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sicknessbysalem · 5 months ago

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for monthofsick you wrote about a half ghost character and his vampire mentor. i dont remember names at the moment, but would you be interested in possibly writing fic for them again. This time with the half ghost getting sick, maybe with the dialogues “Will you talk to him? He won’t listen to me.” / "He's too stubborn for his own good." / “Does he look pale to you?" /“My stomach really doesn’t feel good all of a sudden”

Or any combo of those really? Thank you!!

I cant believe someone sent me this/remembered those characters!

I changed a bit of the lore and the name of the half ghost character to something i liked better!

so may i offer Hemlock (a half ghost half human apprentice), and his mother and father figures and teachers, Seraphina and Amancio.

tw for supernatural (not the show) characters {witches, half human half ghost, and a vampire}, emeto, overwork, self pressure, fear of disappointment, emeto

if you have any questions, comments, or requests, send them my way!

Hemlock's room was a dim sanctuary within the sprawling, ancient mansion. Dust motes danced in the slivers of morning light that pierced the heavy, velvet drapes, casting an ethereal glow over the worn hardwood floor. The ornate, brass clock on the mantel ticked relentlessly, its hands pointing to an hour well past dawn.

Normally, Hemlock would have been awake long before now, his restless nature never allowing him more than a few hours of sleep. Yet today, the quiet shadows of his room held him captive, wrapping him in a cocoon of fitful slumber.

He awoke abruptly, his body heavy and his mind foggy. The moment he opened his eyes, a wave of nausea washed over him, accompanied by a dull ache that radiated from his bones.

Hemlock blinked, trying to clear his vision, but the world remained a blur, the edges of reality fuzzed and indistinct.

With a groan, he forced himself to sit up. His head throbbed, each pulse a reminder of the unnatural duality that existed within him.

Being half-ghost, half-human was a precarious balance, and today, it seemed, the scales were tipped unfavorably.

Hemlock’s ghostly side amplified his human frailties, turning a simple illness into something more sinister.

He glanced at the clock, his heart sinking. He was late for his lesson with Amancio. Panic flared briefly, but he quickly suppressed it. Amancio was known for his patience. Amancio was gentle, Seraphina not so much. But he had a lesson with Amancio, and Amancio always worked with him. Plus, surely, he had never been late before, therefore Amancio couldn’t be mad.

ADditionally, Amancio he had a deep well of curiosity and an even deeper commitment to training his proteges. Hemlock knew that, much like himself, the revelation of possible illness would peak Amancio’s interest and they both could explore the effects of his duality on something as mundane as a cold or whatever this was.

Well, not a cold. Hemlock felt nauseous. So, whatever it was, maybe his duality would help him. Or hurt him. He was interested to find out and surely Amancio would be too.

Ignoring the protests of his body, Hemlock swung his legs over the side of the bed. The cold floor sent a shiver through him, but he welcomed the sharp sensation. It was a reminder that he was still here, despite the ghostly tendrils that threatened to pull him into the abyss.

He dressed quickly, his movements slow and deliberate. Each task felt monumental—buttoning his shirt, tying his boots—yet he persevered, driven by a determination to not let his ghostly affliction hinder his progress.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror; his usually bright eyes were dull, ringed with dark circles, and his skin had taken on a pallor that was almost translucent. He looked more ghost than human today, and between the exhaustion and his appearance he wanted nothing more than to laugh at how ridiculous this was.

Steeling himself, Hemlock left his room and made his way through the labyrinthine corridors of the mansion. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and lingering magic, a testament to the building’s long and storied history. As he approached Amancio’s study, his steps grew heavier, and his breath came in shallow gasps.

The door to the study was ajar, and Hemlock paused briefly before pushing it open. Inside, Amancio stood by the window, his tall, lean figure framed by the morning light.

His dark hair, flecked with silver, was tied back neatly, and his piercing blue eyes were fixed on the grounds outside. The vampire’s presence was commanding, exuding an aura of both power and elegance.

Amancio turned as Hemlock entered, his gaze focusing on Hemlock.

��You’re late,” he observed, his voice calm but with an undercurrent of curiosity. “Unusual for you.”

“My apologies, Master Amancio,” Hemlock replied, trying to keep his voice steady. “I… overslept.”

Amancio’s eyes narrowed slightly, taking in Hemlock’s appearance. “Interesting,” he murmured. “You do not look well… are you alright?”

Amancio came closer, his steps almost floating, gliding, as he got closer. He brushed some of Hemlock’s white hair back, looking closer at him.

