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AI art should not be compared to an actual artist who put years into mastering their craft and hours into making pieces. It should be seen for what it is, technology, there’s nothing creative about it, it is simply a bunch of images stuck together. It’s like google images but instead of each thing being laid out on its own it’s all bundled up into one.
I can admire the thought put into making AI but it is simply not the same as what an artist does to create their work. The way I see it is an AI can be recreated to a T (probably) but art can not be recreated one to one, it will always have its own flair no matter how minor because of the person making it.
Anyways here’s me expressing my opinions cuz I like sounding smart or whatever
Wrong Turn One-Shot:
Three Finger x Reader
You were just trying to survive. To get away from them. The demented men that murdered all your friends. It all started out as fun and games but soon ended in bloodshed as each of them were captured one by one. You were the last one living and that made it all the more worse for the fact that the cannibals were after you now.
Out of the three of them that scared you, the one that scared you the most was the smallest one. You realized that every time they were near you and your friends the cannibal would specifically target you. You didn’t understand why but he seemed keen on killing you the most. As you were running through the woods you felt the sticks and vines cut your legs and arms repeatedly but you didn’t care. Your life was on the line and you knew that if you stopped then you would die. A loud, deranged giggle rang through the forests alarming you that the brothers weren’t far behind. You ran faster which you thought wasn’t even possible at this point. But you were tired. And the brothers were slowly gaining on you.
And by gods name. You tripped on a thick root in the ground and fell. The three-fingered mutants giggles got closer. You sobbed as tears ran down your face as you knew you were going to die. The foot steps got closer and closer. It wasn’t until you heard the man’s giggle up close that you looked up. The three of them stared down at you with wicked grins. The smallest one was in the middle whilst his older brothers took their places at his sides. You were so scared that you blacked out.
You then woke up to looking at a wooden ceiling. You tried to move but you realized your arms and legs were tied down barbed wire. They were tightly digging in your skin to where you were bleeding. You yelped in pain. Then that same inhumane giggle came. You turned and saw that the youngest Hilliker brother was staring at your struggles in amusement. You looked at him in fear which only seemed to amuse him further as his dark grin grew wider.
He walks towards you in a slow predatory manner. A knife in his hand. You looked up at him as he stood over you. Then he slams the knife into the wood beside your side. You flinched heavily as he came closer to your face. You turned your head to the side to avoid facing him. And you felt something wet and slick slide across your face and you realized it was his tongue. “Ugh” you couldn’t help but groan in disgust. But the man wasn’t fazed much by your reaction and suddenly grabs you by your hair and turns your head towards him. The grip he had on your hair was incredibly strong but you couldn’t look him in the eyes. “Just end it already. I don’t wanna die a slow death.” You stated in a defeated tone. But that didn’t happen. Rather than the feeling of a knife dived deep into your body, you felt the press of rough lips against yours. You opened your eyes in utter shock.
The man was kissing you. You wanted to bite him but thought twice about it. He then pulled away and snatched the knife out the wood. You looked up at him, waiting for his next move. But he simply twirled the knife in his hand and tilted his head with a teasing grin. As if he was waiting for you to put the pieces together. You blinked at him in confusion.
Then you realized that he wasn’t gonna kill you. He was gonna keep you captive. But for what purpose. That question you didn’t know. But you didn’t need to know. Little did you know, Three-Finger grew a liking to you and planned on keeping you as his ‘pet’.
never ever ever ever think you can’t do something seriously write a book paint a painting sing a song and post it YOUR LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO NOT CREATE!!
Lowkey pissed off by how vampires are always written within this ‘I love you but I want to hurt you so badly’ narrative? Like first of all that’s just an excuse to get young & beautiful women killed or brutalized on screen, because somehow it’s never a 70-yo female vampire struggling to resist her 50-yo male librarian lover, is it? And secondly - so you like someone you could potentially eat, so what? Happens every damn day everywhere. Are dogs secretly yearning to tear our heads off? Are people who own pet rabbits like ‘Oh you’re so fluffy and I love you, but man, I want to break your neck and roast you so much’. Lots of animals are carnivores, many of us eat meat, and yet when a bond emerges - of friendship, love, or strategical alliance - the thought of eating one another fades away. The ‘food’ and ‘not-food’ categories are way more complicated than just ‘Would go well with chesse’?? So please - I’m begging the young writers out there to stop using this trope. Let’s have Millennials kill (bad) vampires on top of diamonds and napkins. Thanks.
Reminds me of that one time in middle school when I drew some ads to the side of my english test and add „Write here what ad would you like to see next:“
I wish I have done this more often :D
