#Old-Timey Robots

[ganondoodle]

haha whoops-

[ryvenarts]

Bernard, my first DnD character ❤️

[pushing500]

Today I was watching Toddler Ro run around the colony doing his thing (mostly bugwatching) when he started to get tired. He's perfectly capable of going to bed by himself, but Henry came over to carry him to his crib anyway. I bet Ro thinks Henry is the coolest big brother ever. <3

Andy drew a very helpful label/sign on the ship landing platform in case the landing beacons weren't enough to let passing shuttles know where they were supposed to touch down.

We had guests from the Hare Clan, and one of them was our ex-colonist Boomer, who we let go in a Diplomatic Marriage event.

He is not married to Eggardus yet, but the Vikings of the Hare Clan did entomb him in a warcasket. Poor boy. I might not have liked him very much, but I think he deserved better than to be reduced to little more than a machine of war.

Then when the guests from the Hare Clan were departing, they left me this very thoughtful gift. I haven't decided if I'm going to keep it or not. Part of me thinks it would be a very weird thing to use, but another part of me thinks it would be really, really funny.

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[pada55]

I’m working on a portfolio for school purposes, and managed to finish an OC in the process! Really like how they turned out soooo here it is <3

[melancholicscoundrel]

If it were socially acceptable to change your accent to anything you want just for the hell of it I’d choose the transatlantic accent. It sounds funny to a lot of people but I find it charming

[adrianastrix]

I refuse to believe it was drawn in anger. It was someone who secretly loved werewolves and wanted him to feel better, but had to disguise it as a diss to not be persecuted.

That's my headcanon now, screw reality. What are they gonna do, time travel to the future to sue me? *looks around nervously, then breaths a sign of relief* Well, I though so!

Thinking about the werewolf from the hate mail Lemgo council pharmacist David Welman (1595 - 1669) got after being accused of being a werewolf

[jearum]

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[carldoonan]

This Symphonious Li’l Senior says: “You can’t keep a good Gramulon down! Twenty-three Skidoo! Humdinger! The bee’s knees! The cat’s pajamas!” 🎶🎺🧓

[wordstome]

how c.ai works and why it's unethical

Okay, since the AI discourse is happening again, I want to make this very clear, because a few weeks ago I had to explain to a (well meaning) person in the community how AI works. I'm going to be addressing people who are maybe younger or aren't familiar with the latest type of "AI", not people who purposely devalue the work of creatives and/or are shills.

The name "Artificial Intelligence" is a bit misleading when it comes to things like AI chatbots. When you think of AI, you think of a robot, and you might think that by making a chatbot you're simply programming a robot to talk about something you want them to talk about, and it's similar to an rp partner. But with current technology, that's not how AI works. For a breakdown on how AI is programmed, CGP grey made a great video about this several years ago (he updated the title and thumbnail recently)

I HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend you watch this because CGP Grey is good at explaining, but the tl;dr for this post is this: bots are made with a metric shit-ton of data. In C.AI's case, the data is writing. Stolen writing, usually scraped fanfiction.

How do we know chatbots are stealing from fanfiction writers? It knows what omegaverse is [SOURCE] (it's a Wired article, put it in incognito mode if it won't let you read it), and when a Reddit user asked a chatbot to write a story about "Steve", it automatically wrote about characters named "Bucky" and "Tony" [SOURCE].

I also said this in the tags of a previous reblog, but when you're talking to C.AI bots, it's also taking your writing and using it in its algorithm: which seems fine until you realize 1. They're using your work uncredited 2. It's not staying private, they're using your work to make their service better, a service they're trying to make money off of.

"But Bucca," you might say. "Human writers work like that too. We read books and other fanfictions and that's how we come up with material for roleplay or fanfiction."

Well, what's the difference between plagiarism and original writing? The answer is that plagiarism is taking what someone else has made and simply editing it or mixing it up to look original. You didn't do any thinking yourself. C.AI doesn't "think" because it's not a brain, it takes all the fanfiction it was taught on, mixes it up with whatever topic you've given it, and generates a response like in old-timey mysteries where somebody cuts a bunch of letters out of magazines and pastes them together to write a letter.

