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Excelsior! 🐦⬛✨
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PSA: AO3 HAS BEEN INFECTED WITH AI BOT COMMENTS.
Have you seen one of these dipshits? If you post regularly on ao3, chances are YES, but more likely you didn't notice nor suspect it was a bot. Sometimes they start off nice, or even praise you before getting nasty out of nowhere, like so:
But much like Grok, their newest obsession is nazism.

I don't know where they come from, or what purpose this could possibly serve other than suicidebaiting random people in the internet, I guess; but apparently they've started parroting names from real users to send these comments and shifting their general length to go by undetected. Maybe those are scrappers trying to train 'reviewbots' to be sold as part of some scam service promising to give feedback for newbie writers, who the fuck knows.
Here are more examples of the tone and backhanded compliments you can find in these:
If you regularly post on AO3 or interact with writers in it, please pass this along so they don't feel insane receiving bombs in their inbox. This is ridiculous.
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me when pynch crumbs <3


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Sometimes I remember that Noah was a kid who was very much a Kid: laid-back, kind of a dick, but probably no worse than any other teenage boy, liked shitty pop punk and fast cars and being alive, two parents and sisters at home, girlfriends,
And then he was murdered.
It wasn’t even premeditated.
And he never got to grow up.
Everything that made him Alive died that day. Everything that made Noah Noah
And when Blue walks in the room he gets a little jolt because all of a sudden he Remembers. Remembers the taste of cilantro. Remembers his chest burning while he held his breath underwater, swimming in a lake with his sisters.
He’s forgotten what it was like to be alive and all of a sudden he’s hungry for it, starving. He comes right up to her and presses his cheek to hers, heedless of how weird it is, how animal, how inhuman, heedless of whether or not she wants the contact, and when he touches her he gets a flash of turning and seeing Whelk with his skateboard already mid-arc, a starburst of pain like nothing he’d ever felt before and then
Nothing.
He blinks himself back to reality, or whatever passes for reality for him these days and Blue’s backed up from him, hugging herself, and there are goosebumps all up and down her bare arms. He wonders for a second if she saw what he saw, felt what he felt, but no. They were his memories. She was just the light in the projector booth.
“Sorry,” he says, and he didn’t know ghosts could feel hate but he hates the faded sound of his voice, hates the faded afterimage of real anger that seems to be all he can muster.
He used to be More, once.
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the mythology of Ronan Lynch
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Noah doesn't feel like as much of a character in the graphic novel.
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reading the graphic novel has once again woken my adam parrish obsession
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I'm still in my initial trc fan phase, so bare with me... I wonder if all the fellow trc readers recognize which scene it is! I had the urge to illustrate it as soon as I read it, it's so beautifully written and such a perfect moment of showcasing the changes in the group's dynamics and individual character development. I love them 💔
I spent 8 hours on this which is ridiculously long for me. Haven't drawn anything this complex in a while!!! Felt good but very challenging. Hope u enjoy ✌️
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the thing i especially love abt trc that it is somehow an actual cycle, a self-fulfilling prophecy, think abt it: all his life gansey was drawn to cabeswater, and it's through its power that he was given a purpose, beyond the life his family had scripted for him; it was where he found who he truly was meant to be. however to fulfill his purpose, he had to die eventually, and in dying, he became cabeswater itself. it is said that in cabeswater, time is not a line, but a mirrored lake, so maybe it was always gansey himself calling out to him, guiding him through the quest, making him the Raven King he was, is, and ever will be.
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Making a new post to pin with links to my Pynch fics.
I write a LOT of college AUs apparently: bane of my existence, Technicolor, Mad Scientist
My canon divergence and soulmate AU are reasonably popular. 😊
My personal favorite is my time travel AU.
The rest are here!
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I finally have some time to draw! Obviously, I had to return to draw something of pynch!
I hope you like it!
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mmmm musician ronan and producer adam......
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🫵 YOU. STOP WHERE YOU ARE
say something nice about prev!!! find something cool about them!! give their blog a skim!!
compliments are FREE TO GIVE so GIVE THEM OUT. pls. thamnk. (◍•ᴗ•◍)
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