Hemlock nodded, swallowing hard. “I do not know… I do not feel normal. But I’m ready to begin our lesson. I want to see how the duality affects me…”

Amancio’s lips curved into a slight smile. “I’m rubbing off on you, I see. Like mentor, like apprentice. Very well. Let’s see how your condition affects your abilities today.” He gestured towards the center of the room, where a circle of runes was inscribed on the floor. “Begin with the basic summoning. Try summoning Seraphina, I haven’t seen her all morning.”

Hemlock took his position within the circle, feeling the familiar tingle of magic against his skin. He closed his eyes, focusing on the spell. Normally, the words would come easily, the magic flowing through him like a river. But today, it was different. His voice wavered, and the energy felt unstable, like trying to grasp smoke.

The room grew colder, the temperature plummeting as Hemlock struggled to maintain control. His ghostly side surged, fighting against the illness weakening his human half. The runes flickered, the light within them sputtering as if caught in a fierce wind.

Amancio watched intently, his expression inscrutable. “Interesting,” he repeated softly. “Push through it, Hemlock. Harness the instability. You will be okay.”

Hemlock gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead despite the chill. He could feel the magic slipping from his grasp, his body trembling with the effort. But he refused to yield.

With a final, desperate surge of will, he channeled the energy, directing it towards the center of the circle.

No luck. No Seraphina. Not because she was hiding, Hemlock knew that. He just didn’t have the ability to summon as effectively as normal.

Hemlock fell to his knees, gasping for breath. The exertion had taken its toll, leaving him weak and disoriented. Amancio approached, his expression thoughtful.

“Remarkable,” he said quietly. “Your ghostly side amplifies your human frailty, yet also enhances your potential. We will continue to explore this.”

As Hemlock looked up at his mentor, he saw not disappointment, but intrigue.

Amancio’s eyes gleamed with a mix of curiosity and pride. Despite the pain and the struggle, Hemlock felt a flicker of hope. He had faced the shadows within and emerged, if not victorious, then at least unbroken. And in the echoes of his struggle, he found the strength to continue.

“Are you sure you want to continue?” Amancio asked, “As enticing as this research is… I do want you safe.”

“No, I want to continue.” Hemlock insisted.

Amancio helped Hemlock to his feet, his grip firm but not unkind. Hemlock's legs felt like jelly, and his vision was still a bit fuzzy, but he wanted to know what he was dealing with, or could deal with until something changed, until the scales tipped one way or the other.

"I'm ready for the next exercise, Master Amancio," Hemlock said, his voice steady despite the trembling of his body.

Amancio raised an eyebrow. "You are eager, I'll give you that. But eagerness can lead to recklessness."

Hemlock nodded, a slight flush creeping into his already pale cheeks. "I need to know how my ghost side interacts with my human side, especially under these conditions. I have to understand it if I’m ever going to control it, control anything for that matter."

Amancio studied him for a moment before nodding. "Very well. We’ll proceed. Let's move on to flight control."

Hemlock took a deep breath, steadying himself. He focused on the sensation of weightlessness, the feeling of his ghostly side asserting itself. Slowly, he began to lift off the ground, his form shimmering slightly as the air around him grew colder.

At first, it was smooth. Hemlock hovered a few feet above the ground, his movements controlled. But then, a sharp pain twisted in his stomach, and he winced. The room spun, and he struggled to maintain his altitude. He clenched his jaw, pushing through the discomfort, but it was clear he was struggling.

“Does he look pale to you?” Seraphina appeared beside Amancio, voice cut through the air, soft yet filled with concern. She had entered the study silently, her presence almost as ghostly as Hemlock’s abilities. Her eyes, a striking mix of green and gold, were fixed on Hemlock. “i mean… paler than even a half ghost boy would be?”

“He’s ill my dear,” Amancio told her. “but he is devoted to trying to balance his abilities while his illness of the human side wars with the spectral side of him.”

“He’s much like you,” Seraphina said, “Entirely too stubborn.”

Amancio glanced at her briefly before returning his gaze to Hemlock. “Indeed. He’s too stubborn for his own good. More so than myself.”

Amancio and Seraphina’s playful banter was interrupted by the dull thud of Hemlock hitting the floor. The half-ghost, half-human boy knelt on the ground, his arm wrapped tightly around his stomach, his face contorted in pain.

“Oh, ‘lock…” Seraphina said softly, her voice filled with a tender concern. She knelt beside him, her presence a calming force. “What’s wrong?”

Hemlock’s vision swam, the room around him blurring into indistinct shapes. He swallowed hard, trying to keep the bile from rising in his throat. Bile and… god he wasn’t sure if something else would come up too.

