Silly Fellas Whom I Want To Destroy

Tornado touches down behind this abandoned homestead on the Colorado Palmer Divide on June 4, 2015; Eric Hurst

Burning Spice would like Gingerbrave…see my vision

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

absolutely glorious

you can’t see him but Ted is worshipping at AM’s feet

+ bonus for @moonalchemy the fatal frame fit

Ouuugg I don't fully like this tbh, but oh well we ball.

[heavy tf2 tummy voice] AM IHNMAIMS wires‼‼‼

Sleeping beast(s)

Out of the Cold

ermmmm okay

In what felt like a lifetime, it landed on the hard, lush ground. The impact took the 'breath' out of its mechanical body, it letting out a pathetic wheeze in response to the pain that flared in its receptors.

To be fair, it wasn't like it wanted its body to be forcibly hijacked by a bunch of DNA, it just sorta happened.

It's optics flickered on, taking in the sights around it. For once, it felt like it was actually going to die. Not some pathetic period of dormancy, the real thing.

Every part of its body stung with an unrealistic amount of pain, and it's code worked diligently to lower the intensity.

It felt like it's mere essence was being destroyed. Was this what it was like to have a virus enter the body and destroy the cells inside? For once, it felt an odd thrum of fear string through its body.

Its optics flickered in and out involuntarily and it realized with a jolt that its limbs were feeling heavier, like some sort of paralysis was taking over. It made itself move regardless, attempting to find some sort of remedy. It barely made it a few places before stopping because of the pain.

Was it truly going to die?

It won't die.

Right?

reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.