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You've heard of Earth is space australia now get ready for: Earth is the space Amazon Rainforest. Aliens land on Earth and they are losing their goddamn minds because every square inch of the ground is absolutely PACKED with life like there are hundreds of species just in this one site, there are winged animals flying through the sky and multiple colonies of sophisticated social insects just in the shadow of their ship, this ONE ROCK is covered in MULTIPLE SPECIES OF ORGANISMS that are themselves MULTIPLE ORGANISMS LIVING SYMBIOTICALLY, the tall, woody autotrophs look so different from each other because they're...holy shit that's like 5, 6, 7???? different species on this one site???

they start talking to a human and the human is like "haha yeah that's a crow!" and the alien researcher is like "you called it a 'bird' earlier, is that a different name?" and the human is like "oh a crow is just one species of bird, there's like, 10 others out there"

"On this planet?"

"No, in the back yard right now."

headspace-hotel

imagine aliens that come from a tidally locked planet where only a thin band of the planet is habitable, or a planet life was only able to develop in small areas at the poles, or in the few pools of liquid water on the planet's surface, or just in isolated areas where geologic activity causes geysers and springs, visiting Earth. They seem completely unprepared for the shock of realizing that Earth's continents appear green because the continents are absolutely covered with green organisms.

headspace-hotel

The alien biologists are so uncomfortable because there are certain protocols for maintaining certain distances from life signatures to avoid harming unfamiliar organisms, and groves of plant like autotrophs and pools where aquatic life dwells are carefully protected and respected, with very important rules for approach

On Earth, the inhabitants are just. Playing and walking LITERALLY STEPPING ON CARPETS OF ORGANISMS the whole time. the aliens are like "it doesn't hurt them??? Can't you just...move them to a place where you don't have to step on them?" and the humans are like "no of course not, grasses evolved to tolerate being stepped on, and besides, more plants would grow there if we tried to move the existing ones"

It then must be explained that humans would need to regularly spray poisons on the ground to prevent any given area of bare soil from filling up with plant life, and that "regularly" means "multiple times within a single solar cycle." And that the poisons stop working within a few decades because the plants evolve to resist them that fast.

headspace-hotel

Human: yeah solar is the dominant energy source these days but some of the recent solar farm projects are pretty controversial because they're in reclaimed strip mining sites that others argue should be restored as best as we can to their previous ecological state

Alien: I don't understand...why would you not place the solar farms in an area of the planet with no existing ecosystem?

Human: ...what?

Alien: You have rather sophisticated protective gear and have done some space exploration, surely you could establish them in an area of the planet to which life is not yet adapted?

Human: ...there isn't one.

Alien: ...what do you mean there isn't one

headspace-hotel

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU 'DON'T KNOW' HOW MANY SPECIES THERE ARE"

headspace-hotel

"Our biologists would love to collaborate with your Earth scientists to draw up a definitive listing of Earth species and resolve any inconsistencies in the records."

"I don't think you understand what I'm saying. Only 25% of Earth's species have been formally described, at most."

"that's...that's most of them."

"Yes?"

"Well...I suppose the ocean trenches and abyssal plains must be difficult for you to reach...where did you have to travel for your discoveries?"

"Travel? I moved here to Alabama in the first place to study its aquatic ecosystems. The crayfish I discovered live in that creek I showed you earlier."

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Time Lord Oz

Oscar really, really shouldn’t have given the others Jinn’s name. Would that he had had that realization before doing it.

Before watching a past more familiar than it ought to have been.

Before they had torn into Ozpin over what they’d learned, oblivious to what Oscar was unable to ignore.

Worse than the pain over seeing his–worse than the guilt, was the resignation.

Far, far too many people had reacted far too similarly to Team RWBY if Ozpin regarded their reactions with resignation.

“Meeting you was the worst luck of my life.”

Qrow’s words hit harder than the girls combined. “Maybe you’re right.” Ozpin replied, and Oscar was suddenly alone in his head.

