#writing chatgpt prompts

[dusanel]

Chatgpt prompts, wrting chatgpt prompt, how to chatgpt prompt, writing ...

[saveahorserideaneddie]

scrolling buddie fics on ao3: oh hey this fic looks-

tags: this fic was written using chatgpt

me:

[spookyboywhump]

It feels like every month I see more posts in the whump community trying to normalize using ChatGPT and I’m beating this shit back with a broom

[a-candle-maker]

not tagging the person bcs i don't want to call anyone out but like,,,, saw this one girl and her post formatting made it even look like a chatgpt generated thing... checked her other stuff to see and they all had that one formatting... thought i'd tell her and like. babe. you turning off asks just about confirms it for me, i mean imma just guess that you noticed lots of asks telling you the same and decided we're sooooooooo mean!! and ignored it

[autumnoakes]

okay but like here's the thing with chatgpt. outside of the negative environmental impact chatGPT and similar programs have, there is also a high chance that whatever you have it do for you is wrong. sometimes it is something small and inconsequential, but it can also be dangerously wrong. because what it does is it's looking on the internet for a source, and it will give you whatever source it finds (seemingly at random? i'm not 100% sure how chatGPT works but it seems very much like it's just picking something and spitting it out). i'm not even that old and i'm still an average college age but i remember commercials and ads telling people to not trust things you see on the internet because you don't know what is or isn't true. you might come across something that seems entirely legit, but is complete and total bullshit. that is something to keep in mind when using chatGPT that i think people don't consider. it may be wrong. it very likely is wrong. you won't be certain that it's wrong unless you ask it for its sources and examine them yourself which at that point you may as well just be doing your own research without AI anyways.

[moltenduplex]

Your character is on the police force and wants to make it to detective. Which, frankly, shouldnt be as hard as it is. Well, it wouldnt be this hard if the ghost of a very successful senior detective would just stop badgering them with unwanted advice. Now they have to go to work and do their job, all the while trying to ignore the pieces of advice that they didnt ask for.

[somepsychopomp]

How would Odysseus and Penelope meet in the hybrid au, and how would he go about courting her?

I mean I imagine they’d meet same as the myths

But maybe Odysseus attempts to downplay his wolf side by flattening his ears so they blend in with his hair, hiding his tail, and wearing boots to obscure his paws. But Penelope has heard tales of the Wolf of Ithaca and is curious to see if the rumors are true

To her disappointment, Odysseus seems to court her as any other man would. He displays feats of archery and other athletics, recited poetry to her, etc. Always at a distance, like from below her balcony, so it’s harder to discern his features. She suspects he’s hiding something and that the rumors of his more beastly side are true. As the cousin to Helen (who, in this AU, is part swan), Penelope is no stranger to hybrids. So she wonders why he’s trying to conceal himself.

(She doesn’t know it’s bc Odysseus’ parents asked him to do so when attempting to find a wife. They love him for who he is, but fear that most young women might find him too intimidating.)

When Penelope hears that Odysseus is going to challenge her father in a foot race for her hand, she gets an idea.

On the day of the race, she can finally get a close look at him. Odysseus isn’t the tallest man around, but he’s plenty handsome. There’s something sharp about him, too. Something in the eyes. His vivid, alluring amber eyes, bright yellow like honey.

Meanwhile, Odysseus is nervous because he chose to wear shoes to the race despite knowing he’s a lot faster without them. (He’s even faster on all fours but…)

He has no time to reconsider, though. At first, Penelope’s father gets a solid lead on him and Odysseus thinks he’ll fail to win Penelope’s hand. Little did he know, Penelope stole a goat from the palace farm and cut its side just enough to spill some blood.

She released the panicked animal into the field where her father & Odysseus were racing.

Smelling blood and fresh meat, Odysseus couldn’t resist. He took off in a dead sprint on all fours, not caring that he’s revealed his tail, as he lunges for the goat and bites down on its jugular.

It just so happens that the goat was released past the finish line & that Ody blew past his competitor.

Penelope is surprised by how enamored she is with Odysseus, who’s well mannered when he wants to be, but clearly so much more. Her father begs her to reconsider, saying he will not allow this beast to take her away if she doesn’t want it.

Odysseus is also deeply embarrassed by how easily it was to lose himself to his instincts. Had he anticipated an animal escaping into the field, he would’ve done a better job resisting.

But Penelope’s mind is set. She wants a smart, competent husband and the Wolf of Ithaca is all that and more.

Once she arrives in her new kingdom, Odysseus delights her with feast after feast, for she loves fresh game and her husband is more than willing to provide.

