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butmakeitgayblog · 7 months

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Have you seen the new clexa ai art that’s going around at the moment? I’m really not a fan of anything ai created but the fanfic material it’s giving is just 👌😩

Yeah I've seen em 😒

My issue is this: it's stolen work. It just is. Because no matter how ~pretty~ they may look, the reality is that whatever the images, all they are is a mash up of scraped images from actual artist's work that have been jumbled up and slapped together. And I fuckin hate it. I hate it. Every even halfway decent AI "drawing" I see, my stomach just sinks because I know whoever "made" it painstakingly typed in prompts that probably included specific artists names so that the stupid algorithm would know which artists images to steal from. I hate that people who put hours of time and work and hand cramps and annoyed huffs just to get one piece of shading right are getting their shit stripped like it's an auto chop shop and tossed together in these fucking AI image salads that pump out a mixture of other stolen work. It just sucks. And it kills art, and it kills artists desire to create and share because why even share when someone is just gonna use it to have AI strip it for parts 😤

That being said I do think there is a place for AI images. For personal use fic inspo, sure. To get ideas for future drawings, eh maybe. Vague images for moodboards, yeah ok that seems fair. But not a whole image passed off as a fanwork. That I just cannot get behind at all

#anon #besides it's usually junk when you actually look at it #i saw one piece going around that I'm not entirely sure why people are getting excited over #there's a sword going directly into Lexa's back. she already got shot does she really need to get stabbed as well 🤨#not to mention Clarke's hands are terribly out of proportion #and she's wearing a weird mirror image of Lexa's coat #why? because ai doesn't understand artistry or subtly or anything #or even what the hell it's creating. it's simply designed to steal 🤷‍♀️

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kaseyskat · 9 months

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1 or 31 for the prompts perhaps.. if ur doing some writing if not no pressure :-) whoever u want it to be abt !! adore ur writing

jay you have no idea what you've done to me. i've wanted to do this to sparrow for Days Now and now i have an opportunity?!?!? anyways. when does this take place? idk, not canon that's for sure! but its been in my head so bad. TW for violence

Everything happened so fast.

It's been days of being on their own- Nick is starting to grow tired of it. Admitting that they don't know where their dads are is frustrating, and besides, even with the growing abilities they've all manifested... well, it's dangerous here, isn't it?

Case in point: there is a man standing in front of them with a sword lit ablaze in a way that would be so fucking cool if he weren't pointing it threateningly at them, a group of five scared kids.

(Well, three scared kids and two very unimpressed twins. Nick doesn't know if he should admire their guts or be horrifically afraid for them).

"Listen, you seem like decent kids," the man says, the sword still pointed at them. His buddy is a giant of a man who sneers with teeth far too large to be fully human, hefting an equally-terrifying axe. "But you're not supposed to be here, and you've seen too much! Unfortunately, that means you gotta get axed, if you know what I mean."

"We'd like to see you try," Lark sneers in return, and the fight begins.

Nick is... still woefully unused to fighting in actual combat scenarios. While the twins and eventually Grant and even Terry took to fighting pretty quickly, he'd rather use the magic he's found himself growing more and more fond of to protect himself and his teammates, acting on the sidelines instead of charging straight in.

This is the case here as he taps his drumsticks to his belt, humming a quick melody to boost Grant as he lunges with his own axe, stepping around Terry as he focuses intensely on his stupid spellbook, flipping through the pages.

Lark and Sparrow move in tangent, per the usual. Where Lark swings with his dagger in hand, Sparrow is ducking around, casting vines at the guy's feet and flinging drops of dark liquid in his face. They're always so fun to watch, if only because they always seem to know what the other is doing.

For a moment, Nick feels guilty for only watching them when Grant is taking on the axeman in one-on-one combat. "Terry," he starts to say, his own brows furrowing as he tries to recall something, anything that might help him in this fight. "Maybe you should-"

There's a horrid squelch that cuts him off. The leader is grinning smugly, and he pulls his sword back. "One down," he gloats, and Lark shrieks.

Nick watches in horror as Sparrow crumples to the ground.

No time for thinking. "Protect them!" he yells vaguely in Terry's direction, and then he's diving forwards, his hands glowing. He might not know what to do in combat, but Sparrow had been... had been helping him with healing spells. So that I'm not the only one who can help the others, he had said, and at the time they had laughed because they'd never get hurt enough that healing them all would drain Sparrow, would they?

Lark is still fighting, a dark look in his eyes as he roars in fury, shoves back against the leader. He hasn't had a moment to catch his breath, let alone drop to the ground to check on his twin: even he knew that would be suicide at this point, which would be pointless. Instead, he directs the fight to ten, fifteen, twenty feet away, giving Nick the space to drop next to Sparrow's crumpled form.