“Tell that bastard we’re not done with him!” Yang yelled as they cottoned onto the switch.

Oscar could feel a bitter and snarky “I don’t recall agreeing to be your punching bag Miss Xiao Long” welling up, Ozpin just barely restraining from trying to get in a last word keeping the words in Oscar’s own head and not in his mouth.

Saying Ozpin had left was easier than trying to explain the feeling of being hollow, everything Ozpin pulled back into a single spot Oscar could only compare to a bruise.

“I’m just going to be another one of his lives, aren’t I?” Oscar stared at the cane, embarrassingly grateful to have it handed back to him and not ‘confiscated’ for some bullshit reason that he’d have to accept, given he was both the youngest and the least trained.

“Don’t lie to him, Ruby. We’re better than that,” Qrow cut off her platitudes.

Thus they trudged on, seeking shelter from the snow and cold. …was there any reason we had to have this whole deal out in the middle of nowhere? Beyond impatience and maybe privacy? Oscar wondered.

He couldn’t keep from poking at how he inexplicably knew Jinn hadn’t told the full story. She could have told the group anything under the boundaries of the question, from the embarrassing to the mundane to a full recounting that they’d still be listening to given the length of time Ozpin had been around to hide things. But she chosen her answer to hurt. And everyone was too blindsided by ‘Salem can’t be destroyed’ to consider things Oscar couldn’t stop thinking of.

Oz couldn’t destroy Salem. That didn’t mean Ruby had the same problem. Granted, Oscar was going off of the tales of Silver Eyed Warriors, but if Ruby could figure out how to reach such mythic abilities, that might do it, alongside other things. Normally, Ozpin would be in the background, ‘nudging’ up the memories connected to whatever Oscar was thinking about, like a helpful librarian. Now Oscar just had a thousand vaguely connected things that he knew, with a soul-deep certainty, weren’t known or possible on Remnant, popping up at random with no way of sorting them.

Even worse than everything else, somehow, was all the things that hadn’t changed, despite Ozpin pointedly withdrawing. Stuff Oscar had told himself was the result of the merge, and not things he’d been ignoring since he was five years old and finding his footing with a woman everyone had assumed was his aunt, despite her lack of certainty over if his parents even had a child.

Oscar never remembered enough to have an answer. All he remembered of the incident that had evidently killed his parents was fire and pain. It was the first thing he remembered, period.

Fire, pain…and green. Oz green.

Later, slipping away with a mutter to relieve himself (a mutter only acknowledged by Maria, to both his pain and non-surprise), Oscar closed his eyes.

He could still feel the planet spinning beneath his feet. He knew with an exactness impossible to confirm with present science precisely how fast, in a hundred thousand units of measurement, far more than existed on Remnant. He could still sense the nanosecond the moon would rise, just as he could state the exact amount of time until the next sunrise, rounded to account for the impreciseness of language and the amount of time speaking the words would take out of that total.

Oscar

Oscar swallowed hard. “Ozpin?” He murmured, barely daring to make a sound.

You don’t need to say anything. You just need to listen, for all I have likely lost the privilege of such a thing.

Oscar hadn’t gotten the hang of talking in his head, but he supposed the swell of grief-guilt-regret was enough of an answer.

Honestly I’ve been going about this all wrong to start with. Something…something happened when I was killed, a convergence of factors that made something extra-ordinary happen, that makes this round different from the others.

Oscar thought of the planet spinning beneath him, the way he’d been so confused to learn math with only three dimensions, how he’d expertly hide that confusion alongside a million other things he never realized he’d hidden until after he’d hidden them.

…yes, I have answers. If you feel up to learning them, I can pull you into a dream tonight. Where I’ll be able to explain things, without having to worry about time or interruptions.

Oscar couldn’t stop the longing that went through him. He hadn’t realized how little the others engaged with him until they had stopped trying to engage with Ozpin.