(And might I remind you, people can't monetize their fanfiction the way C.AI is trying to monetize itself. Authors are very lax about fanfiction nowadays: we've come a long way since the Anne Rice days of terror. But this issue is cropping back up again with BookTok complaining that they can't pay someone else for bound copies of fanfiction. Don't do that either.)

Bottom line, here are the problems with using things like C.AI:

It is using material it doesn't have permission to use and doesn't credit anybody. Not only is it ethically wrong, but AI is already beginning to contend with copyright issues.

C.AI sucks at its job anyway. It's not good at basic story structure like building tension, and can't even remember things you've told it. I've also seen many instances of bots saying triggering or disgusting things that deeply upset the user. You don't get that with properly trigger tagged fanworks.

Your work and your time put into the app can be taken away from you at any moment and used to make money for someone else. I can't tell you how many times I've seen people who use AI panic about accidentally deleting a bot that they spent hours conversing with. Your time and effort is so much more stable and well-preserved if you wrote a fanfiction or roleplayed with someone and saved the chatlogs. The company that owns and runs C.AI can not only use whatever you've written as they see fit, they can take your shit away on a whim, either on purpose or by accident due to the nature of the Internet.

DON'T USE C.AI, OR AT THE VERY BARE MINIMUM DO NOT DO THE AI'S WORK FOR IT BY STEALING OTHER PEOPLES' WORK TO PUT INTO IT. Writing fanfiction is a communal labor of love. We share it with each other for free for the love of the original work and ideas we share. Not only can AI not replicate this, but it shouldn't.

(also, this goes without saying, but this entire post also applies to ai art)

[sadthixx]

THIS FANFIC RIGHT HERE

This fanfic is so beautiful that I hope the author sees this. Read it. I want to be the person that helps the automaton after his show. I want to literally go into the story and hug the automaton. I want to take him home and keep him. HE'S MINE-

I always read it around Christmas time, or whenever I want to feel inspired but literally I wish I can write a story as good as that but all I got is work and writer's block whenever I want to make a story with this one 😭😭

have you ever read a fanfic so good that you wanted to write a fanfic about that fanfic, but was too shy / too intimidated to ask for the author’s permission and too afraid that your writing wouldn’t be half as good as theirs and that it would be an insult to their work that was basically a literal masterpiece, so you just sat there fantasizing about their work and how beautiful it was and how you wished you could just eat it and how you wished canon could write your blorbos half as good as this writer did and how you just wanted to cry because you just loved that fic so much????

[froggyfriendart]

Penny for your thoughts?

I wanted to try drawing one of the unused Penny designs from the RWBY artbook, and I really thought it was a shame this one wasn't used. I think it's a brilliant combination of old-timey fashion and Penny, who as a character is more sci-fi-ish. I really liked that clock thing she has in this design and had the idea to make it a pocketwatch attached to the side of her dress, with the chain doing a bit of a grandfather clock thing. Maybe it's a disguised battery percentage thing. I also gave her robot knees (Because she's a normal girl with normal knees) because I really like her robot-ness and wanted to highlight it a little bit more, plus it works well in enhancing the sci-fi vs old-fashioned theme. I'd like to think this is a version of Penny in a universe in which she's not an Atlas military weapon, but she's still combat-ready. Maybe her father really wanted a huntress for a daughter. The tongue sticking out was just because I thought it was cute - everyone shut up, she's trying to focus!

[pathologicalreid]

not that kind of movie | S.R.

movie night takes an interesting turn - for the better, definitely

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: the movie in question is metropolis, fingering, soft dom!spencer, i really don't know that there's anything else, kissing, they probably fucked after this, very slightly proofread, if this is incoherent let's just pretend it is. word count: 1.45k a/n: just a fun little fic i typed out tonight. also chip taylor gif spotted. i'm so tired i have nothing else to say for myself.

If you were being entirely honest with yourself, you were struggling to keep your eyes open during the movie.