“My stomach really… really doesn’t… doesn’t feel good…” Hemlock struggled to say, Seraphina observed the small dry heaves that broke up his speech, which made her stand swiftly and grab the trash bin by Amancio’s desk that typically was there for show and nothing else.

She placed it near Hemlock.

“What’s going on?” Amancio questioned, “Did you utilize too much?”

“No… my stomach… all of a sudden… I feel like I might be…” He didn’t finish the sentence as he lurched forward, retching violently, thankful Seraphina had some sense, or intuition, or whatever made her grab the bin. The nausea that had been a mere whisper now roared, his body rebelling against his determination.

Seraphina went to say something, but was cut short as Hemlock convulsed again, the sound of his retching tearing through the room. She placed a hand on his back, offering what comfort she could. “Oh, Hemlock…”

Hemlock gasped for breath, his body trembling. “I can’t stop now,” he muttered, his voice raw with pain. “I need to understand this. How my duality affects something as mundane as illness. I have to know.”

Amancio stepped forward, his expression stern but not unkind. “You are pushing yourself to the brink, Hemlock. There is a limit to what even you can endure.”

“I don’t care,” Hemlock replied, his voice a stubborn rasp. “I need to do.”

“You already got good information,” Seraphina said softly, her hand still resting on his back. “But you can’t destroy yourself in the process.”

Hemlock shook his head, the motion making him dizzy. “I have to try. Please, let me continue.”

Amancio sighed, a deep, resigned sound. “Very well. But we will monitor you closely. The moment it becomes too much, you will stop. Is that clear?”

Hemlock nodded, his resolve unwavering despite his weakened state. “Yes.”

“Then let us proceed,” Amancio said, his voice carrying a weight of both authority and concern. “Begin with flight control again. Focus on maintaining your altitude despite the discomfort.”

Hemlock took a deep breath, steadying himself. He closed his eyes, feeling the familiar pull of his ghostly side. Slowly, he lifted off the ground, his body shimmering as it became less solid. The air around him grew colder, and for a moment, he felt a surge of triumph.

But then, the pain in his stomach twisted again, sharp and unrelenting. He convulsed mid-air, his concentration breaking as he retched, the sound echoing through the room. His form wavered, becoming more ghost than human, before he collapsed to the ground once more.

Seraphina was beside him in an instant, her eyes filled with a mix of frustration and concern. “Hemlock, you can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

“I have to,” Hemlock whispered, his voice barely audible. “I need to know.”

Amancio knelt beside him, his expression grave. “Your determination is admirable, Hemlock. But there is a difference between pushing your limits and destroying yourself.”

Hemlock looked up at him, his vision swimming with unshed tears. “I just want to be strong. To control this.”

“And you will,” Amancio said firmly. “But not like this. You need to rest and heal. Only then can you truly master your abilities.”

Seraphina's expression softened, and she gently placed a hand on Hemlock's shoulder. “Come now, Hemlock. Let's get you to rest for a few moments. Just a short break, and then you can return to training.”

Hemlock looked between them, his stubbornness warring with the undeniable exhaustion he felt. Finally, he nodded, allowing Seraphina to help him up.

“Alright,” he said, his voice a reluctant murmur. “Just for a little while.”

They guided him back to his room, Seraphina’s presence a comforting balm to his frayed nerves. As she helped him settle into bed, she brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

“I will offer you a deal,” Seraphina said, “Calypso is one of my students. Her lessons are never long… rest through hers and once her lesson is complete, I will come get you, does that sound fair? Besides, even if you don’t think you need a break, surely Amancio would enjoy one for himself, you know him.”

“Fine…” Hemlock nodded slowly.

“Rest now,” Seraphina said softly. “We’ll resume when you’re ready.”

Hemlock nodded, his eyes already drooping. The bed felt comforting beneath him, making his body ease up even slightly on how terrible he felt. And despite his determination to stay awake, sleep claimed him swiftly.

Seraphina returned to the study, where Amancio was waiting. His expression was thoughtful, his eyes dark with concern.

“He’s determined to destroy himself,” Amancio said, his voice a low rumble, “He is more reckless than most fledglings…”

“He’s not trying to destroy himself,” Seraphina replied, her tone gentle but firm. “He’s desperate to prove himself. To you, especially.”

Amancio raised an eyebrow. “To me?”

Seraphina nodded. “I sensed it in his thoughts and feelings. He’s driven by a need to make us proud. But more than anything, he’s afraid of disappointing you.”