There was the sense of a hug, noteworthy for how Ozpin had never been one for touchy feely things, before he withdrew again. Not quite as contained as before, more with a mental ‘do not disturb’ sign while giving Oscar the impression of privacy. Of just…existing in the same room without necessarily engaging with the other occupant.

…something was wrong, beyond the revelations everyone was still processing, but he couldn’t parse what. More than just discovering the farm’s residents dead in their beds, with no sign of violent ends.

Oscar huddled under his blanket as everyone settled down for what was sure to be a long night, regardless of if they slept or not. He wasn’t a hundred percent sure his Aura would stay up in his sleep, and he was willing to concede, if only in his head, that he wasn’t sure about trusting the others. What he didn’t trust them with he wasn’t sure.

There was the sense of a hug again, an invisible lap for his head to rest in, complete with a hand petting his hair.

It took no time at all to fall asleep.

#rwby #ozpin #oscar pine #time lord oz #time lord oc #fic snippet

nifrequerne

I often wonder what happened to authors of unfinished fanfictions.

everyoneinspaceisgay

I hope they’re having a nice life

ts-virgil-angst

we absolutely are not and that unfinished fic haunts us to this day

justanotherpurplebutterfly

T H I S

vexie-chan

I feel so called out by this entire post.

Also by the ghost of unfinished fanfic and also fanfic ideas i promised but never posted…

tetrilys

Let’s not forget those promises of publishing an update next month – oh look 3 years have gone by how did this happen

fai-gensou

Adding a reblog of being haunted by unfinished fics with the bonus of rereading them and *enjoying my own story*. Ma’am don’t just be impressed with your past writing; find the inspiration to finish it.

annebronte-deactivated20210628

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

zeldaspeaks

cleaning with ADHD is a nightmare. it’s an endless cycle of finding a half-finished chore and stopping the one you were already working on, then remembering that something else needs to be done and getting started on that, then finding half-finished chore and

jumpingjacktrash

i have the solution! i call it ‘junebugging’.

have you ever seen a junebug get to grips with a window screen? it’s remarkably persistent, but not very focused. all that matters is location.

how to junebug: choose the location you feel you can probably get some shit done on today. be specific. not ‘the bathroom’ but ‘the bathroom sink’. you are not choosing a range, you are choosing a center; you will move around, but your location is where you’ll keep coming back to. mentally stick a pin in it. consider yourself tethered to that spot by a long mental bungee cord.

go to your location. look at stuff. move stuff around. do a thing. get distracted. remember you’re junebugging the bathroom sink and go back there. look at it some more. do a different thing. get distracted. get a sandwich. remember you’re junebugging and go back to the bathroom sink.

nt’s will go crazy watching you, and if they demand to know When You Will Be Done you will probably have to roll them in a carpet and stuff them up the chimney. you’re done when you feel done, or you’re too bored to live, or it’s bedtime, or any number of other markers, you get to pick. but the thing is, by returning repeatedly to that one spot, you harness the ‘hyperactivity’ part instead of wasting all that energy battling with the ‘attention deficit’ part.

not only will the bathroom sink almost certainly be clean, and probably the mirror and soap dish too, you might’ve swapped in a fresh toothbrush, a new soap, you might’ve unclogged the drain – you will probably also have cleaned or fixed up several things in the near vicinity, or in the path between the sink and where you get the fresh toothbrush, or maybe you did your grocery shopping cuz you were out of soap, or maybe you couldn’t find a clean hand towel and ended up doing laundry.

this is good. you got shit done! it wasn’t necessarily Cleaned The Bathroom in the way nt’s think of it, but screw ‘em. things are better than they were.

plus you worked off enough energy to be able to sleep. which is not small potatoes when living the ADHD life. :D

spoonie-living

Don’t let the adorable name fool you—this is some Seriously Good Advice. May be useful for brain fog and depression, too!

flavoracle

Reblogging to save my fellow ADHD peeps from the Sisyphusian curse of cleaning with no focus.

