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Jaxon's blood-stained fingers slid across the Solaris’s med bay control panel, urgently entering the commands to seal the stasis chamber and begin the flow of BioGel. The vitals of the mysterious stranger, who had saved his life on the outpost just moments before, flickered on the screen, weak and fading. “Just keep breathing,” Jax muttered, activating the chamber’s life support as the gel-like liquid began to fill the chamber and envelop the stranger who choked back a scream as the BioGel infiltrated his lungs. Blood mingled with the clear substance before the system efficiently filtered out the crimson-colored waste, replacing it with a sterile gel. A readout scrolled across the screen, revealing phaser burns, hematomas, freshly broken bones, and evidence of poorly healed injuries. A twinge of curiosity tugged at Jax as he wondered about the stranger's story, concealed beneath the scars and broken bones. The soft hum of the Solaris’s engines and the gentle glow of the med bay’s monitors created a surreal ambiance, transforming the scene into a silent dance between technology and the resilience of the human spirit.

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The caged monster within Mara began to stir, testing the limits of its restraints. Trembling, she grappled to control the beast as it fought for freedom. Overwhelming memories of the creature's thirst for blood and destruction flooded her mind. Mara screamed as the curse within her was unleashed, dread filling her heart at the anticipation of the horror it might demand next.

As the monstrous presence enveloped her, inky black tendrils formed arms, wrapping around her in a bizarre embrace. A strange comfort washed over her as the gnarled, shadowy form whispered reassurances. The creature she had once feared now cradled her like a guardian in the depths of her own darkness.

Looking up at the beast before her, Mara accepted its reassurance and nestled into its hold. In the heart of her own storm, her monster became an unexpected source of comfort—a twisted reassurance that, perhaps, the beast within was not entirely devoid of mercy.

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As with every encounter before, silence was all that remained—an unspoken prelude to the final battle at the end of time. The air was foul as the warrior trudged across the decaying land, desperately clinging to the remnants of their strength. Each step was a victory as their muscles trembled with effort, and blood seeped from wounds that would never heal. Within that desolation, a chilling mist enveloped the warrior, revealing a towering figure unfurling from the darkness—eyes ablaze with the fiery glow of hell itself. Sword in hand, the warrior confronted Death, an overwhelming and eternal void that seemed to devour the very essence of the dying world. The battle unfolded, a dance between mortal and immortal, fought not for victory but for the defiance of an inevitable end. Each strike to Death was a rebellion against the fading heartbeat of existence. With the final blow, the warrior's body crumpled, broken yet unbowed—a heart content with effort. Death loomed, but in that fleeting moment, a quiet triumph flickered in the warrior's eyes. A grim grin crossed their face—a silent declaration that even in the face of eternity, they had fought with a spirit unwilling to be extinguished.

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The ship's med bay alarm droned on relentlessly, signaling to the soulless med bot that another patient had arrived; the throbbing in Sam's head increased with every buzz.  Seeking the same emptiness within himself that echoed through the vastness of space, Sam shut his eyes, easing into the pillow now stained with blood.  It was a small comfort as he waited for the drugs that would soon be coursing through his veins.  The faint scent of antiseptic filled the air, assaulting his senses as the med bot, with a cheerful beep, rolled up to his bedside.  Sam released a tired sigh, allowing a shiver to course down his body as the bot's cold, clinical fingers probed for shrapnel embedded in his skin.

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Honest question, if I wrote this myself and I picked out the name Lenore, would you still consider it a parody?

Because I did pick out the names myself, can’t blame AI for that one.

I am well aware of how overly flowery and cringey AI text is, but 50 Shades of Gray did pretty well for itself and that writing was not good. I could have prompted it to write in Mary Shelley’s style, I’m sure that would have resulted in better.

When I created this blog, I knew there would be those who opposed it and the contents, I knew this conversation would be had (I honestly welcome it), I’m a bit disappointed you didn’t try to include me in that conversation.

I completely understand the opposition to AI generated art and text, I'm sure artists felt the same way when the camera was invented.  I do want to be very clear when I say, I firmly believe AI generated art and text should NEVER be used as a final product to replace artists or writers.

My content on Tumblr isn’t a a final product, I gain no money or fame from making these posts. For me, Tumblr is a sandbox where I can explore themes like whump have fun!  I'm not seeking any kind of 'cheap clout' or really any clout at all (I think that is an unfair assumption) I'm simply sharing my creative experiments on a platform that I believe welcomes them. My intention is not to undermine writers or steal their ‘solidarity’, but rather to add to the diverse range of creative voices on Tumblr.

While this blog is only about a day old, I have received very positive messages from those in the whump community, and that means the world to me.

I had planned to extend to have an open conversation about the process to create AI art or text, AI in general, and my blog, but on top of your comment you've blocked me. So I extend the invite to anyone else who wants to chat.

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That’s a lot of incorrect statements you just made. I’m sorry I haven’t been a good conversationalist, it’s hard to have a conversation with poor logic like you’ve shown. I hope you find something better to do with your night.