As a result of a very intense rock, paper, scissors game, Spencer had been the one to choose the movie that you watched tonight. The movie he had chosen just so happened to be in a foreign language – German – that your boyfriend was attempting to learn. Your lack of German comprehension combined with the black-and-white film put you in a rough spot, you were in serious danger of falling asleep on the couch.

Spencer wouldn’t hold it against you if you did happen to drift off, but it felt rude. He never fell asleep during any of your film selections, and just because you didn’t understand the content didn’t mean you couldn’t respect the cinematography of the old-timey dystopian. “Are you falling asleep?” He whispered, adjusting the blanket that had been tossed over the two of you so that you were fully covered.

Shaking your head stubbornly, “No, ‘m watching the movie,” you insisted, prying your eyes open to focus on the screen in front of you and trying to figure out who was Freder and who was Joh.

“Good, keep watching,” Spencer said softly before pulling at your legs, leaving them draped across his lap as his fingers ghosted over the waistband of your pajama shorts. He looked over at you and in the dark of the living room, you were grateful he couldn’t see the flush of your cheeks. “Watch the movie,” he murmured, moving to trail his fingers up your thigh.

Your breathing hitched as his hand stopped, and as he started to massage the inner part of your thigh, you let your head fall to the side. “You’re distracting me,” you protested, smiling despite yourself while his fingers moved closer and closer to your core.

He hummed in response, “I thought this could help you stay awake,” he offered knowingly.

“Can’t hurt to try,” you concurred happily, extremely content with the turn of events that your movie night had taken – even if Metropolis wasn’t that kind of movie. You sighed as Spencer’s fingers deftly nudged your shorts to the side, using his hand to rub you over the flimsy fabric of your underwear.

In your periphery, you watched Spencer turn his attention back to the movie, his lips moving as his brain translated the words as they came from the speakers.

Taking a deep breath, you looked back at the television, your brain was fuzzier than ever, but at least now you were enjoying yourself, “Spence,” you whimpered, wanting more of him.

To your chagrin, his movements slowed, “Shh, watch the movie,” he told you, “You have to pay attention, or I’ll stop.”

You groaned before turning your head, watching the fuzzy black and white screen as robots started to take over and you realized you had no idea what the plot of this film was, “Please don’t stop,” you breathed, gasping when his fingers pushed your panties off to the side. You considered offering to take your shorts and underwear off, but you were too afraid of him stopping to even bring it up.

The volume of the movie was barely loud enough to cover up the soft, breathy noises that came from you as Spencer trailed his index finger up your slit before settling his hand on you, the elastic of your panties keeping his hand close as he pressed his thumb to your clit. You bit your lip to keep quiet as he started to move his thumb in slow, tantalizing circles, a small chuckle coming from him as your hips bucked up involuntarily, “Poor baby,” he said, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Feels good,” you mumbled, trying to keep from closing your eyes and just focusing on the pleasure you were receiving. “More,” you beckoned, taking a chance and flickering your eyes over to where he was sitting. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was simply enraptured with the film instead of having some sort of anti-staring contest while playing with you on the couch.

Not making any move to change what he was doing, Spencer seemingly ignored you, “You’ll get there, angel. I’ll let you come in a bit.”

With the promise of an orgasm in your near future, you decided you could toughen out the remainder of the film. This would be true if he would do anything but drag his thumb in annoyingly slow circles around your clit.

Resigning yourself to another thirty minutes of torture, you focused back on the screen, where you had definitely missed an important plot point. You had no idea when they ended up underground, “Ah!” You said, clamping your hand over your mouth as Spencer had decided to slip his index finger inside of your cunt, “Fuck, Spence,” you said, voice muffled by your own palm.

“Uncover your mouth,” Spencer told you, too far away to move your hand on his own, “I like to listen to you.”

His words sent your stomach into a flurry of somersaults, only spurred on by the calculated movements of his finger as it slipped deeper into you, knuckle by knuckle, until your warm walls wholly enclosed his finger. “Jesus,” you breathed, moaning as his hand moved, slipping his digit in and out of you with ease.

