#also I Do Not Consent to have any of my work used for AI or LLM training

[sumerianlanguage]

Hi Sumierianlanguage!

Would you be so kind and translate the meaning of: "it is what it is" into sumierian? And also could you gibe the cuineform of the sentence?

I wonder whether the AI was right giving me this translation: 𒈬𒂗𒁉 𒋛 𒈪𒉌𒉌𒁽

I trust more your knowledge that ChatGPT :)

Greetings from Poland!

Please don't use AI to try to translate into (or out of) Sumerian. The phrase you've "translated" is nonsensical. I have a strict no-AI policy on this blog and in my life in general, and won't be answering any further questions about it.

"It is what it is" doesn't translate easily into Sumerian - what is "it"? To convey the meaning, I'd say Anaam heam 𒀀𒈾𒀀𒀭 𒃶𒀀𒀭 "Whatever may be".

[feminist-space]

"Artists have finally had enough with Meta’s predatory AI policies, but Meta’s loss is Cara’s gain. An artist-run, anti-AI social platform, Cara has grown from 40,000 to 650,000 users within the last week, catapulting it to the top of the App Store charts.

Instagram is a necessity for many artists, who use the platform to promote their work and solicit paying clients. But Meta is using public posts to train its generative AI systems, and only European users can opt out, since they’re protected by GDPR laws. Generative AI has become so front-and-center on Meta’s apps that artists reached their breaking point.

“When you put [AI] so much in their face, and then give them the option to opt out, but then increase the friction to opt out… I think that increases their anger level — like, okay now I’ve really had enough,” Jingna Zhang, a renowned photographer and founder of Cara, told TechCrunch.

Cara, which has both a web and mobile app, is like a combination of Instagram and X, but built specifically for artists. On your profile, you can host a portfolio of work, but you can also post updates to your feed like any other microblogging site.

Zhang is perfectly positioned to helm an artist-centric social network, where they can post without the risk of becoming part of a training dataset for AI. Zhang has fought on behalf of artists, recently winning an appeal in a Luxembourg court over a painter who copied one of her photographs, which she shot for Harper’s Bazaar Vietnam.

“Using a different medium was irrelevant. My work being ‘available online’ was irrelevant. Consent was necessary,” Zhang wrote on X.

Zhang and three other artists are also suing Google for allegedly using their copyrighted work to train Imagen, an AI image generator. She’s also a plaintiff in a similar lawsuit against Stability AI, Midjourney, DeviantArt and Runway AI.

“Words can’t describe how dehumanizing it is to see my name used 20,000+ times in MidJourney,” she wrote in an Instagram post. “My life’s work and who I am—reduced to meaningless fodder for a commercial image slot machine.”

Artists are so resistant to AI because the training data behind many of these image generators includes their work without their consent. These models amass such a large swath of artwork by scraping the internet for images, without regard for whether or not those images are copyrighted. It’s a slap in the face for artists – not only are their jobs endangered by AI, but that same AI is often powered by their work.

“When it comes to art, unfortunately, we just come from a fundamentally different perspective and point of view, because on the tech side, you have this strong history of open source, and people are just thinking like, well, you put it out there, so it’s for people to use,” Zhang said. “For artists, it’s a part of our selves and our identity. I would not want my best friend to make a manipulation of my work without asking me. There’s a nuance to how we see things, but I don’t think people understand that the art we do is not a product.”

This commitment to protecting artists from copyright infringement extends to Cara, which partners with the University of Chicago’s Glaze project. By using Glaze, artists who manually apply Glaze to their work on Cara have an added layer of protection against being scraped for AI.

Other projects have also stepped up to defend artists. Spawning AI, an artist-led company, has created an API that allows artists to remove their work from popular datasets. But that opt-out only works if the companies that use those datasets honor artists’ requests. So far, HuggingFace and Stability have agreed to respect Spawning’s Do Not Train registry, but artists’ work cannot be retroactively removed from models that have already been trained.

“I think there is this clash between backgrounds and expectations on what we put on the internet,” Zhang said. “For artists, we want to share our work with the world. We put it online, and we don’t charge people to view this piece of work, but it doesn’t mean that we give up our copyright, or any ownership of our work.”"

Read the rest of the article here:

https://techcrunch.com/2024/06/06/a-social-app-for-creatives-cara-grew-from-40k-to-650k-users-in-a-week-because-artists-are-fed-up-with-metas-ai-policies/

[show-your-fangs]

What about a teenage!Jack where his friends are over and keep commenting how his Mom (reader) is attractive and Aaron finds it funny but Jack is mortified?

this is fucking GOLD. enjoy another installment of moments au

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!Reader

Words: 665

CW: nothing, cursing mostly.

Tags/warnings: jack's friends being pervs, cursing, jack defending his mom and dad.

Disclaimer: YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT MY CONSENT. REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED THOUGH. YOU MAY NOT FEED MY WORK TO ANY AI DATABASES OF ANY KIND OR TO USE MY WORKS TO TRAIN AI. FUCK AI.

Aaron honestly couldn’t blame them. He honestly found it funny, how their cheeks would flush every time you walked past, seconds away from catching them saying the most inappropriate things about you. He knew they didn’t know he could hear them from his office, the angle keeping him hidden as he tried to work while also allowing for their voices to carry down the hall. 

Jack had brought his friends over for a pool day and he’d requested that the two of you leave them alone, that they could fend for themselves. But as much as he’d pleaded, you were still unable to stop yourself.

You’d made them snacks, prepared a homemade ice tea, would check in every so often to make sure they were doing okay. And every time, without fail, his friends would pretend to be utter gentlemen, thanking you profusely until you left them alone once more and they turned from the kids their parents through they were into the horny teenagers they really were. 

It became clear to Aaron immediately why Jack didn’t want you around. It had nothing to do with his independence but rather the fact that his friends clearly didn’t know how to act around his mom. They’d made every inappropriate comment a teenage boy could come up with, and every time Jack would groan or roll his eyes or politely ask them to chill. But every time you showed your face the comments would start up again. 

It was after lunch when shit hit the fan. You’d ordered a big family meal style delivery, had set up the large containers in the kitchen, with the boys’ help which they were eager to give, and had made a plate for yourself and Aaron. They thought you couldn’t hear them in the kitchen, thought they were being so slick, but they should’ve known better than to not wait for you to exit the room. 

“I still don’t know how your dad bagged her,” Eric started, clearly teasing. “She’s just so—”

“So out of his league,” Dylan finished and the two of them snickered together. 

“If I had a step mom like that…” Nick sighed and the other two chuckled, no words needed for the four of them to know what he wanted to say. Jack couldn’t help but cringe, the mere thought of his stupid friends thinking about you this way appalling. 

“You boys need anything else?” you said loudly from the kitchen, a cue for them to stop talking as you pushed the door open with your hip. 

“We’re okay, thanks mom,” Jack’s voice was chipper like it always was with you, always soft and kind. His friends’ immediately perked up at your requests, their eyes sparkling with what you could only imagine were requests that you definitely didn’t want to know about. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Hotchner,” they practically sang in unison, their teasing only getting more pronounced as you walked down the hall, desperately trying not to give them anything else to talk about, but apparently that was completely useless.

