas to be input into anything to do with AI. I don’t want any of my writing associated with AI at all and I will never give permission for anything like that.

I do not support or encourage the use of AI whatsoever. It is extremely harmful for writers as well as other types of artists. And it’s seriously not talked about enough and discouraged enough when it comes to writing.

Like, asking this would be similar to asking an artist if you could take their art and put it into an Ai generator so you could create more art with their art style for free.

If people want something from a specific character whether it’s an oc or a fandom character or whoever, then commission it. Normalize commissioning writers like yall commission artists!! If there’s something you wanna read and see written, a conversation, dynamic, interaction, reaction, and anything else then simply commission it.

I promise you a real writer is going to be able to more accurately portray a character, especially an oc, than a computer can.

Plus, just imagine how happy you’ll make the writer!!! Showing your appreciation to them and wanting to pay them for all their hard work. It would mean the world to any writer. And I think it’s so insanely important to extend that same courtesy and respect to writers.

[erinwantstowrite]

opinions on ai?

This is the perfect time to share something I wrote a few months ago when I was upset about it:

AI is the bane of my existence and I hate it so much. Not only because of the environmental impact that it has, but because of how it gives us absolutely nothing of value in creative spaces and is actually a detriment to our future, rather than being "innovative" like companies want us to believe.

If you're using AI to write notes for you, or to answer questions, to write your essays and your discussion posts, you are hurting yourself. But eventually you will hurt others with your willing ignorance. You are not learning, you are not taking the time to push yourself to new bounds. You are not absorbing the information you need, and for why? Because it's hard? Life is hard. Learning is hard. If learning was easy, you wouldn't be learning anything at all. And one day when you need to use these tools you put down and gave to a program in order to do your job, you are going to get someone hurt in some way. If you're going into teaching and you didn't bother to learn about childhood development because you let an AI take your notes because you couldn't be half-assed to sit through an hour long lecture, you will fail every student that comes your way. If you're an engineer and you had AI do the math for you, something that you make will break and it could kill someone. Because the AI can not even count how many times the letter 'r' is in strawberry, but you're trusting it to make bridges or design buildings?

And in a creative sense, you are not an artist if you use AI. I will scream it from the rooftops if I have to.

You are not an artist if you use AI.

Because to be an artist is to put your very soul into what you create. And an AI has no soul. To be an artist is to lay yourself bare for people to witness and interpret, and it's scary but it's freeing. To be an artist is to make a message with your art, to have people a thousand years from now sit in a museum and feel connected to who you were so far in the past. To think that humanity may be different but we are also inherently the same. To be an artist is to despair over the process of creating your art because it's difficult, and time consuming, and damn does it drive you crazy. But then you get that end result and you realize you learned something about yourself, you got better at something that brings you joy, you created and now you see what you are capable of, and what you will be capable of in the future. To be an artist is to connect with someone because of what you made, and that someone includes yourself.

We keep telling young artists that they need to be better now, they need to quit if they aren't good at it on the first try. We keep acting like we didn't start from somewhere ourselves, like we were born with the fine motor skills and the talent needed to create. It's because our attention spans can't handle over 20 seconds and we need multiple videos playing to drown out our own thoughts. We have to look at comment sections to see the court of public opinion before we make a judgement ourselves. If anything is out of the ordinary or doesn't look the way we expect or want, it must be shamed. And this existence is exhausting because at the end of the day, we have done nothing of value. When coming across a video of a young artist who took the time out of their day to create, we need to encourage them to continue going, tell them that their work is worthy. Because it is. It is worthy because they made it. If we shoot them down before they can go anywhere, we've just killed an artist that could have painted the next Starry Night, or created a sculpture that millions of people would try to visit. We've shot down someone who could teach others how to create one day in their future. We shot them down and killed their inspiration and motivation, and they might turn to someone else to do it for them because they will believe they are not worthy enough or talented enough to make it.

When I was still in school, my favorite part of the year was seeing the projects put up on the wall. The silly displays our teachers put up to show a holiday with slightly wonky paper snowflakes, the posters that the art students made with "too many lightning bolts around the guitar", the signs for school dances, the yearbooks that students spent all year making, the English class posters that depicted scenes from what they were reading and they were made with stick figures or they had someone draw out butterflies. I loved seeing the decorations for Homecoming Week, loved looking ta the booths that everyone made for our career and science fairs. I liked when we put on talent shows still, when we did pep rallies and fashion shows and we saw everyone get together to have fun and not care if it was "perfect." No one there was a professional artist, not yet, but that didn't make it any less entertaining or creative.

We dance because we want to feel how our bodies move and express ourselves in ways words cannot. We paint and we draw and make pottery and quilts and pictures because at one point, all we had were cave paintings of our hands, and we still look at them with reverence for where we started. We sing and we drum and we laugh because music is a universal language that anyone can understand, and isn't that breathtaking? We write so that people in the future can pour themselves over our words and learn from us, so that kids can hide their books underneath their covers with a little flashlight when their parents put them to bed hours ago but they just can't put our story down they have to know what comes next! We cook for our loved ones and have family recipes that mean we've been tasting the same food that our family we never got to meet were eating too.

We create because humans are meant to create. We put our love into the process, we put our dreams and our hopes and our hard earned lessons into these creations.

AI will never have that. AI has none of the process, and therefore, it is not art. We can gripe about how art has different meanings all we want, we can shout that art is only art if it invokes an opinion or a thought, but that is not what makes art. Because there is still effort put into placing a shoe on a pedestal, or painting a yellow square, or painting a mural on a wall, or writing poetry in a tiny notebook at school, or melting crayons together, or anything that requires you putting it together. If AI is doing all the work for you, then you've accomplished nothing. And you stole from the people that actually did accomplish something. You stole not only their effort, but you stole their process, their feelings, their hope and their dreams and their ideas of the future.

AI is nothing and will ultimately become obsolete. Because humans will not stop creating just because companies are pushing for us to stop and hand it over to them. They want us to stop creating, they want us to pay them for it, they want us to put blind trust into what they're doing, they want us to forget that they are stealing from us. I will not forget. I will never forget. Because I was born to sing and dance and write and draw and cook, and when I die, my body will go right back to the Earth and perhaps flowers will grow around my grave. I will still be creating even then. And even if AI is still around and still trying to steal from us, I will die knowing that it could never do the same.

[sinisterexaggerator]

I had to make some dividers for my boy Trevor Philips from GTA V.

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