#This is my writing

[nikkiruncks]

*cue eye roll*

[ya-bug-boy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Nobori | Ingo/Reader, Kudari | Emmet/Reader, Nobori | Ingo/Original Character(s), Kudari | Emmet/Original Character(s) Characters: Nobori | Ingo, Kudari | Emmet, Original Characters Additional Tags: submas x reader, reader x submas Summary:

Yo. This was a request by an online mutual of mine for their original character Vic and their transition journey, accompanied by the Subway Master Twins: Ingo and Emmet.

this is all indulgent shippy stuff. Consider following my tumblr here. @honeybeeprince

[add-psychic]

Add's 4th path chose the path of his mother. As much as we know, she was focused on researching plants and renewable energy.

However, Add found hidden notes of her research which included the human body, medicine and pathology. Also medicine and pain relievers extracted from plants.

All this made him reminiscent of his mother, but he suddenly started to care more about the research than his mother.

In the end, he realized that humans are just like Nasods: easy to control.

"If humans aren't different than Nasods, wouldn't it be easy to control them?"

He added his mother's research and his knowledge about Nasods together. "That's the inspiration.... Countless possibilities opened up for me! Who else but me could do this research?" Filled with confidence, Add chose his path.

People don't notice that they are being used and are seen as subjects by Add. He takes advantages of them. How idiotic. Trying not to break out into laughter, he gives the folk a smile to maintain his image.

His newfound technology of healing and strengthening one's body already went beyond that.

"It's easy to deceive idiots, who think they are free. There was a time in the past where I thought the only one I could trust was myself. But it's different now. The people belong to me. My army. They will never betray me and believe in my will. They will obey my orders and devote themself to me. There are, after all, many ways of governing."

Add opened himself, almost everything was under his control. Now it should be good to advance based on the results of the research. To a higher place no one has set foot into yet and where the limits of body and mind can be exceeded.

"Now I will lead you to perfection."

[littlemisslipbalm]

Please, just give me a seat at the table, I don’t know how much longer this restaurant will stay open.

The continuing story of a recent graduate born in 2001:

Didn’t know I’d be begging for a seat at the table. Was told to wait patiently for my turn and I’d be next in line. Now it seems the line has disappeared or maybe so many lines formed it’s just a massive hoard of people surrounding this one tiny table that no one will get up from. Or if they do, it’s to slide someone close to them in to fill their place, maybe even add a little extension but just for their special someone. What if you’re nobodies special someone? What are you meant to do? I’ve gotten on my knees and begged, and even on the floor I can’t find a place to fit in. Boots and heels and organic sneakers kick away my fingers and face. I’ve screamed and shouted and asked politely, but I get no reply. I get no reply or the same canned response. An automatic reply. You’re worried about AI stealing jobs? I’m not even sure there’s a job left to steal. But I’ll keep waiting at the edge of the table. Instead of speaking with the diners, scouring my phone for the next OpenTable reservation to open up! Booking may only be done 7 days in advance.

Position: Entry-level

Requirements: 3-5 years of professional experience, 3-5 professional references, an undergraduate degree and a way to bypass the other 437 applicants who already applied (a high up connection within the company will do just fine!).

Pay the job service you’re using to see how your profile compares to other applicants. No money because you have no job and can’t afford to boost your profile? Good luck! We hope your connections get you there.

Have you tried menial jobs instead? There’s actually only a few of those as well and you’re not qualified to work them. No one is willing to train you and it’s a job you’ll hate doing. Pay is abysmal but potentially more than that unpaid internship that never got back to you. Did we mention Tips! Put yourself through the pain, try to work through the restaurant. Get a job bussing the table, cleaning the floor or preparing the food and maybe then you’ll find the connections to finally get a seat. It’s unlikely but hey, there’s no point in not trying. Just keep trying. There’s always tomorrow when someone might decide they no longer would like their seat!

I don’t remember the seat I wanted to fill as a child. I barely remember the seat I wanted to fill when I started college. The only way I know is because I keep repeating it to anyone who will listen. I want to be a writer. Each time I must sound less and less enthusiastic—not because I want it any less but because I’m growing more sure every moment I’ll never succeed. The places I’m trying to fill aren’t writing positions, at least not the type of writing I want, but I’m willing. I’m willing to go where I’m needed, it just seems that nowhere needs me. Nowhere wants me.

I’m still standing at the edge of the table. 18 years since I was first asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. Since I was first told I could be anything. It seems I didn’t know then that it wasn’t that I could choose anything but that I’d have to be able to fit anything.

A better outlook would be to focus on the fact that I’m still standing at all. But I want to do more than stand and watch, I want to sit at the table and contribute my voice. I want the man across the table to hear me and respond. I don’t want to be the child who is better seen and not heard anymore.

Please, just give me a seat at the table, I don’t know how much longer this restaurant will stay open. Everyone’s barely touched their food and no one’s been paying their bills.

- a.p.

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[write-on-world]

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[meluiloth]

Since the whole thing with NaNoWriMo has gone down, I've noticed that one of their former sponsors, Ellipsus, has cut contact with NaNoWriMo because they do not support their stance on AI; I didn't know what Ellipsus was, but upon further research I've found that they are a writing platform that works a lot like Google Docs and Microsoft Word, only with a heavier leaning on the story-writing aspect and connecting with other writers - and they also completely denounce any use of AI, both in the writing process itself and in the use of their platform. I really appreciate that.

Since this is the case (and since I've noticed Google has begun implementing more AI into their software), I've decided to give Ellipsus a try to see if it's a good alternative to Google Docs (my main writing platform). It's completely free and so far, I've found it simple to use (although it is pretty minimal in its features), and I really like the look of it.

I figured I'd spread the word about this platform in case any of you writers would want to give it a try, and if you do, let me know how you like it!

[alivingtypo]

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands

[arson-jellyfish69]

AI disturbance overlays for those who don't have Ibis paint premium. found them on tiktok

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

[soul-from-another-era]

Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.

[thesefallenembers]

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[rubyleaf]

Honestly? My main piece of advice for writing well-rounded characters is to make them a little bit lame. No real living person is 100% cool and suave 100% of the time. Everyone's a little awkward sometimes, or gets too excited about something goofy, or has a silly fear, or laughs about stupid things. Being a bit of a loser is an incurable part of the human condition. Utilize that in your writing.

[the-overanalyst]

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.