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cyartomad

this fandom as a whole is so fucking funny when regarding Obi-wan. we took a look at arguably the most tragic character and somehow collectively agreed on fifteen ways to make him ten times more tragic. there was no communication. barely any canon basis. and yet i guarantee i can list five obi-wan headcanons that are in every obi-centric fic ever

gabegade

I just realised that throughout the story of Apothecary Diaries, the La Clan (Maomao's biological family) has an arc about unlearning apathy. Time and time again, they are the ones that have the information and the intellect required to see the writing on the wall, and they either choose not to do anything about it, or don't care. And it puts the people that are dear to them in danger.

Maomao specifically, starts the series trying her best not to be involved, but her conscience brings her to act anyway, and it saved lives. As the story progresses, she struggles with not wanting to be involved, not wanting to know things that would implicate her, and eventually she comes to the conclusion that inaction does not save anyone.

Luomen, ever the odd one in his family, struggles with too much empathy. He gives himself away until he has nothing to give, neglecting even to feed himself to give out free medicine. I wouldn't be surprised if the only reason he's still alive is because he needed to take care of Maomao.

But when it comes to seeing wrongdoing and deceit, he keeps it all too close, holding onto the information he has acquired out of fear of misrepresenting the facts. He constantly chooses to not take sides and does his utmost to avoid being biased. But, multiple times, his choice to remain silent has lead to his own downfall as well as his family.

Lakan always had been intelligent, but he only ever cared for his games. Even though his parents and his own uncle were troubled by his situation, he was perfectly content just playing go. But when his family went through hard times he was sent away and lost the love of his life.

It was proven, after he came back to the capital, that he was capable of taking the position of head of the family and ruling it, he always could have. He could have had a higher post all along, been secure enough that his uncle's demotion wouldn't be such a blow to his family, he could have been in a position to buy Fengxian without her having to sacrifice herself and failing. Her and Maomao's fate are partly due to his complacency and selfishness, and he even admits as much himself once he sees the dessicated fingers that had been left in his office for far too long.

Lakou (Lahan's biological father and Lakan's half brother) later revealed to be just as brilliant and eccentric as we have come to expect from the La clan. But throughout his whole life, he chose to appease others, his father, his wife, no matter what they did, because he only cared for maintaining his own peace. His passive assent to his father kidnapping Lakan and Lahan could have gotten them killed, and letting them run amok with the money Lahan sent them nearly ruined any chances his eldest sun mightve had!

And Maomao, the one we most see deliberately ignoring what she sees, is also the one who cares the most. She was dulled by her environment, the pleasure district has no mercy for stray kids who ask for too much. And in the pleasure district, too much means very little.

Time and time again, we see her look away until she can't. The things she ignored in order to avoid trouble become precisely the things that pull her into danger, often BECAUSE she lef them be! But despite her own experiences and knowledge, she cares so much. Cares enough to put her own life at risk even when she thinks it's for a complete stranger.

But in her attempts at aloofness, she became clumsy at taking action. Things eventually become too much for her to bear staying silent, and she puts herself and others in danger, breaks what she wanted to fix.

As the story progresses, if you look at the developments of the La clan, there's an undercurrent of the same theme. If you know better, do better. Each character, in their own way, takes steps to no longer be passive, to work for the outcome they want to see instead of hiding their heads in the sand, to care about more than their fragile bubble of comfort that they created around their obsessions.

blignick

bubbly-redhead1

❤️❤️❤️

roach-works

speculative fiction writers i am going to give you a really urgent piece of advice: don't say numbers. don't give your readers any numbers. how heavy is the sword? lots. how old is that city? plenty. how big is the fort? massive. how fast is the spaceship? not very, it's secondhand.

the minute you say a number your readers can check your math and you cannot do math better than your most autistic critic. i guarantee. don't let your readers do any math. when did something happen? awhile ago. how many bullets can that gun fire? trick question, it shoots lasers, and it shoots em HARD.

you are lying to people for fun. if you let them do math at you the lie collapses and it's no fun anymore.

