Rookbird

“I asked ChatGPT” well I asked the witch from next door and she told me to go to the wood and bring her back the cow as white as milk, the cape as red as blood, the hair as yellow as corn, and the slipper as pure as gold

you tell me that all the bad people are stupid. you tell me that stupid people should be killed, bred out, that evolution will leave them behind. i tell you that's not funny, that i have an intellectual disability, that i want to be allowed to love and to have children of my own. that maybe it's not the end of the world if "stupid" people get to stay. that my caregiver loves me and takes care of me. that she reads to me. that i get by with my little accessibility tools scattered about the house, my aac, and by being gentle. you tell me it's a joke. clearly you aren't like those REAL eugenicists, you only talk like them. you tell me surely i must agree- all the bad people, the ones who take away my rights, they must not be smart, they must be lacking some information to make them like this. i tell you smart people have hurt me more than anyone else because they know better and they still choose cruelty. these people in power aren't lacking anything. they have all the resources in the world and brains that work the way they want. they don't know struggle, they doom everyone who does. you don't stop talking about "stupid people" like we're a disease to eradicate. i note you down as one more smart person who has failed me by choosing to be cruel when you knew better

this might not be an original thought, but wouldn’t it be more accurate for Zeus to host the unclaimed demigods?

to elaborate on this, Zeus is the god of hospitality and Greek hospitality rules that you should always host strangers in your home unless they break the rules of hospitality.

Very specific yet weirdly helpful writing tip: When plotting out your story beats, whether big or small, try to imagine OSP Red narrating them as if she's doing a Trope Talk