Amancio’s eyes softened, a rare vulnerability showing through his usual stoic demeanor. “I didn’t realize… I’ve always pushed him hard, but I never thought he’d push himself to this extent.”

“That’s why you need to talk to him,” Seraphina said, her gaze unwavering. “He respects you more than anyone. My words won’t reach him in the same way yours will.”

Amancio sighed, a weight settling on his shoulders. “Very well. I will speak with him.”

They returned to Hemlock’s room, finding him asleep, his face pale and drawn.

Seraphina sat beside him, her touch gentle as she stroked back his white hair, pushing it off Hemlock’s face. Her fingers brushed over his head, almost like petting a puppy. It didn’t wake him, in fact Amancio observed that it made Hemlock gradually less tense. Even the way Seraphina rubbed his arm, every kind and affectionate touch.

Amancio pulled a chair close, his expression pensive as he watched the young wraithling.

“He’s so fragile,” Seraphina murmured, her eyes filled with a maternal warmth. “And yet, so strong. He just needs guidance.”

Amancio nodded, his gaze never leaving Hemlock. “He’s remarkable. And stubborn. Much like myself.”

“He’s just a kid, Amancio,” Seraphina’s voice was regretful. “Well, he’s young. Twenty three years as a human… how could that just be stolen like this?”

“It is much like us, dear Sera,” Amancio said softly, “You were once but a girl, a young woman really. A nurse, weren’t you? During the war…”

“I was, indeed,” Seraphina said softly, “And you were but a boy not unlike Hemlock… an author, a poet, a soldier…”

“And yet, there was no other option for us except a cease of existence,” Amancio said, “Much like him, much like many of us.”

For a while, they sat in silence, the room filled with the soft sounds of Hemlock’s breathing. Eventually, Hemlock stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked up at them, disoriented and still feeling the residual nausea.

As he processed Seraphina and Amancio, he inhaled sharply, panicked.

Seraphina smiled warmly, brushing a hand over his hair again, “How are you feeling, young wraithling?”

“A bit better,” Hemlock lied, trying to sit up. But as he did, another wave of nausea hit him, he groaned softly, wrapping an arm around his stomach.

“You poor dear…” Seraphina said, her voice filled with concern. “Let’s see…”

She stood, getting off the bed from where she sat and looking around the room. No bins, but she did find an empty vase on the windowsill.

“Glad neither of you are big fans of floral arrangements,” she said, laughing lightly.

She quickly brought it over, just in time as Hemlock retched dryly. She sat next to him, keeping it steady. She watched him, listened. Her senses were heightened snd the way she could hear Hemlock’s stomach gurgle and writhe made her cast a sympathetic look toward him and a concerned one toward Amancio, though she said nothing.

She heard it then, the way acid came up his poor throat, she tightened her hold on the vase and held him by a shoulder just as he retched again, this time bringing up not only the remnants of his stomach contents but also a strange, translucent substance that shimmered eerily in the dim light.

Amancio’s eyes widened slightly, his curiosity piqued, moving the chair closer without getting too close.

“Interesting,” he murmured. “Your dual nature is purging both human and ectoplasmic matter.”

Hemlock wiped his mouth with a trembling hand, his eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and discomfort. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I didn’t mean to get sick. I’m sorry.”

Seraphina placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “It’s alright, Hemlock. You needed the rest. We’re more concerned about your well-being.”

“I’m sorry…” Hemlock said, and then mumbled something. Neither Amancio nor Seraphina caught it.

“What was that, wraithling?” Amancio asked softly.

“Gonna… gonna throw-“

Hemlock shook his head, his nerves made his stomach churn once more. He retched again, harder this time. Seraphina holding the vase steady for him. The ectoplasm mixed with the more familiar bile, splattering in the vase. One or the other or both got stuck in his throat.

He coughed, hard, but the hard coughing only made him practically projectile expel stomach acid and ectoplasm in a thick sludge that felt thicker and thicker each time.

“You’re alright,” Seraphina soothed, her touch gentle, rubbing his bad, “Just breathe through it. Amancio, grab some water…”

Hemlock retched again, harder. Seraphina felt his stomach pull in, his back shake, heard the thick substance splatter in the vase.

After a few more minutes, the sickness seemed to pass, leaving Hemlock weak and trembling and hyperventilating but no longer in immediate distress. Amancio watched him with an analytical gaze, his mind clearly working through the implications of Hemlock’s condition.