When I created this blog, I knew there would be those who opposed it and the contents, I knew this conversation would be had (I honestly welcome it), I’m a bit disappointed you didn’t try to include me in that conversation.

I completely understand the opposition to AI generated art and text, I'm sure artists felt the same way when the camera was invented.  I do want to be very clear when I say, I firmly believe AI generated art and text should NEVER be used as a final product to replace artists or writers.

My content on Tumblr isn’t a a final product, I gain no money or fame from making these posts. For me, Tumblr is a sandbox where I can explore themes like whump have fun!  I'm not seeking any kind of 'cheap clout' or really any clout at all (I think that is an unfair assumption) I'm simply sharing my creative experiments on a platform that I believe welcomes them. My intention is not to undermine writers or steal their ‘solidarity’, but rather to add to the diverse range of creative voices on Tumblr.

While this blog is only about a day old, I have received very positive messages from those in the whump community, and that means the world to me.

I had planned to extend to have an open conversation about the process to create AI art or text, AI in general, and my blog, but on top of your comment you've blocked me. So I extend the invite to anyone else who wants to chat.

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I have never said or implied those things.

When I created this blog, I knew there would be those who opposed it and the contents, I knew this conversation would be had (I honestly welcome it), I’m a bit disappointed you didn’t try to include me in that conversation.

I completely understand the opposition to AI generated art and text, I'm sure artists felt the same way when the camera was invented.  I do want to be very clear when I say, I firmly believe AI generated art and text should NEVER be used as a final product to replace artists or writers.

My content on Tumblr isn’t a a final product, I gain no money or fame from making these posts. For me, Tumblr is a sandbox where I can explore themes like whump have fun!  I'm not seeking any kind of 'cheap clout' or really any clout at all (I think that is an unfair assumption) I'm simply sharing my creative experiments on a platform that I believe welcomes them. My intention is not to undermine writers or steal their ‘solidarity’, but rather to add to the diverse range of creative voices on Tumblr.

While this blog is only about a day old, I have received very positive messages from those in the whump community, and that means the world to me.

I had planned to extend to have an open conversation about the process to create AI art or text, AI in general, and my blog, but on top of your comment you've blocked me. So I extend the invite to anyone else who wants to chat.

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Copyright laws don’t care about your feelings, love and adoration don’t factor in.

Fan fiction is theft because the write never asked for permission and the characters and story belong to a production or publishing company.

Both fan fiction and AI can’t be copyrighted for the same reasons.

Fine, be rude, it’s says a lot more about you than me.

When I created this blog, I knew there would be those who opposed it and the contents, I knew this conversation would be had (I honestly welcome it), I’m a bit disappointed you didn’t try to include me in that conversation.

I completely understand the opposition to AI generated art and text, I'm sure artists felt the same way when the camera was invented.  I do want to be very clear when I say, I firmly believe AI generated art and text should NEVER be used as a final product to replace artists or writers.

My content on Tumblr isn’t a a final product, I gain no money or fame from making these posts. For me, Tumblr is a sandbox where I can explore themes like whump have fun!  I'm not seeking any kind of 'cheap clout' or really any clout at all (I think that is an unfair assumption) I'm simply sharing my creative experiments on a platform that I believe welcomes them. My intention is not to undermine writers or steal their ‘solidarity’, but rather to add to the diverse range of creative voices on Tumblr.

While this blog is only about a day old, I have received very positive messages from those in the whump community, and that means the world to me.

I had planned to extend to have an open conversation about the process to create AI art or text, AI in general, and my blog, but on top of your comment you've blocked me. So I extend the invite to anyone else who wants to chat.

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Fan fiction is still taking someone else’s work as your own, I don’t care how much love and energy you put into it, they are not your characters and they are not your world.

You can get as mad and rude as you want about it, but it is a simple truth.

When I created this blog, I knew there would be those who opposed it and the contents, I knew this conversation would be had (I honestly welcome it), I’m a bit disappointed you didn’t try to include me in that conversation.

I completely understand the opposition to AI generated art and text, I'm sure artists felt the same way when the camera was invented.  I do want to be very clear when I say, I firmly believe AI generated art and text should NEVER be used as a final product to replace artists or writers.

My content on Tumblr isn’t a a final product, I gain no money or fame from making these posts. For me, Tumblr is a sandbox where I can explore themes like whump have fun!  I'm not seeking any kind of 'cheap clout' or really any clout at all (I think that is an unfair assumption) I'm simply sharing my creative experiments on a platform that I believe welcomes them. My intention is not to undermine writers or steal their ‘solidarity’, but rather to add to the diverse range of creative voices on Tumblr.

While this blog is only about a day old, I have received very positive messages from those in the whump community, and that means the world to me.

I had planned to extend to have an open conversation about the process to create AI art or text, AI in general, and my blog, but on top of your comment you've blocked me. So I extend the invite to anyone else who wants to chat.

