This Fucking KILLED My Wrist With The Shading, But I'm Decently Proud Of It (not That Proud, Shading

I could use AI and it'd write about how horrid this decision making is

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

saw a statement that mg is akin to walter's son

Walter stepped onto the elevator.

In about 5 minutes, he'd arrive at the observation chamber. In about 7, he'd be on the catwalk.

He has that time.

[ding]

Low humming collided with the rustling of his suit as a phone was produced from the rightmost pocket.

A couple rings later, he's speaking to one of his technical engineers.

"Is it ready?"

"Yes sir."

"Good." He hangs up.

Everyone's day has to have just gotten better.

After around 20 more seconds, Walter is faced with a sleek mix of utilarian. He's almost surprised at the lack of traffic, but that's no reason to complain, right?

Stepping out of the elevator, striding forward through the corridor then down the right hall. Take a left turn, followed by a staircase downward.

Hm..that took around 4 minutes. Ah well, better for him, then.

Waltzing into the observation chamber would be the second best part of this trip. He finally got to see his magnum opus.

His eyes were greeted with nigh-perfectum protection against titans- against Godzilla. Oh, how proud he was.

The apex titan, Mechagodzilla.

Despite it's stature, Walter was sure it was his son. The time, the effort, the very fact it stood before him now, it was a miracle- his miracle.

He hurried to the catwalk, passing through the exit door to see it without the filter of stained glass and white noise of computers.

As his foot lands on the first step, he hears it. The sound of a leg shifting. Not his- but it's leg. And he turns.

It's gazing. With optics larger than himself tenfold, it's gazing.

Maybe he hasn't slept much, because he's sure it's..it's leaning towards him.

He moves across the catwalk, stopping around the middle. It tracks him as he moves.

His hand grasps onto the railing, he needed to get a better look.

A snout bumps the railing he's leaning against, larger than half the catwalk itself- it's a miracle the thing didn't crumble.

Conscious or not, Walter's own hand lifts, and lands onto it- lands onto Mechagodzilla.

A low, mechanical hum eminates.

"..Incredible."

inspired heavily by that 1 scene in last run (i like lr a lot, clearly)

made up the chara design on the fly, i rly like it so it might become my main design for her; and yes, the pink socks are intentional. i thought she’d look good in pink socks so i added them

also first time tryna properly colour a character (that was a pun), i’d say it turned out decent. still need to work on colour theory

Decided to post this after I got out the shower, the last post and this 1 were already done beforehand but double posting seemed annoying and this was more convenient

Decided to try going for the new ULB look instead of clinging to legacy, I'd say it looks pretty good, with the tendrils n all

perspective ooooh so scary

is it embarrassing or concerning to admit walt has become a father figure

if im not 2 then I don't know what I am

There are two types of writers:

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'

Filler post while I work on smth big (for me atleast, first time properly doing a background)

Theory: spamton took inspiration from lb

•every time gaster is mentioned spamton has static eyes, lb has static eyes when gaster's controlling him

•idk I cant think of anything else

If i die

rex-splode