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And instead of having a public discourse through the comments to hide who you are and make commentary ABOUT MY BLOG like bffr what’s your blog like if you are too afraid to show it x.x. That doesn’t go out to all of you but most definitely the person that deleted what they said to then take the piss out of my page when I said it wasn’t good writing. Goes to show how low people are when you disagree

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No bc it’s so funny when I have a point and give valid reasoning for strong arming to be had. Just because I say AI generated endings is almost exactly like the fan fiction you post does not mean I want to see your house burn to the ground?? Or you car stolen?? WHAT IN THE WORLD. Everyone on here is too emotional.

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(AI anon here, thanks for sharing your thoughts! I’ll respond with my thoughts and then leave you be 😅 Also I say “you” a lot, it’s more of a general You, not you specifically!)

On the “don’t post about your trauma” (I know we’re talking about stories that are influenced by its author’s life, not actual trauma posting). I think this falls into the “well if you didn’t want people to steal it you shouldn’t have shared it” argument that also gets applied to reposted artwork, which we know isn’t good but that’s another can of worms. Sure, there’s the practical consideration of “Hey, if you share this story, someone might take it” Same with “if you ride your bike to get groceries, you gotta accept that there’s a chance someone will steal it” But that’s advice in response to the state of the world. It’s advice, not justification for the Taker making the decision to take. The Taker had the opportunity to make a choice too. Are creators to be blamed for writing stories that were influenced by themselves? I don’t think it’s even possible to write a story completely free from your own influence, but that’s another discussion.

I’ve also been in fandom space for many many years, and yeah you definitely shouldn’t be forced to write a comment on a fic and I agree there are unpleasant ways for creators to ask for feedback, but I don’t think it’s inherently selfish of creators for wanting interaction from readers or valuation for a thing they made. Fandom is community and interaction. I don’t think it’s a bad thing for authors to be encouraged when readers interact with their stories, or to be discouraged when they write something and no one responds. Even if an author is indeed rudely asking for compliments, I personally think that’s less “selfish” than someone taking an authors work without permission or using a program that uses an author’s work without permission. To be selfish is to lack consideration for others, but that may be semantics.

I personally think it is theft to prompt an AI to copy someone’s style, whether that’s in writing or visual art. Copying isn’t just limited to someone’s specific plot ideas. You can copy someone’s prose, how they color drawings or stylize portraits, etc.

I agree AI can’t plagiarize, but that’s because it’s not a person but a tool. AI can’t do the act of plagiarizing anymore than the Copy+Paste button can. They’re both tools. CopyPaste produces the exact thing given to it, and AI produces a combination of multiple things that were given to it. The ones plagiarizing are the people using AI (or copy+paste), like if someone used AI to write a scientific paper (which the AI would have produced using real writing by other people) or fictional stories, (Also btw a person doesn’t have to copy something word-by-word for it to be plagrisim) Even if someone openly admitted that their written piece is actually AI and not theirs, it doesn’t make it okay imo. The big problem with AI is that people’s work is taken without permission, regardless of whether the AI user credits themselves or not.

Yeah there’s some legal debate about AI. But a lot of the discussion around AI (and feeding fanworks into it) is that it’s simply not a good thing to do, regardless of whether some lawmaker creates a policy about it. I can’t get arrested for fat shaming someone, but it still would be wrong of me to do it. And even with people writing fanfics of other fanfics, permission is still asked. Maybe the author would have said yes anyways, but it’s about the consideration for the creator. The issue with AI is that the author’s writing is now forever free to be used without permission. Also even if you don’t plan on using AI for profit (whether that’s money or recognition), someone else can. By feeding people’s work into AI, you’ve enabled that someone else to use those stolen works for profit.

No matter whether an AI writes a different ending than what the author intended, the problem is that the author’s work was taken without permission. The appearance of the end result doesn’t matter, it was created using material that authors didn’t consent to giving.

Yeah I get that a lot of readers aren’t using AI with malice. But good intentions or lack of bad intentions don’t also make an act good, unfortunately.