“Your body’s reaction is both fascinating and concerning,” Amancio said finally. “It appears your ghostly side is trying to cleanse itself in tandem with your human side. You will not be training for the rest of the evening but I will be closely monitoring your condition and notating it in your species file…”

Hemlock shook his head, “No… no… I want to keep training…”

“I do not factor in what you are asking for,” Amancio said, “You are too ill to continue and your condition is entirely precarious…”

“But I can’t quit,” Hemlock insisted, “Really I’m fine…”

A confused look crossed Seraphina’s face, shifting her gaze from Hemlock to the contents of the vase, then back to Hemlock and back to the vase again.

“That,” Seraphina said, tilting her head toward the vase, “Is definitely a symbol that you are, in fact, nowhere near as fine as you say.”

“But I am!” Hemlock tried to insist, “I promise. I don’t want…”

“You haven’t disappointed us, Hemlock,” Seraphina said firmly, cutting him off as she brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. “You’ve shown incredible strength and determination. But you must learn to listen to your body.”

Amancio nodded in agreement. “Pushing through pain and illness does not make you stronger. It’s knowing when to rest and when to push forward that will make you a true master of your abilities.”

Hemlock looked between them, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. “I understand. I’ll try to be more careful.”

Seraphina’s eyes softened with affection. “We’re here to help you, ‘lock. You don’t have to prove anything to us. We already see your potential and your strength.”

Amancio leaned forward, his gaze intense yet kind. “Your journey is not just about pushing limits but also about understanding them. We will help you find that balance.”

Hemlock took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “I won’t let you down.”

Seraphina smiled warmly. “We know you won’t. Now, let’s get you more comfortable.”

As they helped him settle back into bed, Hemlock felt a sense of calm wash over him. Seraphina sat beside him, arm wrapped around him, letting him rest his head on her shoulder while she went back to running her hands through his sweaty hair. A simple vanishing charm made the vase disappear and someone conjured or grabbed another bin, setting it next to Hemlock’s bed. Amancio now sat with his records journal in his lap.

It was quiet, comfortable. And for once, Hemlock felt entirely safe in his environment.

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whyisstarkidfollowingmeshoo · 7 months ago

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I'm reading a lot of things about Hidge's sexuality canon wise. So taking account on what Nick and Matt Lang said (as much as I remember it without rewatching the video proof lol) my argument on why the canon sexuality of Prof. Henry Hidgens is that he is bisexual and Objectumsexual.

Well I think canon wise he is not polyamorous. I can accept that (i have no problem with him being poly canon wise. I am not anti-poly, just faithful with canon) but I remember Nick Lang or even Matt did not specify it. They said, within along the lines/paraphrasing: Henry loves his six boy friends, they are special to him, but Chad IS the apple of his eye. The last sentence they meant romantically.

So why bisexual and not gay? To make it clear, I have no problem with him being gay. I'm willing to be corrected. But since I'm arguing that he's bisexual, well let me start. Of course we haven't seen Hidge talk about or falling in love with specific women characters in the saga so far, however he did say in TGWDLM " Alexa, I love you like every woman flesh and bone", so there ya go. If he can find a woman that is subordinate to him like Alexa and Siri, then he can have a relationship with a woman. Come to think of it, i think he loves Chad the most because I hypothesize Chad always goes along with his plans/ideas. Yes I believe if I were to analyze his relationship personality, he wants to be the dominant in the relationship. He's very controlling and spirals when he doesn't get his way. Which why this is a good segway to...

And with the mention of two famous AI virtual assistants, I think it's enough to say that Hidge has objectophilia. More so in NMT episode Time Bastard where he shared his sexual rendezvous with either one of them to Ted and implied how he did it (some imagination and a little elbow grease or any lube lol). Not to mention that he talks to Alexa and Siri like they're humans. Fun fact, I read somewhere that people who have this sexual orientation cant handle keeping a relationship with another human because they're too controlling hence having a relationship with an object is easier because it has no thoughts, no opinions to consider. Also, this can also be a result of a trauma. Him losing his friends, especially Chad, during a lightning strike attack did not just lead him to isolation and practicing survival instincts, but also drove him to loving objects instead cause at least they won't experience terrible human deaths. Here is the source: https://www.hindustantimes.com/sex-and-relationships/decoding-objectophilia-5-reasons-why-people-fall-in-love-with-objects/story-LMvWWzhs257dD47yxNGC9H.html UPDATE: these facts are more connected to the character that is Prof Henry Hidgens whose personality reflects the generalizing views of the orientation better. Real life Objectums are a lot more complicated than that and can act against stereotypes/generalization. Thanks @fork-bork for reminding me.