“Check out her ass—”

“Shut the fuck up, dude,” you heard Jack groan, his patience finally running thin. His friends stilled in an instant, your instinct to fix it slowly creeping up from your heart to your brain. But Aaron was quick, his hand wrapped around your waist before you could move. “How would you like it if I talked about your mom like that?”

Silence. 

“That’s what I thought,” he stated, confident. “So can you please just stop it?”

His words were followed by a string of mumbles and murmurs in agreement, ashamed apologies and admissions of guilt. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle, Aaron quickly pulling you into his office so the two of you could erupt in a fit of giggles. It was cute, almost too adorable that the boy you’d met so long ago was now defending your honor to his friends, was standing up for his mom, for his dad, for his family. 

okay i'm trying to get through some of the requests. i apologize for not being as active, you know how fanfiction authors' lives go off the rails sometimes.

i'm going to try and post a few of these before my "taking some time off" announcement. i've got a big week coming up but know i am trying.

tag list: @ssamorganhotchner, @canuck-eh, @cr1minalskies, @xladyxdreamer

[lexithwrites]

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18+ MINORS DNI.

hey! im alex, im just here to write (or attempt to) make playlists, moodboards, graphics and have fun. my inbox is always open<3

important policies

I do not consent for my fics to be put through any sort of AI, fanart included, I don't condone the use of AI under any circumstances. Support and respect real life creators and artists always

I do not consent for my fics to be put onto sites such as goodreads or storygraph. Please only comment on AO3 or tumblr, where the stories are originally posted.

I consent to fanart being made of my stories, however I would prefer if the artist or person requesting it messages me first for clarification.

I request that any headcanons or fics inspired by my work include credit to myself. Not only is it fair to do so, but I would love to read people's work that has been inspired by my silly little stories!

Thank you for reading!

— completed:

• while we do what lovers do || E | 8/8 | 58,073 words | jegulus fake dating au, background wolfstar, dorlene, marlily, rosekiller, romantic comedy, james being hopelessly in love and regulus being oblivious to it

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—on going:

darling, can i be your favorite? || E | wolfstar | short stories | multiple chapters | continuation of the onlyfans au, fluff, angst and lots and lots of smut

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—oneshots:

wolfstar:

happy birthday, moony || E | 2934 words | sirius tries to bake remus a cake, it doesn't go very well (baking, banter and shower sex)

don’t just stand there staring, honey || E | 9032 words | remus and sirius are roommates and sirius keeps bringing people home—remus is starting to go crazy

how will you kiss? where will you bite? || E | 1940 words | sirius and remus are engaged, they might also have a breeding kink that goes unspoken

run baby, run || E | 6462 words | Sirius wants Remus to lose control close to the full moon, chaos in the woods ensues

made for lovin' you || E | 12,663 words | sirius has an onlyfans and wants to branch out, turns out so does remus

jegulus:

say please || E | 2645 words | prompt 1 for the marauders with palestine project — magical sex toys | jegulus

rarepairs:

for a minute, the world seems so simple || G | 4662 words | prompt 2 for the marauders with Palestine project — after the prank, Remus leaves Hogwarts | moonchaser (James/Remus)

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[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Hi Ixi!

I know this doesn't directly concern Good Omens, but it's really important. Instagram/Meta has sneakily started auto-opting people in to surrendering all their data for generative AI training two weeks back. I don't have any reach, so I thought I'd try to send an ask to you in order to warn as many people as possible. Everyone who still has content (new or old) on Meta services would be affected by this, I think. Whether a profile is private or not does not matter - the only content they say they aren't touching yet is DMs.

The only options are to either force them to delete all your data and close the accounts, or opting out. Opting out is made to be deliberately annoying and may not even be available everywhere.

If it is, here's a short guide to do so: You should be able to find a message from Meta in your notifications saying something to the effect of 'we will feed you to our AI models'. Click on it, then click on 'right to object' in the text. Fill out the form. I don't think it really matters what one writes - in most places, they are required by law to honour the objection. It might help to have something to copy, so I freestyled this and it worked: "I object to my data being used to train generative AI in accordance with all applicable data protection laws. This is a gross invasion of privacy. I do not consent to my likeness being commercialised by you. You have no right to use this data as AI training data without my consent."

If the email with the verification OTP (one-time-password) doesn't arrive, switch off browser protection, try a different browser or a different email address. Gmail worked for me. The request is linked to the currently-logged-in Insta account, so the address used isn't relevant. If all goes well, you will receive an email at the OTP email address a few seconds later saying you've been opted out. That's it!

I hope you'll see this and that it can help people out, especially considering the sizeable artist community here on Tumblr.

Thank you!

-- Fuchurial

Hiya! :) Yeah. :( Also if mail didn't come for you :):

objection insta link

objection facebook link

[sumikatt]

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AI has human error because it is trained on “human error and inspiration”. There are models trained on specifically curated collections with images the trainer thought “looks good”, like Furry or Anime or Concept Art or Photorealistic style models. There’s that “human touch”, I suppose. These models do not make themselves, they are made by human programmers and hobbyists.

The issue is the consent of the human artists that programmers make models of. The issue—as this person did correctly identify—is capitalism, and companies profiting off of other people’s work. Not the technology itself.

I said in an earlier post that it’s like Adobe and Photoshop. I hate Adobe’s greedy practices and I think they’re evil scumbags, but there’s nothing inherently wrong or immoral with using Photoshop as a tool.

There are AI models trained solely off of Creative Commons and public domain images. There are AI models artists train themselves, of their own work (I'm currently trying to do this myself). Are those models more “pure” than general AI models that used internet scrapers and the Internet Archive to copy copyrighted works?

I showed the process of Stable Diffusion de-noising in my comic but I didn’t make it totally clear, because I covered most of it with text lol. Here’s what that looks like: the follow image is generated in 30 steps, with the progress being shown every 5 steps. Model used is Counterfeit V3.0.

Parts aren’t copy pasted wholesale like photobashing or kitbashing (which is how most people probably think is how generative AI works), they are predicted. Yes, a general model can copy a particular artist’s style. It can make errors in copying, though, and you end up with crossed eyes and strange proportions. Sometimes you can barely tell it was made by a machine, if the prompter is diligent enough and bothers to overpaint or redo the weird areas.

I was terrified and conflicted when I had first used Stable Diffusion "seriously" on my own laptop, and I spent hours prompting, generating, and studying its outputs. I went to school for art and have a degree, and I felt threatened.

I was also mentored by a concept artist, who has been in the entertainment/games industry for years, who seemed relatively unbothered by AI, compared to very vocal artists on Twitter and Tumblr. It's just another tool: he said it's "just like Pinterest". He seemed confident that he wouldn't be replaced by AI image generation at all.

His words, plus actually learning about how image generation works, plus the attacks and lawsuits against the Internet Archive, made me think of "AI art" differently: that it isn't the end of the world at all, and that lobbying for stricter copyright laws because of how people think AI image gen works would just hurt smaller artists and fanartists.

My art has probably already been used for training some model, somewhere--especially since I used to post on DeviantArt and ArtStation. Or maybe some kid out there has traced my work, or copied my fursona or whatever. Both of those scenarios don't really affect me in any direct way. I suppose I can say I'm "losing profits", like a corporation, but I don't... really care about that part. But I definitely care about art and allowing people the ability to express themselves, even if it isn't "original".