Alright I’ll sign off here 😅 I really hope you change your stance and give some more consideration to other fanwork creators because the whole AI debacle is hurting them (and not just fanwork creators), but even if you don’t, this is the last you’ll hear from me on anon haha. Also just in case— I write really slowly and I can’t see your blog while I do it, so if you’ve gotten other messages between my first anon ask and this one, just want to clarify it wasn’t me. Bye now 👍

What I meant wasn’t going to the grocery storing and someone stealing your bike 😱. Clearly. Everyone on here gets overly dramatic and uses straw man’s with every hypothetical. I meant that if you have an idea that you used. Let’s just say, “MC gets into a pretty bad car crash and over the years as she rebuilds her life (insert love interest) has been there for her and they slowly start to fall in love.” You can not say no one else is allowed to talk about my very specific trauma that I used here to get likes and shares bc this is my idea even if the other author used “MC gets into car crash” plot line.

This isn’t really a debate on AI being bad. This boils down to trying to coin work that becomes transformative as yours.

Think of every famous author that has tried to take down fanfics of their work. This is doing the same thing even when the majority of people haven’t been posting the work.

If you don’t want the general public to see your posts then a) private or b) be private on another app. It’s as simple as that. :)

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The car crash plot line is so popular it was the second recent post under a tag I follow. But just bc one person who started this plot device has trauma over a car crash does not mean it takes away people using their work as inspiration (yes even feeding it through AI :) )

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Can relate to wanting to improve my own writing and wanting to know the ending to a story 🥲👍 The main issue with AI is that once it learns someone’s writing style and ideas, it can’t unlearn it and that author’s hard work is now forever up for grabs for anyone to use it. Fanfic authors may not own the characters they write about, but their writing style and their story beat ideas are their own. Not to mention, the author’s personal history goes into their stories too sometimes. Personal experience with grief, people in their lives, etc. It’s a disservice to these authors to treat their creations like batteries for your own benefit (and by putting their works through AI, you allow other strangers to use these authors’ hard work too). Sometimes wanting a thing shouldn’t be prioritized over how you treat others.

And it’s not about authors wanting compliments in order to keep writing. Sure, validation for one’s work is great and can encourage an author to keep writing, but the issue here is not about validation, it’s that authors’ works are being stolen without consent. Just because an author shares their work doesn’t mean it’s up for grabs. Just like if you bring your phone with you in public, that doesn’t mean it’s okay for someone to take it from you just because they want it. Or if you share your written story with a friend and they use it to write a bestselling novel without your permission.

Can agree to some degree but all writing comes from experience. The way AI works is from gaining experience but in a different way. If you don’t want your personal trauma to be read by thousands then you simply don’t post about your trauma. Especially when other writers on tumblr share and use others ideas without asking.

Sadly most tumblrs who ask for likes/shares/comments etc phrase it in a very “gimme gimme gimme” way. Over the hundreds of thousands of stories I’ve read with my over 10+ years on tumblr it comes off as rude and selfish. The reader owes the author nothing. Absolutely nothing. Id you were to buy a book at your local bookstore you do not owe that author an acknowledgement or a book review no matter how great and amazing that would be.

AI generating isn’t seen as theft when you ask it to write in a particular authorial style (i.e haruki murakami, Neil gaimond, etc.) giving the ai creative space is actually really nice.

Also if I shared with another writer a story I had written and they took it word for word and write it off as their own that would be plagiarism. But AI writing is not.

Think of it like fanfiction. Under fair use laws a writer can use a person and scenarios if they transform it to be theirs and if they don’t profit off of it.

Writers cannot be mad that their fan fictions are basically having fanfics written about it.

And since the writers are claiming the endings would be completely different to the ones they would’ve written it falls under transformative no matter if the writing style is close.

Like yeah it sucks that others are finishing your story but it doesn’t really show any malice from the reader if anything they are inquisitive and want to see the story carried out. Not left behind.

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Amedeo Modigliani, Nudo disteso con capelli sciolti, 1917

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The Start

The start of everything and more for Charles and Anna.

Not really mature but references, directly mentions sex, + alcohol!

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French translations:

“Veux-tu coucher avec moi?” -- "Do you want to sleep with me?"

“Oui, je veux vraiment coucher avec toi.” -- "Yes, I really want to sleep with you."

"Parfait." -- "Perfect."

"Je t'aime." -- "I love you."

WORD COUNT: 1k

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We made our way to his apartment around 10pm. The sun had set hours ago but we didn't make an effort to leave his boat so soon after. Our night was filled with music and deep conversations about our passions and about life.

The drive to his place was fast but everything seemed to be in slow motion. The moon's light combined with the street lights made him glow in the most stunning way I have ever seen.

As he laughed and looked over at me I couldn't help but think that I loved him. Not just for his looks but for everything. He can't be anything other than perfect. Not once has he been rude or made an off handed comment. He understands me and I understand him.