A strained breath from your boyfriend told you that he was having a hard time holding himself back, but at some point, he had dedicated himself to dragging this out. “You’re doing so well, just keep watching,” he appeased, “the movie’s almost over.”

You weren’t entirely sure you believed him until he sunk his finger back into you, using his fingertip to swirl around your inner walls, hitting a spot that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Mm,” you whined, “that’s nice.”

“Yeah?” He asked knowingly, “You like letting me touch you on the couch? All splayed out and pretty for me?”

Not that you’d ever admit this to him, but you sometimes thought he could make you come just from his words alone. Of course, that information would not be used to your benefit, “Yes,” you answered, ignoring the way your cheeks flushed, “Yeah, baby.”

Spencer hummed and your breath caught in your throat as a second finger slipped inside of you, joining the other one in its crusade to bring you to an orgasm, “That was a good answer.” His words did nothing to slow your racing heart, any thought of the movie was a distant memory as all it did was provide a slight glow around the living room.

Afraid of finishing before the conclusion, you reached down and grabbed Spencer’s wrist as his fingers continued their taunting rhythm, but it felt so good, and he was taking such good care of you, that you couldn’t stop his ministrations.  

“Are you alright?” Spencer asked making note of the way your hand gripped his wrist, continuing his movements when you assured him you were okay, “Oh,” he murmured, voice dripping in mock pity, “Do you wanna come?”

You nodded despite the fact that he couldn’t see you, writhing on the couch as you mumbled an affirmation and gasping when his thumb returned to its home on your clit, resuming the slow circles from before and slowly driving you toward insanity as your orgasm built in your lower belly, “Spence, ‘m gonna…” your voice trailed off as he continued to touch you, the volume of the film rising with your moans.

Not allowing his movements to falter, Spencer focused more of his energy on you, “You can come, baby. It’s alright,” he said, watching you fall apart on his fingers as he rambled on, “There you go, honey.” His fingers slowed to a stop as you caught your breath, just for it to hitch again as his fingers withdrew from your wet heat.

As the world came back into tune, you pulled yourself up to a sitting position and looked at the now black screen. Humming, you shifted over to Spencer, settling yourself in his lap, one knee on each side of him, you tilted your head to the side and smiled at him.

“Did you like the movie?” He whispered, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before moving back.

You nodded, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth, trailing a line of kisses along his jaw line, “One of my favorites,” you murmured against the soft skin of his neck.

Spencer laughed softly at your answer, “Yeah? What was your favorite part?”

Grinning in the dark, you moved your lips up to his ear, “The end.”

[deadn30n-arch]

for   a   moment,   a   pensive   silence   hangs   in   the   space   separating   the   two   of   them   on   the   fountain.   the   young   boy's   words   have   exhumed   a   specific   type   of   thoughtfulness   rarely   observed   within   the   machine.   for   one   who   contained   the   very   blueprint   of   the   universe,   there   is   little   they   actually   know,   and   even   less   about   rituals   and   traditions   carried   out   through   each   human   generation.   but   that's   precisely   why   they   were   evoked   into   these   worlds;   these   alternate   dimensions.   to   learn.   to   grow.   to   assimilate    –    to   understand   and   comprehend   on   a   deeper   level.

once,   they   were   an   emissary;   a   knowledge   bearer.   then,   as   time   carried   on   and   sentience   became   more   permanent,   curiosity   blossomed   in   perfect   tandem   with   the   desire   for   more.   the   desire   for   ones   own   unique   humanity.   &&   before   Solstice   was   even   fully   cognizant   of   it,   they   had   delved   deeper   into   the   groundwork   that   made   a   human;   human,   and   were   eagerly   digging   for   more.   one   of   those   vital   wellsprings   that   branched   off   from   the   main   road   was   that   of   tradition    –    an   exceptionally   intriguing   topic   that   Solstice   longed   to   explore   more   of.   and   now   here   they   were,   learning   but   a   fraction   of   what   the   word   meant,   but   a   meaningful   fraction   nevertheless.