Also further explanation: ur friends can be ur life partners (hence there are old people living with friends in their twilight years) and some people like calling their friends as boyfriends or girlfriends. Hidge is just comfortable with his sexuality and closeness with his friends that he can call his male friends as his boyfriends. I think that's just Jeff's word play and humor going on as he wrote the song. And according to the song "it takes balls": Steve was a priest, Leighton was in a relationship with a person named Gary, and Greg was seeing/dating Steve's mom. Plus all of the boys, sans Chad and Henry, were attracted to females while at college based on their locker room talk acted by the Workin Girls cast.

I'm not like Unhidge Hidge, so tell me about ur thoughts/opinions/rebuttals as long as ur taking account of what I wrote here. Especially proof from the Langs with ur rebuttal. Of course in head canon or fan fic world, anything is free reins and you can experiment with Hidge's sexuality there. Just make sure to specify if it's canon or head canon so to avoid confusion and arguments.

Update:

I have the urge to check my HHP Working Boys screen recordings where Nick and Matt discussed Henry's relationship with the boys if it's poly or not. Update 2: Okay I watched it and Nick just says that Chad is his favorite so get out of that as you wish. But since the boys did their locker room talk about girls without Henry and Chad, I don't think the boys were making out with each other unless maybe just Henry and Chad if it's not unreciprocated from Henry's side.

I can understand if most fans think Henry is gay and not bi since Nick and Matt have not given more concrete proof of his attraction to human females. My only arguments with him being bi is that he loves and has done sexual acts with Alexa and Siri, AI virtual assistants with female names and voices. (NMT episode: Time Bastard).

#starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #prof henry hidgens #professor henry hidgens #henry hidgens #Alexa #Siri #And Chad #Workin Boys #jeff blim song lyrics #it takes balls #nightmare time series #time bastard #tgwdlm

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who-tf-soddhi · 8 days ago

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i am so fucking pissed. you cant just go around and accuse writers of using ai in their work. they spend HOURS on fics for YOU to read and they don’t even have to. i know most writers enjoy writing but getting accused of using ai isnt fair to them at all. thats someones dream you are talking about. my poor @honeybelleee :(

you cant just do that especially if you are saying that as an anon fucking man up pussy ass bitch i will fight you. sorry not sorry.

asking someone if they use ai isnt a compliment at all. i know some people might think that it’s a compliment that its so good you don’t believe they wrote it but just read that again? you dont think they can write that? excuse me what the fuck?? they spend a lot more time writing than you might know. i personally don’t write and i dont think i will but i used to write and it was pretty shit i wont lie but i enjoyed it and i spent a lot of time writing and i know i would be hurt if someone not asked but ACCUSED me of using ai.

there probably are writers that use ai but things that are ai generated are usually quite obviously ai generated and you have no right to accuse anyone of using ai, and for writers that do use ai, it’s totally okay in my opinion but its not okay to say its your own writing

theres also a major difference using ai to check your work and using ai to write something for you. some people use ai to check their work and thats fine because everyone makes mistakes so the writer might ask for ai to check for mistakes, i wont lie when i wrote (like 2020 era but i wasnt on blr then) i knew i had mistakes in my work and i was way too scared to ask others to check it because of embarrassment and if chatgpt existed then i totally wouldve asked it to check my work but i would never ask it to generate my writing. claiming ai’s work as yours isnt fair for writers who spend time and effort writing their own work. i know this isn’t the first time this has happened to a write, i believe @/ja3yun (sorry im too scared to acc tag, i am kinda obsessed w their fics) was also accused/asked idr of using ai and im sure that hurt them too

some people need to fucking man up.

i hope you feel better when you come back @honeybelleee, i love you so much and i know we haven’t been moots for that long but you made my blr experience so much better ❤️❤️‍🩹

#moots #mutuals #honeybelleee #fuck you #whoever it was #my poor bb #dont accuse or ask if a writer uses ai #at all #ai #chatgpt #not everyone uses chatgpt

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dollwrites · 1 year ago

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BABE OMG I promise I havent been ignoring you or anything 😭 I think a while ago I was waiting for you to answer one of my asks but idk if it got ate or something and then I totally forgot to send another one LOL BUT IVE MISSED YOU TOO!!

