If nothing else, AI has cured me of my imposter syndrome. Nobody who still writes or creates the old-fashioned way should ever again question their own legitimacy as an artist
at the library. why is every new book called “a crown of knives and glass” or “the candlestick maker’s daughter” or “the last rose blooms at dusk” or “the fractured fragments of our souls”
mildly toxic dynamic between a necromancer wizard and a devotion paladin where every time the paladin dies the necromancer brings them back to life because they need to fulfill their paladin oath to protect them mhm