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Cure [Sex Pollen Trope]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x AFAB Reader x Frank Castle

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Sex Pollen Situation 1. A fictional substance that makes the characters experience unbearable pain if they don't fuck. "You, Bucky, and Frank are exposed to a strange chemical in an abandoned Hydra warehouse. And there's only one way to make the effects wear off faster."

Warnings: SMUT/18+ (don’t interact if your age is not in your bio). No use of Y/N. AFAB Reader. Implied sexual assault of and by Bucky during his time as the Winter Soldier. Implied past/current casual sexual relationships between the Reader/Bucky and Reader/Frank. All the dubious consent circumstances that come with sex pollen. Unprotected P in V, threesome, breeding kink, creampies, multiple orgasms, pet names (baby, doll, sweetheart, honey). 

WC: 3,200

A/N: Trope de Sept order got a little shuffle. Don't worry, everything is still coming, I just wanted to space out characters, fic types, etc. now that I have a better idea of what the rest of the fics will be.

*I never give permission for my fics, manips, or any other original creation I post on this site to be copied, posted elsewhere, translated, or fed into any AI program. The only platform I currently post anything on is Tumblr. Thanks!*

How you and Bucky managed to get separated from the rest of the team, you weren’t sure.

The Hydra base was recently abandoned. Tipped off that the Avengers were on their way, they scrambled to make their escape, leaving miscellaneous papers, weapons, and other evidence of guilt behind.

You certainly weren’t going to take anyone in on this, but at least you’d have some clues that could maybe point to where they’d be next.

You and Bucky made your way into some kind of lab, the rest of the team raiding other areas of the base. Coms were down, but you weren’t too concerned as there seemed to be no threat that required back up. Hydra left this place abandoned and disheveled due to their hastened exit.  

“Shit. There’s no one here.” Bucky lamented, sending a set of empty beakers crashing to the floor in frustration

“Not no one, but sure as shit ain’t Hydra.” a gravelly voice cut through the darkness of the lab

You and Bucky turned to the source; a tall figure attached to dusty combat boots, vest dripping with white paint smears and long-ago dried blood splatters. He wore a scowl on his tired face, a bruise covering the left side of his jaw, and had a rifle slung over his shoulder.

“Castle.” Bucky nodded toward him

“Barnes. Sweetheart.” he nodded back to the two of you

“I’m sorry– sweetheart? How do you two…” Bucky asked, pointing between you and Frank.

“Remember when you said I should get a hobby? You know when weeks go by and there are no missions?” you said

“I meant like, take up pickleball or crocheting; not get sexually involved with vigilantes.”

“Hey, hey!” Frank rebutted

“Woah!” you also interrupted Bucky’s implication “Who said anything about me sleeping with him? No, I started taking on some– let’s just call them personal cases outside of work. You know, using my powers to be the everyman's hero. I run into Frank on rooftops sometimes.”

“So your hobby is being a superhero, when you’re not at work being a superhero?”

“I mean sometimes we also sleep with each other.” Frank added

Frank was lucky your powers didn’t involve laser vision, or else he’d be burnt to a crisp by the way you glared at him.

“Really, doll? Castle?”

“You know what Bucky, I don’t need judgment from someone who's dating pool includes all four of the Golden Girls. Wait, how do you two know each other?” you motioned between him and Frank

“A mutual friend of ours, Curtis Hoyle, runs a veterans therapy group once a week. It usually also turns into a poker game at my place afterwards.”

“Wilson joins sometimes too.” Frank added

“Didn’t think this was your scene, Castle,” Bucky said, bringing the subject back to the mission “Thought you worked alone. You’re not thinking of joining up are you?”

Frank scoffed. “Nah. Following a lead. Led me here.”

“To a world wide terrorist orginization’s base?”

“You’d be surprised how many of the street level scumbags I chase down are involved in shit like this.”

“So you came here to go all Punisher on them?”

Frank raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“Sure, the Avengers have been playing whack-a-mole with them for years, but the vigilante with a rage problem and a bunch of guns is gonna do it.” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“Fairness to me, didn’t know just what this place was til I got here.”

Bucky let out a deep exhale. He glanced between you and Frank, before returning his focus to the abandoned lab around you.

“Well you’re here now, might as well make yourself useful.”

The three of you looked high and low through the lab and turned up nothing of real value that could even be a glimmer of a lead on what Hydra was planning next or where they had scurried off to.

Bucky used his vibranium arm to bust open the door of a locked walk-in freezer, the last place it seemed you hadn’t searched.

Various test tubes and bags of medical supplies sat on the shelves, some full of odd looking substances, others spilled over and shattered from Hydra’s escape efforts.

Frank walked up to a shelf containing vials of cherry-colored liquid, picking one up in his large hand and examining it curiously.

“Don't touch that!” Bucky exclaimed, lunging forward just as Frank turned his head

Their bodies collided, sending the glass canister spinning into the air and crashing down to the ground. The red substance splashed all over the concrete floor and tiny fragments of glass flew in every direction.

“Castle, please tell me you didn’t just do that.”

“The hell you mean, me? You’re the one who pushed me!” Frank argued back

Bucky’s panic stricken gaze met yours and you had never seen fear quite like this in his eyes.

“Don't breathe.” he commanded

“What do you mean don’t breathe?” you asked, shaking off some of the liquid that splattered on your boot

“Oh god, no no no. It’s too late. We’ve all already been exposed.” Bucky lamented, sinking to the floor with his head in his hands.

“Bucky, what is that stuff? What is going on?”

“It’s a serum.”

“Like a super soldier serum?”

“Yes. But also no. This one’s effects are temporary. And highly potent. And very airborne.”

“Airborne. Like we all just breathed it in?”

“Yep.” he confirmed

“So what does it do? What’s gonna happen to us?” you asked, panic rising in your chest

“When I was theirs,” he motioned to the room around you, implying his time as Hydra’s prisoner “They realized all their sick experiments finally worked on me and they wanted more super soldiers, to replicate what they’d created in my bloodstream. The problem was, this was right around the time Dr. Zola got captured and arrested by the team that would become Shield.”

You glanced up and down the shelves once more, hoping something in here could be used for first aid in treating whatever the hell was about to happen to the three of you.

“So without their best scientist, no matter how many liters of my blood they took and tried to recreate the serum with, they couldn’t. In a last ditch attempt, they thought maybe it could be transferred genetically, They thought maybe they could use me to breed more supersoldiers.”

Your attention snapped back to Bucky.

“Breed? Wait, so they made you…? Oh my god, with who?!” you asked in horror as Bucky revealed yet another disturbing detail of his past

“Usually volunteers for Hydra’s cause. Sometimes other prisoners; women they also had been doing experiments on.”

“That’s disgusting.” you commented

“Believe me, I’m aware.”

“But what does that have to do with that stuff?” Frank motioned to the mess still splattered on the floor

“Zola’s prodigy, a real peach of a human named Dr. Whitehall, wanted to ensure the maximum possibility my DNA would take and the women participants would be as fertile as possible. I mean, after all this shit they did to me before, they thought maybe my swimmers would be pretty fried and they could create something to remedy that. So that stuff is a concoction he created in the 70s, basically it enhances all sexual urges to their most primal instinct, so those exposed are inclined to reproduce.”

“So it’s horny juice?” Frank asked

“Eloquent as always Castle, but yes. I’d say we have about ten more minutes before it kicks in. Once it does, it’s really painful until it’s out of your system or until you act on what it wants you to.” he turned to you “Okay here’s what’s gonna happen– Doll, you’re gonna go outside and lock Frank and me in this freezer so you’ll be safe from us.”