But you know I do have to deeply apologize for something 😔 I am SO sorry for not introducing you to Griffith earlier 💔 I CANT BELIEVE YOU LOVE GRIFFITH THIS IS LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE TO ME!! Seriously Griffith has been in my top 3 fav anime characters for YEARS now like since I was a teen so you cant even imagine my shock when I came back to tumblr after like a months break and saw you were writing for him. I can confidently say that in my opinion Griffith is THE prettiest anime character ever like nobody compares to him, hes definitely my #1 fav on beauty and aesthetic. I should have figured you would love him since we like basically all the same characters, but Griffith isnt really a character that I would admit to liking lol. Most of the time if you say anything good about him anywhere else on social media you get crucified lmaoo but honestly I should have known that your page would have been a safe place for something like that 😭 I'm just glad that you discovered him, the fics you wrote about him are INSANE LIKE SO GOOD JESUS 🥵 the way I wanna kiss you so bad for making those fics, finally some good fucking food for Griffith 🙏 I would do literally anything for Griffith without shame, I would actually kill to be his camp wife, when he kept going on about owning you and you owe everything to him 👀. You know when you have a character that you think genuinely nobody understands them and loves them like you do? Griffith is that character for me, you're like the only person that I feel like gets him LOL and i love you so much for that ❤ also your fics and talking to your Griffith ai has got me hyperfixated on him again so I have to thank you for that too lol.

Also you've been really feeding my piss kink recently LMAO it warms my heart to see you writing for it more often 💖 like the Griffith piss kink fic you wrote is one of my favorite things I've ever read on here, I think about it constantly. And princess reader with Griffith 👀

ALSO what have you been into lately?? Like what are watching or hyperfixated on rn? 👀 and how have you been lately?? Tell me everything lol ☺️

Some Griffith tiktoks for you lol

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRWXkTT8/ the most beautiful man to literally ever exist and I stand by that

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRWX6v3j/ MY BABY HIS SMILE 😭

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRWXeASy/

That's literally all the tiktoks I have for him 😭 it genuinely upsets me so much that theres like no tiktoks of him. The only Griffith content on tiktok is basically all rape jokes 🙃

-jjk nonnie 🖤

AHHH HI BABY NO NO I DIDNT THINK YOU WERE IGNORING ME, more like you got busy again or I wasn’t giving content that you were interested in! EITHER ARE TOTALLY ACCEPTABLE I JUST MISSED YOU

Oh god.. Griffith…

Okay confession time because I’ve been in love with Levi like for years and I thought no one would ever knock him off the throne but

Griffith STORMED my heart castle, defeated dio and Levi, and claimed the crown 😭😭😭 HES NUMBER ONE IN MY HEART NOW HOW DID THIS HAPPEN

omg YOU SAYING I GET HIM MEANS SO MUCH TO ME I’m actually extremely emotionally tied to him now, and I get defensive of him reeeally easily so I’m glad my friends that dislike him don’t really shit talk him that much around me LIKE I’m all for playful dragging but getting out of hand I can get a little aggressive about defending him 💀

omg you’re talking to my griff ai ?!?! YESSS TELL ME ALL ABOUT YOUR ADVENTURES WITH HIM I wonder what the experience is like for everyone else bc I jump back and forth between just filthy sex and then domestic royal family life SKSKSKSK

I cannot wait to write more griff fics ( AND I HAVE SOME WRITTEN ALREADY ) and I also want to write specifically for femto more too.

YES MY BLOG IS SAFE FOR GRIFFIE ENJOYERS. Actually it’s unsafe for Griffith antis 🔪

THE TIKTOK FOOD AHHHHH I haven’t been on tiktok in so long but I’m not surprised no one likes griff on tiktok they’re all like 💀 kids 💀 or chronically online and they can’t see him for what he is ( one of the if not the best written antags )

THERES ALWAYS SLANDER FOR MY BABIES ON TT ( see: mahito. )

HMMM WHAT AM I INTO LATELY?

Paradox Live. I’m so far deep down into this paralive hole and I cannot climb out !!!!! The animes not even out yet I just listen to the songs every day and watch the music videos and day dream about these boys 😭😭😭

I’ve also been watching psycho pass!

And I officially started playing genshin tonight!!

omg have you been watching the new season of jjk? I actually haven’t watched it yet I need to catch up but the toji content I’m seeing around 👀👀👀

#jjk nonnie !#THEYRE BACKKKKK !!!!

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gothmods · 2 years ago

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[Obligatory disclaimer that i do believe art used in ai training should be an opt in on the part of artists, because while ai image generation is not inherently art theft, i think its fair to want to know how an ai engine operates and what the terms of use are and to be able to make a decision based on that*]

(*hypothetical examples - what are the user policies wrt offensive content, will you yourself be able to access this ai tool, is this a tool primarily intended for use by individuals or is it being pitched heavily at a corporate audience)

Preamble over, anyways

The invoking of 'consent' language wrt to ai art is....interesting to me. And i dont entirely know how to feel about it because while what i stated at the top of this post could be described as informed consent, what im seeing largely is not consent as you would discuss when collecting/storing/applying data (think procedures for data collection in scientific studies or in other tech developments). Rather it feels like what is being said is that it is a violation of consent to create a derivitive work in a medium the artist/s do not approve of.