[smolwriter]

"i cant draw so i use ai"

"i cant write so ai draws for me"

MEHMEHMEH MEHMEHMEHMEHMEH MEH SHUT IT

DO YOU WANT TO BE PASSIONATE ABOUT SOMETHING? THEN DO IT YOUSELF. YOU CANNOT JUST SIT AROUND AND WAIT FOR TALENT TO BE GIVEN TO YOU, ABSOLUTELY NOT.

YOU GUYS ARE SO FUCKING LAZY.

IF YOU WANT SOMETHING DONE DO IT YOUSELF YOU LAZY BUMS

when i wanted to write i did not ask ai to do it for me. I LEARNED HOW TO DO IT.

when i wanted to draw i FUCKING LEARNED HOW TO DRAW.

when i wanted to play d&d and a friend of mine (who knew how to play d&d but couldnt find his papers) i DID IT MYSELF. NO AI, JUST PAINSTAKENLY WRITING IN MY NOTEBOOK AS I WROTE AND SCAPPED IDEAS. EVEN IF I NEVER PLAYED D&D AND HE DID.

EVEN IF I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO DO IT AT TIMES.

EVEN IF I WAS STRESSED.

I DID IT MYSELF.

I WROTE EVERYTHING MYSELF.

I TOOK INSPIRATION INSTEAD OF FUCKING GRABBING IT FROM AI. I DID IT ALL WITH THE HELP HUMAN CREATIVITY AND ABSOLUTELY NO AI YOU COWARDS.

[echoes-experiment]

Welcome to The Prompt Experiment

Hi there, I'm Echo Lyn, the main author of the blog. My pronouns are he/they/she, and I'm a genderqueer alterhuman with an interest in using Generative AI correctly.

This blog is a space for me to explore what it means to write with generative AI, not just using it. Every story here began with a prompt—an idea sparked by ChatGPT—but the heart of the writing is still mine. I want to better understand how tools like this can support creativity without overshadowing it. That means being transparent about where AI helped, where it didn’t, and what I learned in the process.

Think of this space as a creative sandbox: part storytelling, part experiment. Whether you’re curious, cautious, or just along for the ride, I hope you find something here that sparks your own ideas.

Anyone can take part in The Prompt Experiment! The only rule is that you do the writing, NOT the AI. Just use the the tag #The Prompt Experiment so I can see it!

[dusanel]

Offer a detailed... #businessanalytics #businessproblems #businesstrends...

[timesweptlyre-cisms]

ok. being accused of using ai for creative writing (by a human and then an ai detector to prove their point) has fundamentally restored my hatred of genai like what do you want me to do. make a grammar mistake to prove the authenticity of my utterances?? this is literally my voice, albeit restricted to the laws of one universal language, but i am the one speaking. and if i had published anything prior to its development one could even effectively say that quite the contrary, ai used me. i cannot stress this enough, i was here first. they ground into pieces my flesh and bone to create this skeletal parasite. and somewhere out there this bloodsoaked frankensteinian child of our collective humanity is being used to strip our words of their very worth

[solardrop]

The term "slow, deliberate" is apparently now an indication of AI I'm shutting all of you down.

[electric-shoop]

i don't wanna talk about generative AI, i'm sick of this, but one thing that Gets Me and makes me rly mad is that ppl critizing... well not chatgpt, notably, but people using it, is that they always always always end up calling those ppl who use it Lazy. and like as somebody who kind of does Not Believe that laziness the way we tend to think and talk about even fucking exists, it's just... idk, shut the fuck up. your entire point is immediately invalid to me. stop thinking that way.

like even if you use the word in its most literal sense, meaning "unwilling to put in effort/work," and we assume that these people Do actually exist aka the problem isn't to be found somewhere else*, it's like a) say that, don't use a word that's widely being used to mean a variety of things, most of which Don't apply to the people it's being used against, and b) i don't think that's True in all cases; some people use the magic 8ball machine for research purposes and then do, in fact, do their own work - one can talk, of course, about the usefulness there, but that's not what's happening in these conversations. and then the people who do let it write entire essays or whatever... okay? that's education for you. i've made 5 bucks in exchange for essays more than once in my life. that's simply not a chatgpt issue and i still think you shouldn't call people lazy and make it sound like chatgpt corrupted pure and poor students who otherwise would have Put In The Work when there's people who just don't do that, no matter what tools they do or don't have access to.

*an issue of motivating yourself (which can happen for a variety of reasons,) a concentration issue, an issue of the workload feeling unbearable or unmanageable, an issue to do with mental health struggles, but hey, none of those could ever apply to students, so i'm sure all of them are simply "unwilling to put in work/effort," never "unable"

[lostclouds-world]

Irony

In essence, we use ironically when something happens in a way that is opposite from what you'd expect, which can often lead to a humorous or critical effect

[nevermindigotthis]

Me vs. ChatGPT: An experiment!