roach-works

YOU GET IT

lasrina

I support this so much as both a writer and a reader. Your characters should never take X days to travel Y miles southeast if they can instead travel a long distance towards the coast over the course of several days, and they should never arrive on February 17th if they can instead arrive in late winter.

loosescrewslefty

I feel like this is mostly joking, but legitimately Akira Toriyama talked about this in regards to power levels in Dragonball Z, which is 100% something autistic fans STILL obsess over to an unhealthy degree even though they don't mean anything.

prokopetz

I feel like 90% of "ancient curses" are probably adequately explained by the fact that the self-proclaimed adventurers who ostensibly fell victim to them were, as a class, a bunch of dipshits who engaged in frequent international travel in an era before antibiotics and vaccines. Like, the list of novel pathogens these guys were risking exposure to on a regular basis was effectively "all of them". That's gotta leave a mark.

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teaboot

Yeah Mr. Darcy’s proposal was a complete turd and a half but you gotta understand. You got your life together. A good career, stable income, retirement plan, all that shit together. And you meet this girl. And she’s everything. Clever, outspoken, funny, calls you on your bullshit. Grade A cutie, right? And she doesn’t go out of her way to spend time with you but she’s nice, and sometimes you catch her looking your way in a way that makes you think you might have a shot.

But her family. Holy shit.

First off, it’s p much ALL women, and mostly UNMARRIED women, which at this time means of something happens to her dad then you’re financially responsible for like. Four grown ass adults, potentially forever

Because mom in law is DEFINITELY gonna need someone to take care of her when dad in law kicks it, and they have like. NO money. So already you’re accepting that if all goes well, you’re gonna be one random old bag’s retirement home. That’s expensive and exhausting, yeah? Imagine asking someone on a first date knowing that if they say yes and things go good her high-strung chihuahua mother is gonna move in with you. IMAGINE.

And girly’s other sisters. Well, one is a sweetheart, yeah, so she probably won’t be an issue, but that still leaves three more, and two of those ones are INSUFFERABLE. Never went to school, dumb as rocks, spend cash like it’s toilet paper

And while one of the two is young still and might grow out of it the OTHER one is actively torpedo’ing her entire family’s reputation by wandering off with random dudes and chasing ass. She’s never gonna work, she can’t build connections, she’s a fucking sinkhole, and she’s being led on by the same goddamn con man ass leeching tit who’s been bleeding you dry while telling anyone who’ll listen that your family is full of ratty thieving bastards.

And if he dumps her after a week- WHICH YOU KNOW HIS BITCH ASS IS GONNA- you’ve got a SECOND UNMARRIABLE GROWN ASS ADULT TO PROVIDE FOR. And you KNOW she’s gonna be a tantrum-throwing little shit about it, and it’s not like you can lock her in the basement or something, you’re gonna have to bring her fucking. Everywhere. And give her an allowance and shit while she contributes zero, because again, she NEVER GOT EDUCATED AND HAS NO MARKETABLE SKILLS. She’s not even good to TALK to. FUCK

And you’re looking at this girl’s father like “please for the love of fuck get your spawn under control, marry them off, get them working on their résumé, learning to sew or be nursemaids or manage staff or SOMETHING, yall got no money and one foot in the grave” and that old man just laughs like “haha yeah, what can you do. lol”

So you’re looking to the mom and finally it’s making sense how she got that twitch in her eye and as MUCH as she is you’re starting to realize she’s the SMART one, desperately throwing her armloads of girls at random men like they’re a bunch of fucking lifeboats bobbing around a sinking ship, like yes Jesus Christ sweetly that life boat IS old and ugly and kind of boring but for FUCKS SAKE PICK ONE

And you look back at this girl who is ALSO REFUSING THE LIFE BOATS BY THE WAY and god damn it she’s still the most radiant thing you’ve ever seen so fine, fuck it, Christ alive, you’ll do it. You’ll shoot your shot. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted in anybody abut it’s not even just about that anymore, it’s about being her best fucking shot at a future, and even if she doesn’t like you all that much she’s still gonna say yes and that might break your heart a bit knowing it’s about the money but who knows, maybe it will at least be civil, or companionable, and even if she doesn’t LOVE you at least you’ll know she’s well and cared for