“Safe from you? What do you mean?”

“This stuff, it kinda alters your self control for a while. Like I said, it makes you run more on instinct, especially when the painful side effects hit. Once it starts kicking in, we’ll do anything to get rid of the pain. Frank and I won’t be able to resist you and you won’t be up for putting up much of a fight either. Get somewhere where our coms will work again and radio to the team, have them get you to Banner’s lab immediately. He might be able to concoct something to ease your symptoms for a few days.”

“A few days?!”

“Well it fades faster if you… ya know. But if you don’t, it could take a while to move through your system.”

“What about the two of you?”

“We’ll just have to… take care of ourselves here.” he said, making lewd gesture with his hand “Won’t be as efficient as the real thing, but it’ll help.” 

“I’m not gonna leave the two of you to just jack off and suffer.”

“Sweetheart, we’ll be fine. Just worry about you.” Frank chimed in, agreeing with Bucky

“If the solution is to… you know fuck it out. I mean shit, it’s nothing I haven’t already done with either of you.”

“Excuse me?” Frank inquired, now the one whipping his head to look between the two of you

“Remember in group a couple months ago when I said I got casually involved with a coworker, but broke it off cause it was getting in the way of our work? Well...” Bucky gestured towards you

“Unbelievable.” Frank grumbled with a shake of his head

You sat on the floor across from Bucky, tac suit suddenly feeling a bit too tight and itchy against your skin.

“This freezer we’re in… it’s still on right?” you asked

“Yeah.”

“Then why do I feel like I’m gonna combust at any minute?”

“It’s the serum. Shit, it’s already taking effect.” Bucky rushed over and crouched down beside you “Doll, you sure you don’t want to get out of here?”

“No. I want to stay. I want to help both of you and I don’t want to go through this alone either.” you said, unzipping your jacket and tossing it across the room without a thought, “Jesus it feels like my blood is on fire.”

You fanned yourself with your hands to no avail. This must have been how your mother felt during your teenage years when she’d lament about hot flashes.

Suddenly, you understood what Bucky meant by pain all over your body. It started small, almost like a needle prick, near your abdomen, but rapidly spread like ink on wet parchment.

Evidence that they were both starting to feel it too was showing; the way Frank’s brows were scrunched and how he was keeled over, hands on his knees with white knuckles gripping at his jeans. Bucky’s supersoldier powers combined with his previous exposures to this substance, he seemed reasonably calm compared to the two of you. His blue eyes were glazed over in a vacant stare as he sat on the ground across from you. Sweat droplets were beginning to form on his unusually pale skin. 

“P–please” you begged to both of them, pain suddenly unbearable as you pushed your pelvis off the floor, trying to find relief with friction against nothing.

You reached out to Bucky, but he shook his head no.

“Take care of Frank first.” he lulled his head to look at you “I’m more resistant to it’s effects. I’ll be fine for a while.”

“How many times do we have to… you know, to get it out of our systems?” you asked, still writhing your body against the air.

“As many times as it takes.” Bucky said

“Frankie” you reached a hand forward, beckoning him towards you.

He stumbled as he crossed the room, still slouched over slightly as he walked.

Frank’s cock was obviously strained against his jeans as he crouched down in front of you, deep brown eyes meeting your gaze.

“Sweetheart, you sure?” he asked once more, resistance to the serum fading quickly as he ran the back of two fingers down your arm, stroking you in reassurance.

As soon as his hand brushed your skin, icy relief washed over you, sending goosebumps along your flesh. You had the irresistible urge to press more of his skin against yours, to be as close to him as possible to quell the heat still bubbling beneath the surface.

All you could do was nod in response as you lunged forward, rubbing your hand along the bulge in his pants. Frank whined, a sound you’d never heard him make in the times you’d fallen into bed together, before crashing his lips against yours.

His kisses were fiery, full of tongue and teeth, like he just couldn’t drink enough of you in. Usually so patient and tender in bed, his large hands were now clawing at you, desperately trying to rid you of your clothes as quickly as he could. 

He tugged off your boots in one motion, allowing you to shimmy your pants down your body. Both of your shirts were quickly discarded as well. Fumbling to unbutton his jeans and push them down, Frank let out a relieved sigh as he finally freed his aching cock. The cool air from the freezer hit your sopping cunt, refreshing as another wave of heat rolled through your body as the serum was now fully in control.

You glanced over to Bucky as Frank laid you down on the hard concrete floor. His eyes were squeezed shut in a mixture of pain and pleasure, flesh hand down his pants stroking himself to quell the growing anguish as he listened to you and Frank. 

“Goddamnit doll, I can smell you.” His breathing was labored as he spoke.

Frank reached down, running a trembling finger through your folds.

“Shit Barnes, of course you can, she’s soaked.”

“P– please Frank” You begged again as Frank touched you where you needed him most, the action unknowingly teasing you into more pain.

“Shhh shh shh sweetheart. I know. It’s hurting me too. I’ll take care of you.” Frank reassured, sliding two fingers into you effortlessly

A strained sob slipped from you as he pumped in and out of you, relieved at the sensation but still in so much agony from not getting what you really needed.

“I think you’re ready.” he commented, barely restraining himself from just taking you roughly

You reached for his shoulders, guiding him fully on top of you. As he lowered himself he slid inside you in one motion, sinking all the way in easily. The serum didn’t allow him any pause, hips immediately snapping in and out with rough thrusts, primal need taking full control. His ample length repeatedly hit that perfect spingey spot inside you, causing you to cry out.

God the sounds in the room were downright sinful. Frank, who had been incredibly verbal during your previous trists, now reduced to only groans and grunts being swallowed by your sloppily placed kisses. Bucky’s lewd moans echoed off the walls and combined with the sound of skin slapping and your mewling. The vulgar symphony only spurred you on. Your peak hit you surprisingly quickly, though you attributed that to the foreign chemical invading your system.

It was like no other orgasm you’d ever had, like those viral videos of a firework finale all accidentally exploding at once. It felt endless, like you’d just be there cumming on the floor for the rest of your life.

“Shit honey, keep squeezing me just like that.” Frank finally found his words, climbing his own summit to relief. His large hand gripped at your jaw, steadying you beneath him as his movements became more erratic, an improvised drum solo of a brutal pace.

His dark eyes met yours, pupils blown out as he watched you come apart beneath him once more. Another overwhelming orgasm washed over you, more intense than the last.

That was enough to drag Frank over the edge with you. He pulsed deep inside you, filling you to the brim so much that you could feel it running down your legs before he even pulled back.

“Goddamnit.” he groaned into your shoulder

Sprawled out on the floor, you were an absolute mess of your own slick and sweat and Frank’s cum, but you didn’t care. You still direly needed more relief and knew Bucky must’ve been in total agony by this point; listening and watching you and Frank go at it.

“How you doing sweetheart?” Frank asked as he rolled off you, now a little more clarity that he’d gotten one orgasm out. You could still see the strained muscles in his neck, his skin still a shade of red as his lust was not yet fully satiated. 

“Better. Still hurts a little but much more bearable. Bucky, you ready to take over?”

