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Summary: You and Silver Wolf were just enjoying some intense co-op gaming (read: very compromising activities) aboard the Astral Express when March 7th accidentally walks in on you both. Cue absolute chaos as she panics, Welt sighs in eternal disappointment, and Himeko enjoys every second of your suffering. Silver Wolf? She’s just having the time of her life.

Tags: Silver Wolf x Reader, Crackfic, Spicy/Suggestive Themes, Caught in the Act, March 7th Screaming, Welt’s Disappointed Dad Energy, Himeko is Too Amused, Silver Wolf is a Menace, Shameless Teasing, Embarrassing Aftermath.

Warnings: Heavy suggestive themes (smut implied but not explicit), Strong language & innuendos, Mild secondhand embarrassment (okay, a lot of it), Silver Wolf being insufferably smug, March 7th possibly needing therapy after this.

The air inside your Express cabin was still warm, heavy with the aftermath of your and Silver Wolf’s… activities. The hacker herself lay sprawled across your bed, her hoodie tossed onto the floor, her usually cool and smug demeanor now slightly softened by the afterglow. A lazy smirk tugged at her lips as she idly twirled a strand of her silvery hair.

Ohhh, okay, I see now. An anon is "100%" certain that my writing is an algorithm issue that's backed by uncertainty, and the anon is "Sure I have the talent," then clearly- I'm going to break down and admit a lie by giving into the limitation of your exposure. I've built my voice, crafted my words, fabricated my worlds, and mused over decades of being a writer to excel at this skill, and it won't be for nothing.

Long, long before AI was even a thing, something that insecure little people who don't have the spine to say ON THE RECORD and OFF ANON that they're either intimidated by my paragraph structure, the expanse of my voclabulary, the ability to carry on emotional continuity while keeping the thread/reply in a stylish consistancy, hell, from the sounds of this whiny accusation that MY content is not written by ME?

It just sounds like a follower who tried to plot with me, has a thread with me, want to be mollycoddled or just feel as pathetic as they truly come across because they've been put on the backlog or- given the fact that my REAL LIFE has been a mess- don't care about the fact that there is an ACTUAL person writing each and every post, reply, message, starter and most likely?

In my opinion?

Consists of the muns who are the ones who are guilty of exactly what they're accusing, but even their 'genuine talent' when it comes to writing is artificial... is ignored by just about everyone, says so much more about the anon than it does about me.

Sahar. Writer since the age of 13 and now turning 32 this year.

I'll tell you what, I don't think you're that ignorant to realize that at this point; you're not welcome on MY blog since there was an accusation hurled at me but just to be sure, I need to point out that the 'Unfollow' button needs to be pressed on your end (trust me, you won't be missed) but with that action, please be sure to take the extra liberty of pressing the HARD BLOCK button.

There isn't a chance in freezing hell that I would ever want to consider writing with someone as feeble-minded to think that talent automatically equals 'Artificial' or 'Stolen creativity', as AI tends to imply when involved in the RPC.

I’ll continue writing the way I always have. You’re welcome to keep up. Without following me. Without DMing me. Without insulting me because someone other than you happens to have the skill to create and flourish with multiple muses, multiple original characters, multiple canon divergent muses, and hundreds of worlds that are built by my thread partner and me.

I feel like this could go on forever, but I've wasted enough energy on typing this reply to a bitchy, jealousy-ridden accusation by someone who doesn't have the skill to be kind, creative, or grammatically inspirational and correct.

You're not worth the movement of my fingers at this point.

I'm going to do me. You go do you. Far, far away from me because if we've talked and plotted or even have threads? Consider them in the trash bin, about to be set on fire.

You want to hate on creative people in a creative community with fellow, genuine and creative partners?

Do it with your own little circle and pretend like this wasn't just an attempt at trying to gain attention by accusing and trying to tear down someone who has way too many threads, way too much time, way too many ideas, and is clearly way better than you think because time won't be wasted on asks like this again.

Does anyone here want to think I use AI for my writing? I'm not stopping you from freedom of thought. I am, however, demanding that you keep such accusations to yourself and your insecurities about your own abilities in your own corner.

I have real-life shit going on at a 1000/10, and I don't think defending something that needs no words in response to petty thoughts is actually worth my time.

Trust me, it's not, and neither are people like you.

Anon will not be turned off because I get asks from sideblogs but any further accusations will be met with my amusment and only entice my sharp as claws nails, digging into the puny defences that could be thought up.

Also? 100% AI detected?

Lord, as someone who's spent most of her life editing, proofreading and rewriting my fellow students in English, Litreature and Myths; please, please, please do me the favor of providing the name and link to the tool that is able to generate a reply of 100% proof of inauthenticity because holy shit, that would make my life as a prospering English TA so much easier.

Because something like that? Doesn't. Exist.

Even UNIVERSITIES don't have the proper means to detect AI-generated work when students are graded by their professors on thoughts, journals, essays, theses, or the like.

Dash?

Don't be this anon. Don't be this ignorant. Don't be this insecure. And if you are? Don't even think of interacting with me.

I may come off as saccharine and sweet, loving and kind, but you clearly haven't known me long enough to know how entertaining it is watching people like you dance the dance of ignorance and try to act like they're holier than thou for my entertainment. It can become never-ending should I desire.

Now, kindly fuck off so I can continue my Bestie Weekend, this entire reply has taken about twenty minutes of my time in between making popcorn and The Office and I see no more worth being added to any of this on either end and I refuse to waste time that I could be using to do anything, anything at all, instead.

Ariel applauding