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Lots of thoughts recently. Everything feels plastic.
I could go on and on about why all that AI "art" is bad. I could mention theft, lack of creativity, it's impact on the work field and environment, but countless people have already said all that. I wanted to touch on something that to me is the most utterly wrong about all of it.
Art is more than just something pretty to look at or listen to. It's therapeutic. It's a form of communication. A tool for human connection. It's a pure, human need.
Support real artists ☀️
THIS THIS THIS, i keep saying and NO ONE listens to me. its not just morally wrong and bad for environment, its not ART
I think people misunderstand "x fell first, y fell harder " trope because it's not about like the one who fell harder loves the other person harder. It's just that the one who fell first falls in a graceful way, one step at the time, maybe gradually over a span of time. The one who fell harder smashes trough the air, there's blood everywhere, everything is fine-
Okau I haven't seen this post since I made this like a year ago and... how many notes??
A SHARPER, MORE LASTING PAIN, A SAPPHIC FANTASY DARK ACADEMIA NOVEL - AVAILABLE NOW!
forgive that I'm a day late to posting this lmao
THE SUMMARY
After their girlfriend’s best friend is wounded in a monster attack, Simone Allard stumbles across a plot much deeper than they anticipated. As they work to find a cure to their own forming illness and find out the truth, one question remains: how was Nadia involved in this? Nadia DuPont doesn’t know how much time she has or even what is ailing her, but it all gets more complex after meeting Simone on a field trip. As they both work to find a cure to her ailment, all Nadia is certain of is she's on the path to ruin.
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Goodreads Info page/purchase links
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Fiori per il mio amore
Too many years forced to court and woo socialites with custom bouquets prepared me for what I planned. What I hoped would replace all the terror and dread Lucient’s dreams were flooded with for too many months. His targets were a single voyage away and I would see to it he went into that final battle joyous.
The crew performed perfectly, somehow managing to find all the flowers on my list. And while I sped passed them, I knew Lucient would take his time—to make me wait—and so he’d see their color, their arrangement, delight in their scent and follow the path laid out for him. A path I’d sketched for the crew, but honestly hadn’t put much confidence in their ability to replicate.
How wrong I was.
In spite of his distaste for how they were used on the ship, blue and white and gold were his favorite colors. So I was certain to stick to those. I offer you, dear reader, a list of each flower and its meaning, as I didn’t get the chance to share them all with him;white acacia’s for elegance, calla lilies for beauty, blue chrysanthemums for love and devotion, and marigolds for vulgar minds.
The crew found so many of each that I wondered how they managed to get them all aboard—I imagine they had help from the florist they found, what with the sheer number they purchased. Not only that, but their arrangement was superb, filling the Captain’s quarters with chrysanthemums, lilies and acacias. The marigolds were sparsely placed to lead the eye to the hidden room—propped open—and further down to the bedroom beneath. There all became marigolds, leading all the way to the bed, which was surrounded by them. I acted as the final piece of the floral puzzle, laying on the sheets, bare but for a single white rose in my teeth.
A symbol of loyalty.
Which was where I was when I heard the scream, shorter and higher pitched than any sound I’d heard from Lucient before. He stood at the base of the hidden stairway not a second after, eyes wide, tracing the path of flowers.
But he said nothing, only staring, even as his eyes landed on me.
Removing the rose, I asked his stunned silence, “Is this not what you asked for, my love?” The sound he made was more a squeak than an answer—though he did manage a bit of a glare—so I tried a different approach, “how about you take all of those stuffy layers off and join me in this bed.”
unfortunately it appears that i'm some kind of insane person
Hello everyone!
I have been... absent again, but it's for a couple of good reason.
For the more positive one, I finished the next edit of False Gods.
Now, I'm looking for beta readers.
Title:False Gods Genre: Dark Contemporary Fiction Word Count: 80 k
Logline: After Internet breaks over the confession of Beatrix Jones, the lead singer of the popular masked rock band, to 4 murders and countless of armed robberies, Love Bradley, a true crime podcaster, sets out to find what leads a small internet band into organized crime and if Beatrix Jones really is a monster media frames her as.
tropes: Fan culture, fan worship, mafia, morally grey women, mix media storytelling, tragic heroes, unreliable narrators, broken found family, Descent into Obsession,
tw: Murder, arson, mentions of sexual assault, grooming, assasinations, predatory behavior, abuse, Drug and Alcohol Addiction, transphobia, general violence, Death of a Family Member, Homelessness and Neglect, manipulation, Imprisonment and Death Sentence Discussions
dm, if you are interested, thank you
Hello everyone!
I have been... absent again, but it's for a couple of good reason.
For the more positive one, I finished the next edit of False Gods.
Now, I'm looking for beta readers.
Title:False Gods Genre: Dark Contemporary Fiction Word Count: 80 k
Logline: After Internet breaks over the confession of Beatrix Jones, the lead singer of the popular masked rock band, to 4 murders and countless of armed robberies, Love Bradley, a true crime podcaster, sets out to find what leads a small internet band into organized crime and if Beatrix Jones really is a monster media frames her as.
tropes: Fan culture, fan worship, mafia, morally grey women, mix media storytelling, tragic heroes, unreliable narrators, broken found family, Descent into Obsession,
tw: Murder, arson, mentions of sexual assault, grooming, assasinations, predatory behavior, abuse, Drug and Alcohol Addiction, transphobia, general violence, Death of a Family Member, Homelessness and Neglect, manipulation, Imprisonment and Death Sentence Discussions
dm, if you are interested, thank you
Hello everyone!
I have been... absent again, but it's for a couple of good reason.
For the more positive one, I finished the next edit of False Gods.
Now, I'm looking for beta readers.
Title:False Gods Genre: Dark Contemporary Fiction Word Count: 80 k
Logline: After Internet breaks over the confession of Beatrix Jones, the lead singer of the popular masked rock band, to 4 murders and countless of armed robberies, Love Bradley, a true crime podcaster, sets out to find what leads a small internet band into organized crime and if Beatrix Jones really is a monster media frames her as.
tropes: Fan culture, fan worship, mafia, morally grey women, mix media storytelling, tragic heroes, unreliable narrators, broken found family, Descent into Obsession,
tw: Murder, arson, mentions of sexual assault, grooming, assasinations, predatory behavior, abuse, Drug and Alcohol Addiction, transphobia, general violence, Death of a Family Member, Homelessness and Neglect, manipulation, Imprisonment and Death Sentence Discussions
dm, if you are interested, thank you