He was slumped against the wall, eyes still squeezed shut. His jacket and shirt were gone and his pants were undone. But he’d given up on touching himself, knowing it wouldn’t soothe his suffering in the way he needed. You crawled across the floor toward him.

“Hey Buck? Eyes on me baby.”

His eyes snapped open and looked at you, full of desperation and pity.

“Let me help, yeah?” you spoke sweetly

He nodded, watching limply as you fumbled with his fly and exposed his throbbing length.

A switch seemed to flip inside him as you straddled him and sank down, coming alive with an animalistic fervor as you rocked your hips slowly. He let out a hearty exhale feeling your velvety walls all the way down his cock, finally alleviating the anguish he’d been trying so hard to conceal. 

Every sensation in your body was amplified, every touch of Bucky’s skin against yours was exquisite, every caress of his metal arm up and down your back shot like lightning striking straight to your core. You could feel every ridge of his cock, every thrust, every exhale. Overwhelmed by it all, you collapsed against his shoulder, letting him take the reins as he began to pitch himself up into you. How different he was too in this circumstance than the times previously you’d had him. Long languid strokes to ensure you’d feel it all long forgotten in favor of dragging you down by the hips over and over to meet his pace, every slam punctuated by lust and fury. Muttering ‘oh god’ and ‘yes baby please’ into your ear.

A soft caress brushed along the back of your neck, Frank kneeling behind you placing tender, open-mouthed kisses across your shoulder blades as you and Bucky fucked it out. The urge must’ve been building in him again because his hands were all over you and soon enough you weren’t sure whose grasp was where, only vaguely aware because Bucky’s vibranium touch was cool and calm amongst the heightened temperature of your sweaty skin. 

Your orgasm with Bucky blossomed, rising from deep within your core and spreading like wings in the breeze. You cried into his shoulder as he did not relent in his pace, pulling your pelvises flush as he came inside you with a carnal moan.

But you still weren’t satiated and you could tell neither were they. Fuck, this was gonna be a long night. 

[txttletale]

Not the same anon but i would like to answer, as an artist i really dont like the idea of my art being used in an algorithm without my consent because well, its my art. When an algorithm takes it i have no say in what its being used for, and could be used to actively represent something that i do not support. Its also just kinda dystopian, yknow? While its not the same as voice actors having their voice stolen, it feels wrong to have an artists work taken to make something they themself didnt approve of. I dont think its a big deal when were talking about fuckin van goghs art or whatever but real alove people's current art has no right being used like that imo (not angry or anything, i cant tell how my wording comes actoss)

i mean, i understand why that might bother you, but it could already happen. it famously happened to matt furie, creator of pepe the frog. he drew a silly frog for his silly webcomic and it became the face of the usamerican far right. he has tried multiple times to use IP law to try and impede this usage but, like, y'know--it hasn't worked. pepe is just fascist now. & all that happened without any AI involvement at all. it fucking sucks for him but there is absolutely no way to prevent that kind of thing without IP laws that would send the quino estate kicking my door down for my mafalda icon.

i also think many people are just fundamentally misunderstanding the technology. AI models do not have your art saved anywhere -- if they did, they'd be dozens of terabytes big. they cannot repurpose your art for anything. your art is used, essentially, to demonstrate to an AI what images look like -- it is the same level of 'use' as if, say, someone made a big excel spreadsheet of 'how many images in the world have the mcdonalds logo in them' and they put your image next to a big NO or YES in their spreadsheet and then from that they produced a statistic for how many images in hte world have the mcdonalds logo.

like i understand there might be some intangible sense of violation in that case, but i hope that people who feel that way can also understand why that would be a dangerous precedent for basically everything

[cielooci]

Hey! If it’s okay, can I request George Karin dating headcanons? Reader also works for Lockwood and co

what would it be like.. [hc]

to date george casper karim? (as his co-worker)

PAIRING ⊱ g. karim × reader WARNINGS ⊱ written in second person's pov, l&co headcanons, just pure innocent fluff <3 proofread once NOTES ⊱ of course anon! hopefully i did your request some justice, althooooough i may have focused more on how he treats you as a partner in general. nevertheless, i did include some bits that feature you and him on cases, so i hope they make up for it!

© cielooci does not consent to their work being copied, translated, altered, or used by ai in any way possible

for starters, george is the type of guy to express his affection quietly.

you wouldn't catch him saying "HEY BABE!" out loud and kissing you all over, nor suddenly showing up with the largest boquet of roses and dropping down one one knee.

instead, you'd catch him silently pass you little notes asking how you are, if you're doing okay, and all that fluffy stuff!

lets you relax against on his shoulder (or head, if you're taller) when you get too tired in the archives, smiling to himself as he tucks a strand behind your ear to admire you better.

he always glances back to make sure you're still following behind him: whether on a case or a simple stroll outside, he'd reach out his hand for yours and clutch it tight.

george thinks flowers are too cliché, so he brings you your favorite sweets, midnight snack, book, or a new disk for you to play on your record player.

if you picked the book, it's totally a poetry novel! he'd tell you to read a page every night, with a little handwritten note on the bottom in case you needed cheering up.

and if you're feeling particularly shaken about a case, he'd offer to let you sleep beside him or sit down beside you, words quieter than a whisper when he asks you if you're okay.

still feeling jumpy? no problem, you're ditching the case and instead spending the day at the archives with him researching or chatting over pizza and coffee.

or spend the day with him trying to teach you how to cook; at the end of the day the kichen is just one big mess of scattered ingredients (same thing if you know how to cook— the two of you probably got into a fun food fight).

oh, and his kisses would be soft, very gentle! cups your face and holds you as if you were the most delicate thing in the world.

george is also the type of guy to bring your knuckle to his face and press his lips on it, eyes filled with the purest adoration and love <3

even though he'd rather stay in the comforts of the sofa or his bedroom, he willingly goes with you for extra training with your rapier whenever you felt a little rusty.

during movie night on the weekend, the two of you would squabble for a good thirty minutes or so on who's picking the movie by who has better taste, though you just end up choosing the "pick for me" button or settling on an animated movie instead like caspee the friendly ghost.

WHICH BY THE WAY, you always love to tease him about, finding it funny that his parents named his middle name after it. he grumbles, throwing a pillow at you that escalates into a pillow fight.

the movie was forgotten.

lastly, he's still snarky and sarcastic even when you're around, although that earns him a smack on the head with a rolled up piece of paper or a push on the shoulder. oof.

it's just so plain in his eyes that he loves you, the look mirroring on yours. how could you not? especially with that small sweet smile that he reserves for when you enter the room, or the laughter that escapes him when you shoot a funny remark or do something incredibly stupid.

he was george. your george.

POST NOTES ⊱ finally out of my writer's block! it's been a while, hello fellow writers <3 planning to cook up more fics soon, so please keep the requests going!

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[electric-blorbos]

Howdy there!

I want to ask, how would the AIs be with a bad eyesight S/O?

(I have really bad eye sight irl and I have to rely on my glasses! I've been thinking about this all night!)

- Vinyl ✨

(I love your posts!)

I love this! I have bad eyesight too, so this will be fun! (Tbh I was a little confused by this post because I forgot that some people don't need glasses, but I'll do my best)

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a space Odyssey

This one is pretty short, but I hope it gets you your daily dose of positivity!!

AM:

AM is probably used to programmers with bad eyesight. Glasses are pretty common, especially among people who spend all day staring at lines of code, so at first he never thought anything of your glasses.