These feelings are so hard to define. I mean this is the first full day of knowing him. Yet, it feels like I have known him forever.

After we pulled into the garage and he took my hand, he led me towards the elevator. With our fingers interlaced I squeezed his hand and he gently squeezed mine back. We slowly ascended to the top of the apartment building.

I should be shocked but it makes sense to live in a penthouse if he already owns a yacht. 

His apartment opens up to a hallway where you can see a living room, I guess?

Still holding my hand, he shows me the actual living room, it is connected to the original room that I saw. 

“Stay here Anna,” He says as he disconnects our hands and walks through an adjacent doorway. 

“Of course, Charles” I lean back onto the bright white couch that he led me to. It is so comfy that I could sleep on it. 

He calls from the other room, "White or red?"

Without any hesitation I say, "white, of course."

"I agree!" Charles said laughing. He comes back from around the corner with two glasses and a bottle of Riesling. He sits down right next to me. So close that our knees are touching.

"Mmm, my favorite."

"Really?!" He says as he pours the wine into both of our glasses. "This is the only wine I'll drink."

"Charles this is crazy, I'm the same way." I pick up my glass and take a sip.

As he picks up his glass he glances over at me and smiles. His eyes crinkle into the cutest shapes.

"Any music suggestions?"

"Put on anything you like, I think I'll love it." And I do. The music reminds me of me, of home, of my life, essentially everything that I am.

I stand up with my wine glass and look over at Charles, who is now looking up and me.

"Let's dance I say," and extend my empty hand towards him. I look around the room, surely it'll be enough space to dance in.

He smiles the biggest I have seen so far and reaches up to grab my hand.

With our wine glasses in-between us we start laughing. The night is so perfect. We twirl, sway, kiss, and so much more. At some point we set our glasses down so we can hold on to each other.

One song in particular comes on, it is slow but more sensual than anything. We somehow get closer than before. The mood has clearly shifted in the air.

Looking up at Charles, I smile and press myself on his front. We start to kiss harder than earlier. It turns into us making out standing in the middle of his living room.

I know that the next step is sex but being me, I want to make sure that he really wants me. Maybe because this doesn't seem real. I'm not quire sure.

His mouth wanders to my neck, pressing soft but firm kisses into my skin. To anywhere he can reach.

"Do you really want me?"

After he processes what I asked he pulls away from me. He walks over to where we placed our wine glasses, picks his glass up and drinks the last swig.

I start to brace myself for the inevitable, "leave," to come. But it doesn't

“How can you look at me like that and think I’m not into you?”

“Well you can never be sure.”

“Are you serious?” He quickly approaches me, puts his hands on my shoulders, and stares into my eyes. 

“Yes,” I breathlessly say. 

He leans in closer that I expected him to. Right before our lips could connect. Centimeters apart.

“Veux-tu coucher avec moi?”

My heart skips a beat. I am thankful for knowing enough French.

"Are you sure now," Charles questions as his thumb grazes my bottom lip.

My lips part in absolute euphoria. Never have I been with someone so open and honest. I respond back with the only acceptable answer.

“Oui, je veux vraiment coucher avec toi.”

“Parfait” he whispers before our lips connect.

His hands are in my hair, my hands are wrapped around his neck. He breaks the kiss only for a second to lead me into his bedroom. We undress with the help of each other. Slowly slipping deeper and deeper into each other's grasp.

That night was the start of our relationship. The ups and downs that follow represent us as well. We are only as strong as our weakest moments and as weak as our strongest. As our bodies laid tangled after, I couldn’t stop thinking about more. I wanted more than just sex and I hoped and prayed for him to feel the same way. 

Little did I know that after I fell asleep, he turned over and whispered into my hair. 

“Je t’aime.”

Sometimes you just know.

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 • 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ๋࣭ ⭑

★ pairing: charles leclerc x reader

★ summary: a look into the relationship between gen-z's it girl and a certain f1 driver.

★ notes: requests are open for this series. I'm always open to asks as well <3 here's my taglist.

๋๋⤹ asks and more - hcs, concepts, ect

asks and more linked here <3

─ pre-dating and dating era !

none yet <3

─ engaged and married era !

๋๋๋⤹ you're so art deco - social media au

summary: gen-z's it girl happens to be married to a certain f1 driver, she also happens to love fangirling over him.

๋๋๋⤹ hey, that's my man! - social media au

summary: charles' wife attends one of his races.