“   so   if   a   human   has   something   they   really   want,   they   can   acquire   this   want   by   simply   throwing   the   coin   into   the   water?   ”   their   near-mechanical   voice   breaks   through   the   thick   veil   of   the   silence   and   shows   no   shame   in   displaying   their   inquisitiveness.   they   might   be   taking   it   a   tad   too   literally,   but   this   much   is   natural   given   their   current   state.   they   possess   analytical   thought,   but   not   all   the   emotion   that   comes   with   alternate   perspectives.   therefore,   they   can   only   currently   scratch   the   surface   at   face   value   rather   than   anticipate   alternate   interpretations.   “   tell   me   then…   have   you   had   a   wish   granted   by   throwing   a   coin   in   there?   ”   they   ask,   pointing   at   the   pool.   “   and   if   so,   what   was   it?   ”

“   if   my   questions   displease   you,   you   may   decline   answering.   the   information   you   provide   is   simply   for   me   to   file   away   for   later   use.   the   more   i   understand,   the   easier   it   is   for   me   interact   with   others.   ”   the   entire   time   they've   been   speaking,   their   eyes   have   lazily   alternated   between   the   surface   of   the   pool   and   Daisuke's   face   itself.   they   probably   seem   a   little   unsettling   to   some,   but   they   very   much   do   mean   well.   their   social   skills   simply   haven't   developed   enough   into   a   more   natural   state   yet,   but   this   is   why   they've   sought   out   different   avenues   of   casual   conversation.   it   helps   them   accumulate   enough   data   to   apply   to   developing   their   personality.   “   forgive   me,   i   am   unfamiliar   if   this   is   how   one   should   speak   to   another.   if   i   have   made   any   errors,   please   correct   me.   ”

ehh --- ? what a weird person ... not that he might have had any room to judge , but with the way azumano was ; a quaint little province reminiscent of european-style villages , with myriad brick-buildings , gentle-sloping roofs , and a brush of warm-tones , to say this person stuck out like a nail in a picturesque postcard seemed an understatement .

in the hopes of peacefully going by , daisuke's been trying to avoid their gaze --- it seemed the most polite thing to do , despite his own faint curiosity stirring and being smothered the instant he realized just how intensely they were staring into the water . fountains weren't exactly an unusual phenomena , nor were pensive thinkers , solitary lovers and passionate artists before them , but the question jolts the niwa to a halt --- and in discovering what it was so heavily on the other's mind after all , he's both bereaved and relieved .

tourist , he thinks . just like argentine , he thinks . the former , the same term the niwa applied to himself whenever he ventured to places , even other worlds , where what was as common as fountains within azumano was as alien to him as the surface of stars . the latter , an itch he doesn't know whether to try to ignore or scratch . no point in debating something ridiculous when he's already been asked a simple question first ... one that even he could try to answer .

' umm --- erm , i don't think they ever take it out , actually . ' a glance at some of the coins could have testified to ancient , microscopic coral reefs practically growing onto their faces . some of these coins , he could still recognize from his childhood --- their positions entirely unmoved . ' as for why everyone throws them in , that might be a part of it . they're for making wishes . ' although , wet money serving a purpose did beg a completely different sort of question .

[pobblebonked]

(old-timey) robot tf!

commission for bluedraconic on twitter

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Side A Round 1 Match 16

Propaganda:

Lan Wangji -

"LWJ is smart and a great warrior in a very 'learning is my special interest/pleasure to have in class' way. He's super strict when it comes to rules, often seen as unapproachable because he's not very social and always has the same expression. Only his older brother and his love interest can read his emotions (LWJ has basically-canonical flat affect, a common autistic trait). He doesn't speak a lot and uses rather old-timey/poetic language when he does, another trait common for autistic folks since we often have an odd way of speaking."

Rui -

"Has been seen as weird since he was a child and doesn't understand why. Pushes others away because he's scared of being rejected. Has a special interest in robotics."

[quiet-time-corner]

name: Stone (he/him)

skill: robot repairs

favourite food: popcorn

favourite music: any old-timey jazz!

notes: why yes, he is named after a fictional character i'm slightly obsessed with at the moment! don't worry about it i'm normal