Summary: The time is 1856. Location: Paris, France at the Opera Populaire. Taehyung is living his life when who should stumble into his life than the most beautiful singer he has ever heard? She was the missing instrument to his orchestra. She would complete the score for his… Music of the Night.
Pairing: Opera Ghost! Taehyung x Singer! Ballet Dancer! MCUniverse: Phantom of the Opera AU
It’s you friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:
I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.
That is my anti-permission.
Thank you for your attention.
Co-signed.
And if I somehow come across mention of you doing this, I am going to track the author down, let them know, and proceed to make sure people know what kind of dirt-bag you are.
Look, I’ve been reading fic on the internet practically for about 25 years, and I have encountered many a fic I would murder several first borns to know what happens next.
I also -unfortunately- am also responsible for a few unfinished fics out there, but I want you to hear me loud and clear:
NOTHING IS ABANDONED.
I’m just working on other shit like trying to be a person, you know.
But it’s very simple: if you want to know what happens next in anything I have up, unfinished:
ASK ME.
I actually have shit written, I have outlines, I have hundreds of thousands of words stuck inside me I will vomit all over a person if even marginally asked.
Just ask my poor partner who got to listen to me talk about a massive reveal I have been sitting on for 10-15 years. (…oh Amy Bradshaw, I was merciless to you.)
I promise you right now with 1000% surety: no AI exists that will ever figure ANY of the turns I have planned.
Mind, I also know my shit is so niche and specific the likelihood of someone trying this is slim. But just fucking don’t for ANYONE.
ai is complicated and in many uses ai is gross, especially when used nonconsensually like this.
generative text and image ai is fundamentally built with large scale nonconsensual text and image scraping, and often used FOR nonconsensual versions of other’s stuff.
Don’t use ai like this, and think about how the ai you use is made, and what they dont tell you and even lie about. where do they get their training data? would the people its being used on be okay with it?
have they even been asked?
have their answers been ignored and disrespected?
has nobody asked them, because the answer would probably be no?
what does it mean, when you don’t ask, because youknow the answer will be “no, i dont want you to do that to me”?
…
I do not consent for my art and writing to be used for or with ai.
[ID: a comic of two portal turrets beside each other in front of a test chamber door. turret 1 says, “I spy with my little eye …something…” A view from the turret’s perspective is shown where everything is tinted red, and she leans toward the other turret to finish saying, “RED!” turret 2 turns toward the first turret, who opens her side panels like someone shrugging after a bad joke. the portal gun crosshair icon appears underneath turret 1, followed by a blue portal. both turrets look down for a split second before turret 1 falls through the portal, yelling, “Nooo!” turret 2 shrugs and says, “I never liked her.” end ID]
oh yeah we can post these now =P my little comic for the still alive zine last year!
Summary: The time is 1856. Location: Paris, France at the Opera Populaire. Taehyung is living his life when who should stumble into his life than the most beautiful singer he has ever heard? She was the missing instrument to his orchestra. She would complete the score for his… Music of the Night.
Pairing: Opera Ghost! Taehyung x Singer! Ballet Dancer! MCUniverse: Phantom of the Opera AU
Summary: The time is 1856. Location: Paris, France at the Opera Populaire. Taehyung is living his life when who should stumble into his life than the most beautiful singer he has ever heard? She was the missing instrument to his orchestra. She would complete the score for his… Music of the Night.
Pairing: Opera Ghost! Taehyung x Singer! Ballet Dancer! MC
⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of religion (reader prays), stalking, slight yandere themes
Please keep in mind this is a work of FICTION this in no way reflects on any BTS members or Taehyung as a person. This is simply a story for the imagination.
I slowly stirred from the soft sounds that I heard and grumbled. I turned away from Jennie and asked her to please stop humming in her sleep. Jennie grumbled back at me that I was the one being annoying and making too much noise.
I sat up and turned to glare at her when my eyes landed on a figure on her side of the bed and a shrill cry left my lips. The dark figure of a man was in our bedroom and I couldn’t stop the shriek that came erupting from my throat.
Hey! I saw one of your posts on my feed, I think it is something about "gas station saviours"? I noticed there wasn't any like "keep reading" line so I had to scroll a lot just to see the next posts. This is me respectfully asking if you could add the "keep reading" line to your longer posts so that others wont have a hard time scrolling. With this aside, I saw you write some bts fics and I would like to sincerely thank you for contributing and making the bts fanfic library more diverse. Thank you for your hard work! Fighting ✊✊!
Hi there Anon! (Wow I took a long break there from this blog)
Thanks so much for bringing this to my attention in a kind way! I hadn’t realized that I posted the fic without the cut! 🙈 I edited it today so thanks for telling me.
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