And so you’ll do it. You’ll take on the neurotic stress mess mother in law, the absent father, the broke ass wingnut no brain no money no future airhead sisters, the bad mannered relatives and the embarrassing behaviour and the impending future of sharing your entire shit with a clown parade of freeloaders, you’ll risk it all and accept the absolute certainty of financial ruin and emotional exhaustion for the rest of your whole ass life and you’ll make your own family deal with it too, you’ll do it, you’ll fucking DO IT, you stupid lovesick motherfucker

And so you go to this chick like “look. Your whole family’s a shitshow. You’ve got fucking nothing and you’re gonna die on the street. But for some reason- and I don’t get it either- I’ve fallen in love with you, and I wish I didn’t, but I did, so I’m telling you that whether you like me or not, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you everything even if it’s the dumbest shit I ever done. Fuck my stupid Baka ass, I’ll marry you.”

And she looks at you- having heard or considered absolutely none of your months-long internal debate and monologue- and goes “The fuck did you just say about my family, you son of a bitch?”

And the shock of that is enough to jolt you back into a reality where you are able to actually hear and process what just came out of your damn mouth And yeah

Yeah, I think I kinda get it

anitrendz

The Apothecary Diaries S2 Episode 7

The emperor is HILARIOUS - I never knew he had such a dry wit to him, but it does make sense since his favorite is Gyokuyou who is also a huge prankster and is also very sly. His type can be summed up as good, smart women with a mischievous streak (boobs for extra points).

But genuinely, I came away this week really liking the emperor. He's a pretty laidback man who's clearly taking his rule seriously and cares a lot about maintaining peace for the country. Not to mention, I think he can already tell Jinshi has feelings for Maomao and was making all those concubine jokes to tease him.

charmwasjess

That One About the Temple Clones AU

Here's an underexplored and juicy plot point in the prequels that I can't stop thinking about! Because Sifo-Dyas was killed so early in the new canon timeline of the creation of the clones, with Dooku impersonating him to handle the subsequent details, we don’t even know exactly what he intended the clone army to be.

I think there’s even an argument to be made that Sifo-Dyas intended the clones to be culturally Jedi. Raised and trained in the Jedi Temple(s), learning Jedi skills and ways of life, growing up in a shared community alongside the Jedi. The clones serving not as an emergency button to hit in case of war, but as a support to the overstretched, under resourced Jedi Order in an increasingly violent, chaotic galaxy, one that might prevent the war he foresaw from ever even happening.

literaryvein-reblogs

50 Terms of Endearment

This selection of words used as terms of endearment over the past thousand years shows several items that have stood the test of time, notably darling and dear, and some recurring motifs, such as those from the semantic fields of taste and the animal kingdom. But several belong to their own time: bawcock and bully, for example, are encountered in Shakespeare.

darling (c. 888) ⚜ dear (c. 1230) ⚜ sweetheart (c. 1290)

heart (c. 1305) ⚜ honey (c. 1375) ⚜ dove (c. 1386)

cinnamon; love (c. 1405) ⚜ mulling (c. 1475) ⚜ daisy (c. 1485)

mouse (c. 1520) ⚜ whiting (c. 1529) ⚜ fool (c. 1530) ⚜ beautiful (1535)

soul (c. 1538) ⚜ bully (1548) ⚜ lamb (c. 1556) ⚜ pussy (c. 1557)

ding-ding (1564) ⚜ lover (1573) ⚜ pug (1580) ⚜ mopsy (1582)

bun (1587) ⚜ wanton (1589) ⚜ ladybird (1597) ⚜ chuck (1598)

sweetkin (1599) ⚜ duck; joy (1600) ⚜ sparrow (c. 1600)

bawcock (c. 1601) ⚜ nutting (1606) ⚜ tickling (1607)

bagpudding (1608) ⚜ dainty (1611) ⚜ flitter-mouse (1612)

pretty (1616) ⚜ old thing (c. 1625) ⚜ duckling (1630) ⚜ sweetling (1648)

pet (1767) ⚜ sweetie (1778) ⚜ cabbage (1840) ⚜ prawn (1895)

so-and-so (1897) ⚜ pumpkin (1900) ⚜ pussums (1912)

treasure (1920) ⚜ sugar (1930) ⚜ lamb-chop (1962)

