Someone: The Main Thing You Learned From Your Mother?

My page is cutie patootied

Silt Strider from The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind

That's how my bestie found me

People who put mayonnaise machines in coops are like: oh yeah I want you to watch your unborn children suffer.

This morning I was reading a fanfic (ao3) and everything was fine until in the comment section the author answered a question about the writing AI she was using. I felt such visceral disgust at that. I dropped the story like it was acid.

To those that use AI. How dare you? How dare you to have the audacity of using a program that steals people's creativity? How dare you feed it, taking that which was granted with love and passion and then transform it into a soulless program? How dare you bend yourself to these corporations that only seek to exploits us further?

I would 100% prefer to read a fic that has mistakes but that has care into every word and a person behind it with immense love for the fandom, than to read Shakespeare vomited by a code that it was written by a thousand cunts that wank themselves at a picture of Mark Zuckerberg.

If you're doing mental gymnastics to justify art theft and exploitation, then there's no mistake. You are wrong. Nothing will change that.

*nerevar rising soundclip*

*dagoth ur voice* welcome moon-and-star

*silt strider noise*

you're now listening to!

*volcano eruption noise*

102.3!

*sixth house ambience*

REAL SIXTH HOUSE FM

*sound of lava bubbling and ash slaves*

where we play nothing but chants, hymns, and praises to the true god of morrowind!

*dagoth ur laugh track*

this is not the false gods' station!

*radioactive by imagine dragons starts playing*