From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.
Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you.
But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal...
...even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
What’s the most scared Cassie has been?
So far; running from the Wendigo... so far...
I just put up the 111th chapter of They're Just Children, time to disappear into the Nowhere for another week until the Music Man encounter happens.
the snake that eats herself
ALL THE COLORS!
Use of color theory is nice :D
If your writing style feels messy or chaotic,
Lean into it.
Mess with the fonts. Give you writing some-
pop
And be as damn well creative and clever with the formatting, narrative progression, use of tropes or lack thereof as you want.
You
Are
Not
Obligated
Towards
Writing
A
Certain
Way.
(Especially if this is internet writing we're talking about.)
Looking at you, Fanfiction Community. You aren't responsible for fitting so rigidly into
□Boxes■
Rats are friends, not food
N O M
Greggy and Cassie hold hands? (:
Yes :D
Does Six consider rats to be friends?
more like food
Just a heads up, there are bots going around on AO3 accusing people of using AI. Considering the timing, this is likely AI bros' retaliation for AO3 users calling them out for scraping their work. Examples of what you might be sent:
Screenshots from here.
If you get a comment like this, just report for spam and delete.
What would Six do if she was called a baby?
Depends from who and what context, but probably cannibalism