It's bad. Nick forces past the smell of burnt flesh, shrugs his own jacket off of his shoulders - it's the only thing he can think of to use, it can be washed later! - and gingerly places a hand on Sparrow's shoulder. "This is going to hurt," he says, "probably."

Sparrow's eyes are half-lidded, dazed. He doesn't even wince when Nick wraps the jacket around him, pressing it carefully against the wound. His breathing is short and jagged, and there are tears trailing down his face slowly- it's horrible.

"Hey, hey, Sparrow, look at me," Nick whispers, and he summons his magic to his hands again, pressing one gingerly to where his jacket has started to stain dark red on Sparrow's back, holding him in place. "You're okay, see? I've got you."

Sparrow inhales, and then exhales in a shuddering sigh, and he allows Nick to pull him into his arms entirely. "The fight," he says- his voice comes out no louder than a whisper. "The others..."

Nick spares a glance upwards. Terry has finally joined the fight, and Grant defeated the axeman so all three of them are focused on the leader now.

"Don't look at them," he finally says in return, and he forces a smile, gritting his teeth as the first healing spell ends and Sparrow looks no better than before, his chest and back both bleeding still, his face rapidly losing color. "Look at me. This is what you taught me for, right?"

Sparrow's breath is wheezing now, his inhales short and raspy, his eyes glazing over. Nick's own heart beats harder and harder in his chest, and he wills another healing spell to his fingers, pressing down harder. Work, he pleads, come on, work!

"You're not dying on me today," he whispers. "Lark would kill me, and then we're both dead and what for? So... so don't give up yet. Stay with me."

Slowly, miraculously, the bleeding slows to a stop. Nick's jacket is probably ruined, but he doesn't even care if it means Sparrow's not on the verge of death anymore. At least now he can be fixed.

The sound of combat, too, slows to a stop, and then Lark is crouching next to them, his face full of fear for the first time since Nick met him. "Sparrow," he gasps, his voice strangled and also so fearful.

"Careful, he's lost a lot of blood, but the wound is mostly healed, I think?" Nick carefully peels away the jacket, revealing burnt skin and half-cauterized flesh and an incision that has only barely healed over. "I don't have much juice left in me for another healing spell, but I can try."

Lark nods, but he's not focused on Nick at all, instead taking Sparrow's hand in his own and squeezing it. "This will not be your end, brother," he says, his voice wobbling dangerously. "Now that the enemies have been defeated, Terry and Grant can find stronger healing magic for you in their supplies."

It feels like ages pass in that moment. Sparrow curled up in his arms is something Nick has been stupidly dreaming about for too long now, but not like this- not when Sparrow's breathing is still wrong, and he's so pale, trembling from the blood loss, and Lark refuses to let go of his hand, and he has a couple of nasty cuts himself that he glares at Nick for mentioning.

Eventually, though, Grant and Terry come into view, each holding vials. "We tested them," Terry explains, and he snorts, shaking his head. "I can't believe we got so lucky- the idea that they'd have healing potions on them was so far-fetched!"

"Give them here!" Lark demands, and he reaches up to snatch the vial right out of Terry's hands, immediately leaning over Sparrow to carefully let the potion drop into his mouth.

It... works. Sparrow's breathing evens out, and the wound fades a little more.

He still doesn't wake up, and his color is still too pale for Nick's liking, but he's alive and not in danger of dying anymore, and even Lark breathes a sigh of relief, still clutching his hand.

For the first time since he watched Sparrow get impaled by an actual flaming sword, Nick allows himself to slump forwards, holding Sparrow to his chest still, marveling in how he can feel each breath, each movement. I almost lost him, he realizes, his own breath sharpening into a violent inhale. Fuck.

When Sparrow wakes, Nick promises himself that he'll... confess feelings, or do something stupid, and maybe learn some actual combat spells so he's not so useless in the future.

For now? As Lark whispers reassurances to Sparrow quietly and Grant dutifully cleans up the area and Terry sets up the barest bones of a shelter... Nick sighs, and combs through Sparrow's hair, and thanks the stars and heavens that he had healing spells in the first place.

#kasey writes stuff #dndads #sparrow oak garcia #nick close #not tagging the others but #for MINOR context i did come up with this scenario when rereading go doodlers #for other minor context: sparrow getting stabbed by a flaming sword a la marcy wu has been smth ive wanted to do for forever #its FUN. im sorry. taking one blorbos pain and giving it to another #sorry for the ending i feel like its so abrupt?#anyways. how does this truly end. does sparrow wake up? is she the same? did the impalement fuck up her lungs irreparably? who knows!#im leaving that up to yall. i just wanted to make the ending vaguely hopeful to fulfill the 'comfort' of 'hurt/comfort' LMAO

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