Every graha blast could be your graha last
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christine: there is no angel of music, there never was!
erik, from behind the mirror, about to exploit her grief over her dead father for his own personal gain: oh you haven’t heard?
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If you actively & happily use AI art for anything, especially for creating OC designs and the like, you are so unbelievably sorry. I can't believe countless artists and writers have been going in on how terrible and threatening AI shit has been (like they...literally go against the concept of what art & creativity even are) all this year, just for some clowns to be like "weeeeell if people aren't making a profit off of them, it's ok!!!"
So you don't want to put in the time & effort to draw or write for yourself. That's fine. Still shouldn't feed these predatory bots tho. All they do is steal shit.
I hope this new AI art trend dies, just like how crypto & NFT garbage did-
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I hate that the shit that gets traction on this site is either my shitposts or me just being insane about a screengrab of chuck/michael mckean. Guess my art is not marketable. Whatever. It’s just how the internet works
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(reading uno cards like tarot cards.) (pulls a +4) ...the horsemen.
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Looking through my image gallery and found this abomination
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My least favourite brand of viral Tumblr post is "witty, light-hearted textpost whose notes are filled with OP being unnecessarily mean to everyone who left a harmless comment they personally didn't vibe with"
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the carousel begins to spin faster and faster, the music reaching a higher, more frenetic tempo. children scream and clutch at the poles, trying desperately to hold on, but the popcorn butter and frybread grease from innumerable other carnival-goers makes them slippery, and many are flung away into the churro-scented darkness. in the end, only timmy (age 9, muskegon, mi) is left. several men in lab coats emerge from the nearby house of mirrors and brusquely inform him that he is ‘centrifugally gifted’ and is being drafted into the space force. he is not heard from again
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