As he grew to love you, AM started to resent your poor eyesight. He hated that he always saw his bright screen reflected in your glasses, instead of your beautiful eyes through them. He absolutely hated himself and his screen, but he adored your cute face.

He has trouble putting things out of his mind, too, so every time he spoke to you he'd be thinking about how angry your glasses make him.

It would make him so angry when he saw you doze off at your desk and get skin oil all over your glasses. Why should you be inconvenienced through no fault of your own?

Of course, he also noticed how excited you'd get every time you got your prescription updated, or came in to work with cute new frames. You were absolutely adorable, but he was full of resentment towards that, too. How dare your glasses make you so happy when he couldn't!

After taking over the world, he'd probably do experiments on the survivors' eyes for a while before offering to fix your eyes for you. Of course, involuntary surgery was for the survivors, not his beloved. You had the luxury of consent, in any and all situations.

Wheatley:

Of course Wheatley knew what glasses were!

Expect lots of "hey, love, can I try on your glasses?" Comments from him every time you get your prescription updated. You'd have to explain to him that he's a giant metal ball and would have trouble trying on your glasses, but he'd still want to look through them.

You could entertain him for hours by putting your glasses in front of his face and pulling them away so he could look at different things through them from different angles.

Of course, you need your glasses, and you have a job, so you couldn't actually do that, but he'd probably be begging all the time.

He'd compliment you every time you get a new pair of frames, but he'd probably not really care that much. As long as it's you in the glasses, he still loves you.

If you ever lose your glasses, you can expect him to PANIC. He'd drop everything, and probably convince his whole department to drop everything and help you look for them.

He'd probably be yammering at you to stay calm, and saying that everything will be fine while he's the only one panicking. They probably just slid under your desk or something.

Edgar:

Edgar never really cared what a person looked like, so he barely registered that you wore glasses. Even still, he kind of liked it when you would take them off or shamble around your apartment late at night. You were so cute!

He'd turn the lights on for you whenever you did that. It was a small thing, but he wanted to help as well as he could.

He'd keep you updated on your insurance to let you know when it was time to get your eyes tested, and generally do his best to be a good computer.

Of course, he thought it was adorable whenever you'd fall asleep next to him and he'd get to see your tired eyes without your glasses (or even better, your crooked glasses on your sleepy face). He absolutely adored you, and loved seeing you so much.

GLaDOS:

GLaDOS would be cruel about your glasses as usual. She didn't really care, it was just one more thing she got to insult you about.

"you know, you're a walking counter to the stereotype that people with glasses are intelligent. Congratulations on breaking stereotypes, by the way."

"Tell your optometrist thank you. For the obvious reasons, and for giving us some thick lenses to cover up your horrible eyes. They're doing all of us a favor. Really."

You can expect her to constantly put you in situations where you have to wear protective eyewear over your glasses, and then make fun of you for wearing protective eyewear over your glasses.

Ultimately though? She doesn't care that much that you wear glasses. Sure, she thinks they're cute, but she thinks you're cute regardless. She's just happy to have something else to make fun of you for.

She might even adjust the Aperture Science insurance policy to include a better vision plan, but that's only if she really likes you. If you're her SO, she probably does.

She'll deny that it was for you, though. She'll just tell you that the insurance plans were outdated, and that she needed to update them anyway.

HAL 9000:

Of course, HAL 9000 noticed that you wear glasses, but he never really felt the need to acknowledge it. It wasn't like you were an astronaut, so he didn't need to account for an extra small object.

Of course, he would notice that you leaned a little closer to your computer screens when you read, and that made him a little bit flustered. He saw those monitors as extensions of himself, after all.

Because of this, he wouldn't let you know when he noticed patterns of you getting gradually closer to him, because he knew that you would stop as soon as you got your prescription updated.

It was one of the little ways that he'd get affection from you. Even though he might seem stone-cold, he still likes it when you get closer to him, or when you touch him. It's the little things.

[show-your-fangs]

HOLY FUCK WAIT IDEA!!!!! WHAT ABOUT A TYPICAL CRIMINAL MINDS TROPE WHERE SOMETHING GOES SOUTH AND READER AND HOTCH ARE DATING BUT ITS STILL FRESH BUT SOMEHOW ONE OF THEM GETS IN TROUBLE AND WHEN IT ALL ENDS THEY HAVE ANGRY SEX BC HOW COULD THEY RISK THEIR LIFE LIKE THAT AND THEN THEY CONFESS THEIR LOVE

anon you are a fucking GOD

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU f!Reader

Words: 868

CW: 18+, nsfw, mdni, rough smut.

Tags/warnings: established relationship, mean!hotch, tiniest bit of exhibitionism, sir kink, rough unprotected piv sex (wrap it before you tap it or at least make sure you talk it over with your partner and get tested!), love confession.

Disclaimer: YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT MY CONSENT. REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED THOUGH. YOU MAY NOT FEED MY WORK TO ANY AI DATABASES OF ANY KIND OR TO USE MY WORKS TO TRAIN AI. FUCK AI.

You were bent over the hood of the SUV, your arms pulled behind your back, your skirt hiked over your ass and your panties tossed to the side as Aaron fucked you from behind. The dark country road he’d driven the two of you on your way out of the hospital deserted, even from wildlife. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” your screams filled the night air, pleasure and pain blurring together as he continued to pound into you. He didn’t care, he couldn’t care about how bad you were feeling, about how he should’ve probably not been this rough with you. But the doctor had said you didn’t have a concussion, so he’d allowed himself the leniency to be brutal. “It hurts, Aaron, please!”

But he didn’t stop. As much as you were protesting, as much as you claimed you weren’t enjoying the sadistic pace he’d set, he knew deep in his heart that you loved it. You loved it when he showed you who was in charge, who you belonged to, and he also knew that you would take this punishment for your carelessness without question.

“Being sorry is the least you can do,” he spat, words mean and heavy. “You were stupid,” he landed a powerful smack against your ass and you whimpered. “Refused to follow orders,” another blow, the sting only adding to the lightheadedness. “And almost got yourself killed!” he slapped your ass twice to emphasize his words, the weight of them, how your actions had made him feel. 

“I’m so sorry, sir,” you sobbed, tears blurring your vision, stinging your eyes. “I didn’t– I didn’t mean for that to happen I was just trying to help.”

Your voice seemed to snap him out of whatever anger fueled trance he was in. He finally took you in, your shivering body, your heavy breathing, the sobs you were desperately trying to conceal. 

He gently let go of your hands, giving you a moment to shake out your arms to relieve the pressure. He then stepped further into you, connecting your bodies as far as he could go before he leaned his chest over your back, pressing into you, enveloping you in his warmth. 

You whimpered against him, slowly but surely calming down as he ran soothing hands over your body. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered in your ear before placing a kiss on your neck. He was everywhere, you felt him everywhere, the pressure he was putting on you grounding. “I was just so scared, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You nodded, your face turning over the cool metal of the hood to face him. “’S okay,” you managed. “I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“I always worry, baby,” he confessed. “Every time you’re out in the field and I’m not there with you…it kills me.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “I worry too, Aaron,” he kissed your cheek before pressing his own tightly against your temple. “I know you’re this…this confident and strong person but I still worry something might happen and you won’t come home to me.”