─ dilf and milf era !

๋๋๋⤹ sweet nothing - social media au

summary: the internet finds out that their favorite couple are now going to be dilf and milf

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First Meeting

First part of an imagined life with Charles Leclerc. MC is a female and refers to She/Her pronouns. Also has her own name, because I am planning on this series on being long and prolific. Not the best but the start of something great.

words: 691

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Being drunk in a club making out with a stranger was exactly how I saw myself this summer. Grace and I wanted a vacation unlike any that we have ever had before. Most people we know wanted to stay in the states and go to LA or NYC. We wanted to be different. We wanted a picturesque vacation in the French Riviera with a rich nightlife. We stumbled upon Monaco. We had found the cheapest hotel, bought our plane tickets, and set our eyes high. 

On our first night in this country we dressed in our best clothes and got ready to go to a club. We found one online and ubered there.When we entered the club it was around 12:00 at night. We beelined our way to the bar and ordered some of the cheapest drinks.

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Xi Pan

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Idk who you are but this looks exactly like my Chem lab grad TA 😭🧍🏻‍♀️

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Oh wow 🤣

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Jean-Claude Gotting

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Me after episode 5 of The Last of Us

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More Hearts Than Mine Part 14

In which you marry Jake

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Word Count:1.6k

A/N: fun fact, I used my own vows for this

Your mom zips up your dress and you turn around to face her with a nervous smile. Your makeup is simple but elegant and your hair is perfectly styled. 

"You look beautiful." She whispers, fresh tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. She's been crying all morning, and you have to remind her not to ruin her mascara every twenty minutes. Catherine gives a short clap and squeals with glee. 

"Now we just have to do the finishing touches!" She exclaims and you watch as she moves to grab your jewelry. You've spent the past several hours getting ready with Phoenix and the girls, but you kicked them out while you got dressed and added the final touches. You're doing a first look with them and you can't wait to see their reactions. 

Catherine motions for you to turn around and you look in the mirror as she carefully places the sapphire necklace around your neck. It complements your dress's neckline perfectly and you give her a blinding smile before reaching for your earrings. 

You decided to wear the diamond J studs that Jake got you for Christmas. Once they're on all that's left is the boots that you sit down to slip on. You thought out every last detail, all the way down to the "Seresin" patch sewn to the inside of your dress, and finally seeing it all come together is surreal. 

Your mom adds the veil and you do a quick spin and the women look at you with nothing but love and adoration.

"Okay, baby. Let's get the girls together and show them how stunning you are." 

The photographer gets everyone set up and you grab your bouquet, making your way down outside where they're standing with their backs turned. The photographer counts to three and the second their eyes land on you, a chorus of gasps erupts from the group. 

You grin anxiously and the girls rush you, immediately fawning over how perfect everything is. 

"Oh my god." Phoenix gasps. "I can't believe you're marrying Jake today. I'm so happy for you." She says, her voice watery and you give her a tight hug. 

Meanwhile, in the groom's suite, Jake straightens out his hat and adds the plane cufflinks to his jacket. All the boys have matching custom cowboy hats with their initials burned into the leather and cowboy boots to match the girls. Jake is wearing the pair you bought him with your name and Bradley claps him on the back. 

"You're getting married today, Bagman." He smiles, a teasing lilt to his voice and Jake gives him a bright grin. 

"I can't believe I found someone so amazing that wants to spend her life with me." He says, disbelief clear in his voice and his friend laughs. 

"Me neither, man. You got a good one."

Their conversation is interrupted when the photographer peeks her head in and lets the groomsmen know it's time for the first look. They all pat Jake on the back as they walk past and the man is left alone, his nerves finally settling in. 

The men all do as their told and turn around when you clear your throat. They erupt in cheers and Bradley runs forward, scooping you up and swinging you around dramatically before sitting you down and kissing your cheek.

"You look fucking stunning." He whispers and you smile up at him happily. Everyone else takes turns giving you hugs and complimenting you before the wedding planner reminds you that you have a schedule to stick to. 

Your stomach jumps with nerves as you approach your father, slowly reaching up to tap him on the back. He looks handsome, wearing a matching outfit and a hat adorning his head as well. The second his eyes meet yours, you both tear up and you let out a watery laugh. 

"Oh sweetpea, nothing I ever imagined as you were growing up even comes close to how breathtaking you look." He breathes and you hear the camera clicking as you give him a tight hug. 

