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Correct.

@the-lights-are-loud and I were talking about our favorite genre to write in while at the gym today (she prefers fantasy, I prefer vigilante/superhero), and it basically boils down to this; we both love writing superpowers just with different formulas

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Forward

I drag myself forward, a shambling mound of flesh I can’t speak at all, with my tongue of ash I drag myself forward, driven by starvation Fingers in splinters, teeth half for decoration

I drag myself forward, shedding tears, blood and hair Every little breath brings far too much air I drag myself forward, each step bringing a crack A snap of the bone, and solace’s lack

I drag myself forward, heaving ever-dead weight Too heavy to bear, not enough to sate I drag myself forward, crushed by that left behind Heavy on the flesh, more, still, on the mind

I drag myself forward, try to drag you along Just so your misery, I can prolong I drag myself forward, only your hand in tow Fruitless labour snapped the branch that hangs low

I drag myself forward, a shambling mound of flesh Words, thoughts, the lack of either – the worst lash I drag myself forward, driven by naught, so I Wish I could lie down and finally…

I drag myself forward, despite that, it all Deny you that joy: the lack of my call I drag myself forward, whether I want to, or not I shall stumble forward until I rot

I drag myself forward, shambling, falling apart Running on fumes, of my once-beating heart I drag myself forward. I drag myself forward The one, only way is through, is forward

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Gift

Cast off your fears, of what in the dark lies

Tear off your ears, to stop hearing the lies

Look and know, which is gift, and which is curse

Measure not at all, and cut off the worse

Fly on wings, the ribs of your gaping chest

For there is nothing, where your heart should rest

Nothing to protect, nothing to cherish

No matter how much you cry, thrash, and wish

Lose every part of you – find the problem

Remove every last scar – just to please them

It is not not enough, it is too much

A graze is an overdose of your touch

First date at the operating table

A one way transplant, from the unstable

Give away all, your gifts wanted by none

Isn’t it so true? Like father, like son

Cast off your flesh, be what in the dark dies

Tear off the meat, hanging limp, swarmed with flies

Look and know, whether you are gift or curse

You see it in their eyes – it is the worse

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Yeah you could say I’m doing numbers on tumblr. And that numbers? One

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Yeah you could say I’m doing numbers on tumblr. And that numbers? One

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PSA

Just a heads up, there are bots going around on AO3 accusing people of using AI. Considering the timing, this is likely AI bros' retaliation for AO3 users calling them out for scraping their work. Examples of what you might be sent:

Screenshots from here.

If you get a comment like this, just report for spam and delete.

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just a heads up for all writers out there!

I was recently told AO3 is currently being plagued by bots that comment on people’s works and falsely claim their fics were AI generated. and I can see how vile and discouraging hearing that is for authors who put so much time, effort and dedication into creating their fics.

now listen to me, if you ever get a comment like this on your work, please please please please know that they’re most definitely bot who comments the same thing on dozens of people’s works at random without ever reading the works. at all. they just copy and paste the same script onto random fics, any fic they come across.

they’re bots with malicious intentions, and they most certainly want you to lose motivation and/or delete your works. DON’T GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT.

if you ever get a comment like this, just delete the comment and/or report it to AO3.

remember that their comments don’t mean your works look “AI generated”. it only means these bots come across your fic and leave the same copy and pasted comment on it like they do to other writers.

don’t let them make you question yourself. they’re nothing but spam bots. YOU are a writer and you are fucking awesome.

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Reblog if you’re grateful for your commenters <3

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fixed it

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How it feels to read a really good fic and find the author has dozens more like it 

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but what if i read one of your fanfics and then went to your ao3 accounts and read all of your fanfics and left a comment on every single chapter of every single one and you got spam emails from all of my kudos and comments and it made you smile, what then? what if i brighten your day with my words like you did mine, what then???

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but what if i read one of your fanfics and then went to your ao3 accounts and read all of your fanfics and left a comment on every single chapter of every single one and you got spam emails from all of my kudos and comments and it made you smile, what then? what if i brighten your day with my words like you did mine, what then???

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PSA

Just a heads up, there are bots going around on AO3 accusing people of using AI. Considering the timing, this is likely AI bros' retaliation for AO3 users calling them out for scraping their work. Examples of what you might be sent:

Screenshots from here.

If you get a comment like this, just report for spam and delete.

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And if Jason perceives his death anniversary completely differently from how his family do?

Jason, against the common belief, canonically doesn't talk about his death that much, and when he does, he feels like it is not something people need to dwell on — it is how they view and interpret his death, and the aftermath, that bothers him.

So, maybe on his death anniversary, Jason doesn't want to mourn. He wants to live. So he does. He visits his favourite places in the Gotham, chats with people he had missed, enjoys his day, and breathes, breathes, b r e a t h e s.

But once he steps in the Manor for a minute that day?

It is nothing but a kingdom of the grief.

Bruce is locked up in the Cave, straight in front of the memorial. Dick is not even around, and Jason takes a wild guess that he is visiting his grave in the meanwhile. Alfred maniacally cleans up in the library over and over, ignoring other duties. Even Tim, Tim, who technically has nothing to do with all of that, takes after others (almost instinctively), and acts along with a strange, dreadful atmosphere in the house.

And Jason is irritated, pissed off, but mostly hurt.

He is literally right here.

But once again, it changes absolutely nothing. It never does. Really.

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if you see me reblogging something you just reblogged from me.. mind your business i forgot

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*Mutual reblogs something you posted*

Me: They still like me. Thank God.

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"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."

"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."