I, an actual person and hobby writer, have written a bit of story. I asked ChatGPT write something to the same prompt. I'll post both below and add a poll so anyone can vote what you think is written by me, or by GPT. I would be very interested in your reasoning as to why. I got the idea to do this from @tjhalebooks, if you want to check out their poll too. The prompt: Eila is a healer and she's awoken in the middle of the night by a knock on her door. Four students are carrying a fifth who is unconscious and they've come for her help.

Version 1:

The knock came in the middle of the night and startled Eila from a dreamless sleep. It was unusual, though not unheard of, for her to receive patients at this hour. She had a sign posted at her door, urging people to come to her between midmorning and sundown, unless it was a life or death emergency.

Realizing that someone must be in dire need of help, she quickly put on her favourite woollen nightgown, lit a candle with a whispered spell and hurried down the stairs.

She entered her parlour which she used as a praxis and quickly lit a few more candles. She twisted her hair into a quick braid and went to answer the door.

Outside stood five people. Two men and one women, carrying another woman who was clearly unconscious.

„What happened?“, asked Eila, ushering them inside even as she took in the situation.

There was no blood on the unconscious woman, but she hadn‘t awoken from being dragged around, so something must be wrong. She was pale, but not unhealthily so, her dark hair stood in stark contrast to her skin. The four didn’t look like her usual clientel. They were all young adults, probably around her own age, all clean and neatly groomed. One of them, a shorter man with glasses, wore a uniform jacket, a dark purple with silver buttons and stitchings. Of course, they were from the upper city and probably all students of the Academy.

But if they were nobles, what on earth were they doing coming to her instead of going to a physician?

The four carried the unconscious woman inside and lay her down on the mat in the parlor when Eila gestured them to it.

“She touched something and then she fell down and hasn’t woken up since.”, one of the girls explained. She had curly red hair and seemed the calmest in the situation, though none of them were panicking. The boy with glasses pulled something out of his pocket. It was wrapped in cloth, but as he unwrapped it a small silver flask came to light.

“Where was this?”, Eila asked, taking the flask from the boy, taking care not to touch it. She hovered her other hand over it, reaching out with her senses. It didn’t feel especially dangerous. There were traces of magic on it, but whatever spell had been on it was gone now. She touched it. The boy gasped. Nothing happened. Eila handed him his piece of cloth back and studied the flask more.

Version 2:

Eila was deep in sleep when the knock at the door came, sharp and insistent, slicing through the heavy stillness of the night. Her heart jolted, and she sat up, disoriented, the quiet of her small cottage pressing in around her. It took a moment for the fog of sleep to lift, and when it did, a sense of urgency thrummed in the air. The knock came again, more frantic this time, as if someone—or something—couldn't wait.

She pushed aside the thick blankets and swung her feet onto the cool wooden floor. Her hands, still numb with the sleep of exhaustion, moved quickly to light the lantern beside her bed. As the flame flickered to life, she instinctively reached for her healer’s pouch—a collection of herbs, salves, and vials she always kept close by. Whoever had come at this hour needed her skill, and she could already feel the weight of it settling into her bones.

When she opened the door, the cold night air rushed in, carrying with it the smell of damp earth and sweat. Four young students from the nearby academy stood there, their faces pale and strained under the flickering torchlight. They were carrying a fifth—one of their own—who lay limp and unconscious in their arms, his body sagging unnaturally between them. His breathing was shallow, each exhale a soft, ragged wheeze.

"Eila!" one of them, a tall boy named Jorin, gasped, his voice trembling. "Please, we need your help. It's Kyren… he's—"

He didn’t finish the sentence, his eyes wide with panic. Eila stepped aside without a word, her practiced hands already moving to guide them inside. The students were trembling, barely able to hold the unconscious boy steady. She could feel the weight of their fear, and something else—a creeping unease that slithered up her spine.

As she knelt beside Kyren, her hands instinctively reached for his forehead. His skin was hot, feverish, but it wasn’t just fever that made him burn. There was something wrong beneath the surface—something that tugged at the edges of her senses, pulling her into a place she’d never wanted to go.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice calm despite the rising tide of urgency in her chest.

"He was fine, Eila," another student, Maren, whispered. "We were practicing… in the woods, just outside the academy walls. But then… something happened. He collapsed, and when we tried to wake him, it was like he… he was being pulled somewhere. We couldn’t stop him."

Eila’s mind raced. The woods outside the academy were old, ancient even, and there were rumors—whispers of things better left undisturbed. She had warned the students countless times about venturing too far from the safety of the academy grounds. But it was too late now. Kyren’s life—and perhaps their own—was in her hands.

[claires-audience]

It has been brought to my notice that the use of the em dash is indicative of AI like God help a girl knows 4 std English Grammar