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What is fan fiction if not stolen characters and worlds? What are gifs if not stealing someone else’s work? Did automation put a lot of factory works out of a job, yes, but it also created a lot of new jobs and skills. We grow and change as a society, AI is part of a big change for us.

How do we learn to write if not from reading other people’s work. AI isn’t going anywhere, and writers already use it every day (hint: spell check). AI is a tool and I don’t think there’s a harm in using it as such.

I’m not asking anyone to like AI, I am not hiding what this blog is. All I ask is that people not be rude about it.

When I created this blog, I knew there would be those who opposed it and the contents, I knew this conversation would be had (I honestly welcome it), I’m a bit disappointed you didn’t try to include me in that conversation.

I completely understand the opposition to AI generated art and text, I'm sure artists felt the same way when the camera was invented.  I do want to be very clear when I say, I firmly believe AI generated art and text should NEVER be used as a final product to replace artists or writers.

My content on Tumblr isn’t a a final product, I gain no money or fame from making these posts. For me, Tumblr is a sandbox where I can explore themes like whump have fun!  I'm not seeking any kind of 'cheap clout' or really any clout at all (I think that is an unfair assumption) I'm simply sharing my creative experiments on a platform that I believe welcomes them. My intention is not to undermine writers or steal their ‘solidarity’, but rather to add to the diverse range of creative voices on Tumblr.

While this blog is only about a day old, I have received very positive messages from those in the whump community, and that means the world to me.

I had planned to extend to have an open conversation about the process to create AI art or text, AI in general, and my blog, but on top of your comment you've blocked me. So I extend the invite to anyone else who wants to chat.

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When I created this blog, I knew there would be those who opposed it and the contents, I knew this conversation would be had (I honestly welcome it), I’m a bit disappointed you didn’t try to include me in that conversation.

I completely understand the opposition to AI generated art and text, I'm sure artists felt the same way when the camera was invented.  I do want to be very clear when I say, I firmly believe AI generated art and text should NEVER be used as a final product to replace artists or writers.

My content on Tumblr isn’t a a final product, I gain no money or fame from making these posts. For me, Tumblr is a sandbox where I can explore themes like whump have fun!  I'm not seeking any kind of 'cheap clout' or really any clout at all (I think that is an unfair assumption) I'm simply sharing my creative experiments on a platform that I believe welcomes them. My intention is not to undermine writers or steal their ‘solidarity’, but rather to add to the diverse range of creative voices on Tumblr.

While this blog is only about a day old, I have received very positive messages from those in the whump community, and that means the world to me.

I had planned to extend to have an open conversation about the process to create AI art or text, AI in general, and my blog, but on top of your comment you've blocked me. So I extend the invite to anyone else who wants to chat.

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Kyrin sat in the open windowsill of the looming gothic mansion, letting the cold rain cascade over his broken skin, washing away the remnants of blood from his wounds. The relentless downpour seemed to mirror the tumult within him. The haunting silhouette of the cursed beast he had become lingered in the shadows of his thoughts, its eyes burned through his soul.

As each raindrop merged with the pain etched into his existence, Kyrin couldn't escape the memory of the fear reflected in Lenore's eyes. The weight of her terror clung to him like a remorseful ghost, intensifying the solitude of his cursed existence. In the symphony of rain and regret, he grappled with the unrelenting shadows of his destiny, caught between the desire to protect and the knowledge that he was the very menace Lenore feared.

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In the dim-lit chamber, Kyrin's transformation unfolded with agonizing grace. His body contorted and convulsed, morphing into the monstrous winged creature that guarded the mansion. A guttural cry, a fusion of pain and despair, echoed through the stone walls as the metamorphosis reached its peak. Lenore, her heart torn between horror and heartbreak, watched the man she loved become a horned guardian, a creature forged from the shadows of a curse. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy, sealing the fate of their tangled destinies.

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In the quiet of the moonlit chamber, Kyrin lay in an uneasy slumber, blood from his wounds staining the pristine sheets. Tiny fairies, ethereal and delicate, hovered over him, their giggles and whispers carrying the weight of ancient secrets. Raindrops danced on the large window, a gentle cadence matching the rhythm of his troubled dreams. The fairies, vigilant in their watch, awaited Lenore's arrival, their luminous wings casting a soft glow in the dim room, a surreal ballet of magic and melancholy.

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Seated at a polished wooden table in the fancy saloon, the young man discreetly tried to hide his bloodied knuckles beneath the dim glow of lantern light. The air thickened with the lingering tension of the recent brawl. A saloon girl, her eyes reflecting gratitude, approached with a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the gleam of the room. "On the house," she whispered, a silent acknowledgment for his protective instinct.

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Perched on the windowsill of the decrepit gothic mansion, the injured man winced as lightning split the sky, revealing the haunting silhouette of the rain-drenched landscape. Bandages tightly bound his wounds, clinging to him like a fragile promise. Cold raindrops traced a chilling path down his face, merging with the taste of salt on his lips. The thunder echoed the turmoil within, as he sought refuge in the ancient embrace of the mansion, a sanctuary tainted by shadows and the relentless storm.