MY BOYS!!!
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MY BOYS!!!
chaeya cowboys designs for natlan adventures idk
I love everything in this issue! Here's a little preview from my story ✨🖤
academy felix in the blue lions loungewear, hand outstretched as he speaks. a rainbow pride flag is superimposed on top. felix's dialogue reads: "I'd rather be swinging my blade than wasting my time with some girl at a ball."
happy pride or whatever
writing is so funny because you write and you go insane, or you don't write and you go insane. there's really no choice
omg aewin <3 i saw your comment on ao3 right as i was closing out. i think we are in the phd zine together!
no its perfect i was literally reading the dmlx anthology today
logged in. saw this. immediate KO
BACK ON MY FUJO SHIT!
“Tell me about the dream,” Mydei says, voice soft for a command. He does not meet Phainon’s gaze. Instead he, too, looks into the distance, as if imagining Phainon’s past emerging from the darkness. Phainon notices him absentmindedly following the sun-pattern of his gilded belt over and over with his fingertips. Phainon tells him all of these things: the losses and the mulberries, the unrestrained laughter of childhood, falling from the height of a tree and breaking his arm bone, the market stalls that traded in oils and lamb’s meat, the temple to Kephale fashioned out of white marble, standing like a singular light amidst aged homes. Mydei listens silently, except when Phainon recalls Cyrene carrying him on her back as he wept loudly enough from his injury to send the birds scattering into the sky. He huffs a restrained laugh, but even then he does not look at Phainon, who continues to speak. He brings Mydei to his sparse memories of the inside of Kephale’s temple, the vines fashioned out of marble and gold wrapping around pillars, catching the light of the ever-burning torches. Not once did Kephale’s temple ever sit in shadows.
"a past ripe for reaping"
phainon/mydei | #phaidei
4,100 words | E
# character study, slight canon divergence, long talks by the campfire, handjobs
ao3.org/works/66046630
like it's truly nothing to write home about..... the writing is so bland....
i also just think it's disrespectful.... like why should i put hours into evaluating your work if youre going to plug mine into a genAI bot??
i do have a professor who is very pro using chatbots to give feedback and it kills me i was like please don't do that to my work actually that's not why we pay money to be here
me and several other classmates are all like ? surely this is like at least "polished" by a bot the tone of the writing, the questions, etc. everything is very like... chat gpt voice
they've been using it to respond to people's work.... and it just feels super obvious because of the way they bold words and group ideas together disregarding questions the author asks about their own work
trying to keep track of who everyone is
yay!
Just found out thanks to the latest update that Firefox has "AI" features. Here's how to switch them off.
Two white-tailed deer in a poplar copse along the Bow River pathway
Mets some friends on my hike
i love both
everyone cross your fingers i get to teach this asynch class in the summer or fall i need a gig.
i feel completely the same way
well. no new fire emblem announcement means we're still steady on the 3h train
yaoi'd too hard. made up a language to write ancient poetry in and then made three separate translations to discuss them.
like whoa... what happened
bsky.app/profile/chae...
"turns of a silvertree"
qifrey/olruggio | #orufrey
8,000 words.
# unresolved romantic tension and indulgent kitchen antics. qifrey's secret-keepings begin to affect the people close to him.
archiveofourown.org/works/63731422
me and friend were at the gym during the nintendo stream and we would take turns doing reps and holding up the phone to watch and honestly thats bonding
cant believe im almost done with my mfa