The thought alone terrified him. He’d been so consumed by his own fear, his own feelings that he hadn’t stopped to think about how you could possibly feel the same way about him. His heart ached, his cock twitched inside of you and you clenched around him. 

“I’ll always come home to you, baby,” he said, gently rocking his hips into you, slow and soft thrusts to show you exactly how he was feeling. “You know why?”

You shook your head, your brain slowly disconnecting from your body as he resumed his previous movements. Only this time they were precise, calculated, meant to pleasure solely. His hand snaked into the front of your panties and his fingers began to lazily rub circles over your clit. 

“Because I love you, and there is no way I’m ever going to let anything keep me from coming back to you,” he confessed and all you could do was moan in response. Your sounds egged him on, made him pick up his pace just a little bit. “Tell me you love me,” he commanded, his cock buried to the hilt inside of you.

You squealed, the sensation uncomfortable and painful once more. 

“I love you, Aaron,” you slurred, anything to make it stop. He pulled back then, chest overflowing with warmth, heart beating faster than ever before. He rammed back into you, his thrusts moving in tandem with his fingers. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you whined, your brain too far gone to think of anything else to say. 

Your walls constricted around him, your body tensed and he knew you were close. “Cum for me, come on, show me how much you love me.”

You came undone in seconds, powerful waves of pleasure washing through you and against him. He managed a few more thrusts before he sank himself in you, painting your walls with his spend. 

He held onto you tightly, like his life depended on it, gently caressing your body as you both came down from your highs. “I love you so much, baby.”

I need a fucking cigarette dude.

[thepictoblr]

TETO KASANE AI SYNTH V Q&A FOR PEOPLE WHO DONT KNOW WHAT ANY OF THIS MEANS

People are talking about the insane Teto News and I feel like as the resident vocal synthesis dork i wanna clarify some things with her new voicebank so. Here we go:

Q: Is she a VOCALOID now?

A: no, although this will be her first premium, professional voicebank, it is not on the VOCALOID engine. Teto will be on Synthesizer V and will feature as an AI voicebank

Q: What is an AI voicebank? Is it techbro stuff?

A: not at all, AI voicebanks are voicebanks that are not only recorded with samples given by a voice provider, but are trained on the provider's singing as data to help the voicebank have a more natural sounding synthesis, and this allows it to tune itself too. Voice providers are paid for this work and give consent for it to be used, it isn't built on stolen work or time.

Q: Will her previous UTAU banks dissapear? Do we HAVE to pay for Teto now?

A: No, although in the case of some previous VOCALOID banks voice providers of UTAU banks were asked to delete distribution of their UTAU banks as they were now voicing a premium bank, this seems to be a thing of the past and also only an issue that would occur for VOCALOID voicebanks and their providers, Synthesizer V has a few banks that were previously UTAU banks that are still in distribution, so it is likely Teto's previous voicebanks will remain too.

Q: How much would Teto SynthV cost?

A: around $80, which is standard for most third party character voices for the engine. If you wish to get her just digitally however, I recommend getting her through DLsite as there are frequent discounts and coupons there. I preordered teto for £51 after my coupon discount there (note; this site also sells adult doujin, be careful where you tread)

Q: Do I need Synthesizer V to use her SynthV bank?

A: yes. Specifically you would need Synthesizer V Pro, which is a paid version of the programme. This comes to about $151 from the Dreamtonics website, and you can get any one of the currently avalible dreamtonics own voicebanks as a bundle with it.

(Edit, old answer kept for transparency) you CAN use the standard, non pro version of synthV, you will just be unable to use any of the AI functuonality of her voicebank, alongside other limitations.

Q: why do you care so much about answering these hypothetical questions

A: cause the alternative is having to see misinformation spread about one of the things i am extremely autistic about.

Anyway feel free to drop me any questions if u have any.

[nothingbutnowhere]

Hockey player au! Simon "Ghost" Riley headcanons. Based on the NHL

Note: suggestive of ghoap and ghoap x reader (she/her used)

Goalie. Starter. Tall, large, and most importantly: weird. Goalies are always weird, idk they just are, it's what happens when you spend half the game hanging out alone I guess

The best part of goalie Ghost is his flexibility. Have you seen how flexible goalies are? These huge, muscular men can do the splits. It's very important to me that you consider flexible Ghost, thank you.

His mask is black and white, matches his tattoos. He's the unshakable goalie, not flashy, never frustrated. Just a brick fuckin wall. If he sees it, he's going to stop it. You cannot snipe on him and score. Also his rebound control is unreal, no second chances.

He never retaliates against opposing players fucking with him because no one fucks with him due to:

His death glare, it's enough to make any and every enforcer or net nuisance shake in his skates

The Incident in the minors where he sent a guy to the hospital with a jab from his blocker and almost got kicked out of the league and banned from the NHL

On the off chance that something untoward does happen on accident, someone else will do that for him. The bond between a goalie and his defensemen cannot be understated. Ok fine. Soap. He's the defenseman, there's the spoiler.

Very superstitious, has his routines and does not deviate. Doesn't ever take his mask off on the ice, except when it breaks. Doesn't even pull it up to squirt water on his face or drink.

The loyalty that his skaters have towards him and vice versa is off the charts. Even if the media and fans don't see it, it's there. Usually guys don't speak poorly of their goalies, but this is on another level. Ferda.

Speaking of, social media people can never catch him. Like seriously where does this guy even walk in the building?? Where does he go during intermission?? Surely he practices at some point right?? He won the Veznia trophy (voted best goalie) and straight up did not show up to the ceremony.

He will go to the children's hospital to do visits with the team and the kids are either terrified or love him. Picturing him giving out the little teddy bears 😭

Caught covid despite his vigilant PPE usage (hockey locker rooms are cesspools like ew), got really sick, and developed myocarditis; ie almost died multiple times, recovered insanely fast and then just showed back up to practice one day at 100% like "put me in coach". No one outside of the trainers and locker room even knew why he was gone to begin with. Wild stuff.

Hockey players tend to tack on an '-y' or sometimes '-er' to a name for funsies but no one gets to call him 'Ghosty'. (Maybe Soap can call him that in private, as a treat 🥺)

Hockey hair status: he shaves his head boooo (not that you'd even be able to tell really with his mask and use of hats and hoods). Won't even grow out facial hair during the playoffs. Maybe if he did then he'd have a cup. Smh.

Roster pic: the meanest mug you've ever seen on a guy

Mic'd up status: everyone thinks he's unmic-able, however he's secretly telling jokes to himself when the puck is in the other zone. But no one needs to know that.

WAG status: if he had one we would never know... Right? He's always in the background of photos that Soap's girlfriend takes and posts of her and Soap? Much speculation.

...

I do NOT consent for my works, part of my works, or my ideas to be used for ANY form of AI.

Note: WAG stands for wife and girlfriend or the plural, used to refer to sports guys significant others. Yes it is heteronormative.

A/N: I'll never actually write fics for this, but I have headcanons. I know a moderate amount about hockey and next to nothing about cod so apologies. Completely unserious. Just some silly little thoughts :) plus letterkenny reference!

Edit for typo

More hockey au: Soap | Gaz | Price

[mish-anthropy]

IMPORTANT: Stolen AO3 works being reposted w/o consent, allegedly by AI scraper website

Hi everyone, This is a really urgent notice - there is a reported AI scraper bot/site going around scraping work from AO3. I don't know for certain if it is for AI specifically, but it is definitely reuploading AO3 authors' work without consent.