Source ⚜ More: Word Lists ⚜ Notes: On Love ⚜ Love Advice ⚜ "I love you" Word Lists: Love Pt. 1 Pt. 2 ⚜ Physiology of Love ⚜ Synonyms ⚜ Kinds of Love

Writing Resources PDFs

#this is useful as hell #writing reference #love

gender-trash

while im talking bad fanfic lubes: rosin is only used with bowed string instruments, not plucked ones! it goes on the bow hairs to make them grip the strings better! most importantly, it comes in a SOLID CAKE and is STICKY. it's literally the opposite of lube. and jaskier thewitcher wouldn't be carrying it around anyway, because he plays THE LUTE

oswinstark

Sometimes I see posts on this site and I wonder what inspired them and other times I decide I probably really don’t actually want to know

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olderthannetfic

For AO3 readers, MUTING is the solution to a problem they may not have come across yet.

I just thought of an extremely functional solution for a problem with AI fanfiction that a friend of mine shared her worries about. You see, she was particularly worried that her experience as a browser and reader of fanfiction will start to decline as AI fanfiction starts clogging the Sort By Recent filter on AO3.

Ok, so it didn't occur to me right away, and that is why I think it justifies this long anon post, but I just remembered that AO3 already has a tool to help you weed out low effort sludge that I have successfully used even prior to the increase in AI works. It does require people to be logged in though.

The solution is Muting, which has been around since 2023. I've even used it before for specifically this precise problem. There is a particular rare pair I like, but the primary producer of fics for that pair is one very prolific author whose fics are egregiously low quality. Like, the author even admitted that she frequently just find and replaces the names of the characters when she moves on to a new fandom.

After muting her, it about halved the number of fics in that tag, which was great, because it relieved me of an irritation and also allowed me to find other works. Muting folk who post AI generated works will have the same effect.

Why this will work: The main problem with AI fics is not that they are low quality, after all low quality fics have always existed - it's that they are both low quality and trivial to produce. Therefore, even one person who feels entitled to produce ai fanfiction could easily flood any particular tag with their works. But each time you mute an ai producer for one bad fic, you will end up removing all of their fics from your view, in any of your tags and fandoms. With a little weeding and upkeep, you should be able to browse contentedly as you always have.

Problem: Not all AI fics are tagged as such. How do you tell if a fic is AI?

The hallmark of a fanfiction author who generates stories with AI will be that they are prolific producers of low quality works. Why? because generating stories with ai is easy. It is much easier to generate a bad story with AI than it is to write a bad story without it. Therefore a person who uses AI to generate fics will have a lot of works.

The problem of false positives. What if you mute an author who is just bad right now but could improve?

My friend, if a person is already a prolific author of bad quality fiction, and they haven't gotten better yet, they probably will not improve to your standards ever. So you haven't lost anything by muting them. The goal here isn't to name and blame people who use AI - it's to make your own personal browsing experience better.

The problem of false negatives: What if you read a story and didn't realize it was generated using AI because it was good and you enjoyed it? You read something that you enjoyed on AO3 for free. This is not a problem.

You can find the mute button on AO3 by clicking the authors name. It will be in the same line as subscribe and block.

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nitashinori

That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science

Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?

kazonandoff-deactivated20260127

Australia. Probably Samurai Pizza Cats on Aggro's Cartoon Connection.

cjrae

Neon Genesis Evangelion.

fai-gensou

Showing my age, the DiC dub of sailor moon with that fucking ass theme song STILL IN MY HEAD

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