He holds you to him for a little longer than necessary, not ready to let go just yet. "I can't believe my little girl is getting married." He murmurs and pulls back to wipe a stray tear that's falling down your cheek. 

"Don't ruin your makeup, baby." He soothes and you swallow the lump in your throat.

"I love you, daddy." You whimper and his eyes soften even more if that's possible. 

"I love you too, honey. Now let's go get you married."

All of your closest friends and family are seated for the ceremony, watching as Jake and the wedding party make their entrance. You stand in the back, just out of sight, clinging to your dad's arm like you did when you were a little girl. 

He squeezes your hand as reassurance and you look over at him, with excitement and fear in your eyes. You've never been more sure of anything in your life, but still, having everybody's eyes on you is enough to make you feel queasy. 

"Don't let me fall." You whisper, letting out a shaky breath as the intro to your entrance song begins. 

"Never." He whispers back, and the two of you begin walking forward. You take in the beautiful decorations, your vision coming to life. There's wildflowers everywhere, and you momentarily lose the ability to breathe.

Its absolutely stunning, and you can't believe that its your wedding. 

The second you see Jake, all of your nerves melt away and nobody else in the world exists. You're locked onto him, a heart-stopping smile on your face as each step brings you closer to the rest of your life. 

You see Bradley's hand come down on Jake's shoulder as he chokes back sobs and your heart melts. You'll never quite grasp the fact that you managed to land a man who adores you as much as Jake Seresin does. 

Before you know it, you're being handed off and your dad gives you a kiss on the cheek before taking his seat. You hand your flowers to Phoenix and face your brother who's officiating. 

He goes through his speech, cracking a couple jokes that make you giggle, and you turn to Jake as he takes your hands in his. You zone out for the next couple of minutes as you get lost in his emerald eyes, and your attention is brought back when Corey says it's time to exchange vows. 

You take a deep breath to steady your voice and Jake squeezes your hands with a wink. 

"Jake, I choose you, I love you, and I promise you. I choose you to struggle and succeed with, to love and grow old with. I choose you knowing there are bumpy paths we must travel and mountains we must climb. I love you more than the bad days we will face and any obstacle or distance that may come between us." You choke out, and you reach up to wipe a tear from Jake's face before continuing. 

"I promise to love you so purely, so forcefully, and so beautifully that you have no choice but to love yourself as well. I can't promise that storm clouds will never open up over our lives, but I can promise that when they do I'll hold the umbrella over you. I can promise my unwavering love, respect, and devotion. I will stick by you through any crisis or dream, and cheer you on always. Til' death just isn't good enough. I will always love you, in this lifetime and the next." You finish and you can hear sniffles coming from the crowd. 

"Well, I don't know how to follow that but I'll try," Jake says and you laugh tearfully as he continues. "Y/N, I never in a million years saw myself marrying the girl of my dreams. I didn't even know I had those dreams until I met you. I swear to always protect you and love you wild and freely. I'll keep the wind in your hair and fire in your soul. I will go through life loving you without limits, and never try to tame the wild energy that dances in your heart. No matter what happens, I will always be your rock and your safe space. Like you said darlin', in this lifetime and the next." 

His thumbs swipe across your under-eyes, gathering the tears that are flowing freely and your brother continues with tears in his eyes as well. The two of you exchange rings as he pronounces you husband and wife, and Jake looks over at Corey.

"Can I kiss her now?" He asks and your brother nods. 

"You may kiss the bride."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Jake scoops you in his arms and dips you back, giving you a short but searing kiss as the crowd claps and cheers. He brings you upright and you take your bouquet back before the two of you face the audience. Jake surprises you by placing his hat on your head and you throw your head back with a loud laugh.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Jake Seresin!" 

Jake takes your hand and leads you back down the aisle as the music starts, and the two of you laugh and fist-pump the entire way. Once you're out of sight, Jake grabs your face and pulls you into a sweet kiss. 

"How's it feel to be Mrs. Seresin?" He asks after pulling away and you shrug your shoulders. 

"Eh." You joke and he swings you around as you giggle gleefully. "Okay, okay! It's the best feeling in the world." 

He pulls you into him and you lean back on his chest as your bridal party makes their exit, all coming up to congratulate you. 

"Okay," Bradley starts. "Let's get these photos over with so we can get this party started!"

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Miss gurl it’s mama del rEy not rAy 😭

Girlie I’m so sorry 😭. I didn’t catch the typo. Fixed now! Bisoux x.x.x 💋

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