I only read it if my sister has “made” one using an AI program, otherwise I try to avoid it. I will always support my baby sis even if I don’t agree with using AI to write or make art with.
There are currently ~2300 works in AO3 tagged with "Created Using Generative AI"
I'll be upfront with my opinion, which mirrors my opinion in regards to my field: using AI will only hasten your own obsolescence. The point of fanfiction is not to crank out fics, but rather to enjoy the hobby and communities of writing and fandom.
Thanks for giving me a chance ❤
Everybody stop what you’re doing RIGHT NOW and celebrate the last Out of Touch Thursday of 2020
“Okay, just a bit of mascara and you’re done okay?” Winter asked.
Luke nodded. He was so nervous. Even if he wasn’t getting a bad feeling with the force, he felt this was a bad idea. A thousand what ifs ran through his head. The worst of which was “what if Din hated this side of him after he saw it?”
“Flutter your lashes for a minute.” Winter said.
Like but his lip and did as he was told. Winter moved her hand to the other side of his face once he was done.
“Again.” She said.
Luke once again did as he was told. Meanwhile Leia let out a loud “aha” and triumphantly pulled out a dress from her wardrobe. Luke didn’t dare look until Leia was ready to show him. He’d made that mistake before and had to attend a ball with a black eye and Leia had to take anger management classes. He knew Leia wouldn’t hit him again, but she would probably shave his stuffed toys in his sleep. Or maybe she’d finally give up on being petty. In three years she’d be queen after all.
“There, you’re done.” Winter said, capping the mascara.
“Before you look, put this on!” Leia cried rushing over with the gown.
Luke gasped. It was a miniature version of their mother’s lakeside gown. Instead of the usual yellow, pink, purple it went from white to a sky blue. Luke tried not to cry. Leia knew that his favorite of all their mom’s dresses was the lakeside one.
“You have no clue how hard it was hiding this from you.” Leia said. “Rae-Lye spent months working on this for you. We’re lucky she used to be a tailor.”
Luke blinked in surprise. Din’s mom had made this for him? She’d been in on Leia’s plan? Luke couldn’t believe it. He ran his hand over the fabric. It seemed so well made, he’d have expected their usual tailor to have made it. A grin broke out on his face as he pictured Rae-Lye working on the dress in the servants quarters after a long day of work just to surprise him. He’d have to do something nice for her as a thank you.
He hurried to get changed. He was excited to put the dress on. To look like his mother. To wear something his best friend's mom had made just for him. It might be a bit tame for a ball, but he wanted to wear it regardless. He could dress it up with a shawl or cape like his mother did.
“How do I look?” Luke asked, giving a twirl and he stepped out from behind the privacy screen.
“Gorgeous!” Leia said, clapping her hands. “Come look at your makeup!”
Luke walked over to the mirror and gasped at his reflection. Winter had done an all natural look, except for the eyeliner which added a pop of sky blue to his face. He loved the way he looked. It was definitely better than when he did it, but then again Winter was trained to do makeup and he wasn’t.
Those droids are married, let’s face it. They’re married and in love.
A boy and his bickering droids.
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