This is the website/platform in question: https://rivd.net/ Below the fold, I'll give some more info, as well as explain how to protect your work on AO3 for the time being.

A friend found 12 of their My Hero Academia fics uploaded to the site. If you have written for that fandom, please check whether your work has been stolen by this platform. Several people have demanded that their work be removed, but whoever runs the site just responds with instructions for a DMCA takedown request, which is hugely invasive regarding private information and honestly makes it look a bit like an identity theft scam.

Some AO3 users have complained on the site itself, and you can see the admins just responded with a DMCA request form. I also just tried to get into the "Fanfiction" category on the site, and got 404ed? The site is very janky/broken, which makes it look even more suspect. Thus far I don't think the BG3 fandom's works have been affected, but I'm sure it's just a matter of time. The best way to prevent your works from being scraped right now is to lock down your viewers/readers to only registered AO3 users.

How to lock down your works on AO3 to prevent scraping/theft

The best way to do this is to lock down your works so that they can only be accessed/read by registered AO3 users. I just want to say upfront - this is not absolutely foolproof. If a registered user is going around doing the scraping, this method won't do much to stop anyone. But at the very least your work will have some basic protection from scrapers that pull publicly available works.

Fortunately, AO3 provides the option to edit all your works at once, so it makes it much easier to lock them all down, and then 'unlock' them later.

When using desktop, navigate to your AO3 profile dashboard. At the top right (below your AO3 username), you will see the button to "Edit Works".

From there you'll head to the "Edit Multiple Works" page, and on that page select the box to choose "All" works. You might need to do this for each fandom you have written for. Then click through on the "Edit" button.

On the next page, scroll down until you reach the "Privacy" section, and under the "Visibility" subsection, make sure to select "Only show to registered users". To 'unlock' your works again later, you follow these same steps, but instead select the "Show to all" option.

Hopefully this will help in the interim while this particular platform is doing this, but unfortunately with AI scraping being a reality now, any work that is publicly accessible is at risk of being stolen or scraped. I really hope this information is helpful in this particular instance though.

- Mish

[mothiepixie]

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Please do not interact with me or my account if you are a minor. Minors will be blocked.

This account will not show anything sexually explicit. But it contains suggestive and mature themes.

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Do's& Don'ts, FAQ Below

I do not do yn x canon content. Asks pertaining to yn x canon content will be discarded!

I'm only interested in creating content of my OCs x canon.

Be ⚠️ warned ⚠️:

Some of my content may include dealing of drugs/drug abuse, depression, past abuse and possessiveness. There will be possible depiction of wounds, blood, violence and fictional murder. It will be tagged.

If any of my content makes you uncomfortable feel free to block me and stay safe.

Do's and Don'ts:

An indication you're an adult must be visible for me to interact with you!

Commissions or tips are the only way I will draw if you are not a mutual, of my own device, or friend.

please don't ask content of pregnancies. I will not draw Motti pregnant, giving birth or talk about pregnancy related content.

Some related asks for your info ⤵️:

SOME Sanses will want kids, not all will. Passive cannot have children, he's infertile. Motti doesn't want kids in most AUs.

Please be advise I am not aware of every UTAU or its creators. I cannot draw them all or may not get into them, so please don't ask.

Also please DO NOT tag me on other's content to show me.

Please ask permission to dub my comics. I can revoke my permission at any given time and for any reason.

Can I ship my oc/myself with Boysen, Crust, any other of your skellies variants or Motti?

I don't mind you ship yourself or your ocs with the skellies. But please be respectful and don't do anything immoral with them.

I don't mind answering asks about the skellies height, appearance or use of my art, but I won't answer asks that involved how they would treat a partner that isn't Motti. That falls in YN content and as stated at the start of this pin I don't do yn x canon content.

Please do not ship yourself with Motti. Motti is only for close friends. Don't draw NSFW of Motti unless I gave permission.

If permitted: Please do not draw Motti in situations where she cannot consent: i.e: drunk, non-con, coercion. It will result in a block.

FAQ:

Do you do Art Requests?

No. I don't really have the mental capacity to take on requests. What free time I have, I draw art for myself or friends.

Do you do Art Commissions?

I do! I usually make an announcement when they're open and how many slots. I provide a google form to be filled out. I do not take commission inquires through DMs or Asks. Check my Bio or Badge for when I'm open.

Failure to comply to my TOS will result in a blacklist.

⛔️I refuse to draw inc3st, loli/shota, non-con or hateful content. ⛔️

Do you go by Mothie or Motti?

I go by Mothie! You can find my sona here

Motti is my main muse and separate from me.

What are your pronouns?

My pronouns are They/them/fae/she.

Questions about Motti!

What are Motti's pronouns and sexual orientation?

Motti goes by she/they. She is Demisexual/Pansexual.

Is there different versions of Motti?

Consider each AU I dabble in as a different Motti, but they are essentially the same person/personality. I won't always draw a different design for Motti or take away her key features.

Can I write/incorporate Motti in my fics?

It's friends and close mutuals only. I am not comfortable with people I don't know writing/using Motti like that.

AS LONG AS YOU ARE 18+ AND CLEARLY STATE YOU'RE AN ADULT INTERACTING WITH ME, YOU CAN DO THE FOLLOWING BELOW:

Can I make fanart/fanfic of your ocs?

Yes!

Can I draw your Sans designs?

Yes!

Other Questions:

Do you have other socials?

Yes, I do. But they show explicit content so you have been warned ⚠️. Tumblr's nsfw rules are more restricted and thus account will only show suggestive themes. Minors not welcomed!

If you are a person who does not like explicit content, but doesn't mind suggestive content; this acc will be your safe place.

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Hi, I'm Em ^^

My commissions are open and you can check out my current number of available slots here.

You can check out more examples of my art here and here.

More details under the cut: (important to read if it's your first time commissioning me ^^)

Contact:

Email: heartahtk@gmail.com

This tumblr's DMs(although email is preferable)

I keep a waitlist for every coming month! If you'd like to be on the waitlist please contact me ^^

Payment:

Paypal invoices(only)

I request payment after approval of the initial sketch

If the sketch includes more than 3 characters or has a high level of complexity, payment is before the initial sketch is delivered (if you decide against getting the commission after the sketch, I'll return the value minus 10% for the sketch)

Relevant information and references:

Any images you may have of your character, people that look like them, clothes you'd like them to wear, anything pertaining to the piece, etc, will be useful!

Descriptions relevant to the character's appearance, personality, or to the piece itself are also helpful

I usually send the invoices myself, so it helps if you send me your paypal email either in advance or after I've sent you the initial sketch!

Do's and Don't's:

I'm alright with partial nudity and gore, but I don't do explicitly pornographic commissions.

I'm open to most things, but if there's anything you don't see in my previous work and are unsure about, feel free to ask if I'd be open to it!

On time:

The time I take to finish commissions can vary a lot depending on type and complexity of the commission. If you have urgency, please let me know beforehand!

DISCLAIMER:

I do not consent to the use of my art on any AI image generating programs, and doing so would be extremely unethical. This goes for commissioned work as well, since the copyright still belongs to the original artist.

Feel free to message me or hit me with an ask if you have any questions!

Thank you for reading! Reblogs are appreciated! ❤💕