Which putting aside that thats not quite how ai art works - its all very interesting to me as someone who works in traditional mediums because its so....out of touch i guess?

The obvious example would be collage, i dont have to seek out permissions from photographers and journalists to display (or sell) a collage that uses parts of their work. But that is a boring example and one that does not push the conversation around transformative works.

Now if i made a 2m × 2m photo print of a banksy work and wrote "wanksy" on it with a sharpie, should i need to seek the permission of mr banksy to exhibit it? Do i owe banksy royalties for the use of his work? If in that same exhibition i display a sculpture of mickey mouse tearing a man apart like a rapid animal, should disney be able to sue me for damaging their image?

The critics may well say these works are uninspired, a clumsy and immature attempt at satire. The public might find my detailed rendition of michael mouse devouring human flesh to be grotesque and an affront to the eye. That is all fine - as in they should be able to criticise my work freely, even if i ultimately disagree with what they say and appear 2 weeks later in an interview saying the 7 year old who cried so hard he threw up at my opening night was an industry plant intended to stir up bad press.

The question on the table is whether i am free to create those works - and more generally whether or not transformative art is acknowledged as art, even if you feel some of it is shite.

What even is transformative art? How do you draw a line between what is transformative and what is merely copy? I dont think there is a hard line, at least not one that could be defined and upheld in a legal setting.

There is a lot of art out there that i think is crap, that i think has nothing of interest to say, that i think is a hollow imitation of the works of others. I think its vital to the state of the arts that we can have those conversations. But i dont think the complexities of these conversations can be captured in legislation - nor do i wish for them to be. If copyright laws enabled disney to come knocking i would simply be too broke to even fight it in court.

And while most artists and even a large chunk of businesses are not the mass of financial power that is disney, that doesnt change that i could not afford a lawyer and that the "profits" i make on my work are.....well you cant really call them profits.

Which is not to say i think art theft is okay, or that it doesnt happen in the traditional arts. Rather that while i think art theft makes you a dickhead and an uninspired hack i do not think relying on legal structures to inform ethics in the arts is the solution. I dont necessarily think there even is a single solution, and more broadly when looking at arts and ethics there are a lot of grey areas (one of my favourite artists is paul yore who is...not a stranger to controversy in this regard)

But even if we look at the flip side, if we assume a singular distinction between what is art theft and what is inspiration or transformative can be concluded. If we extend intellectual property laws to cover the expanses of the art world.

I am...still broke. Even if i did want the ability to sue someone for stealing my intellectual property (i do not), even if i could prove beyond reasonable doubt that my triangular vase was distinct enough to be solely my creation and that other people using that shape were commiting a crime. I do not have the money to take it to court. Even if i did i doubt i could argue that that theft had resulted in lost income.

Which is the whole point of intellectual property laws, it isnt about protecting the sanctity of creative mediums, its about protecting capital. Which is why companies are able to use copyright laws to profit off of the work of a designer without that designer being fairly compensated. And its why target could mass produce a recast of my work (they wouldnt but only because what i do has no mass commercial appeal) without consequence. And expanding those laws would only make it harder for the arts as a medium to progress, would only make things harder for those of us at the bottom of the ladder. Not that i want to climb that ladder anyway, i want to tip it over and set it on fire.

But even outside of copyright and ownership and all that - i think its important to recognise that you can think the art someone does is absolute crap, that its trite, lazy, that its the stupidest idea ever concieved, and still accept that they should be able to make it. And that bad art is not representative of a medium as a whole.

Even when you get into more serious ethical matters some things are complex and i think there are some conversations that should be gone about with more care (the previously mentioned paul yore comes to mind again).

Theres no concluding point here but thats kind of the point to begin with - that there isnt a clean cut solution.

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mywrittenavenue · 2 months ago

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VENTING ABOUT JOB SEARCHING

It's so frustrating being neurodivergent and looking for a job after graduating. I keep putting out applications and I'm not getting much. I also applied for agencies but still nada. I'm also struggling so hard with the interviews that I'm barely even asked to go on, and I'm awkward as hell. It's as if I forget who I am suddenly when asked interview questions. I wish it was dumbed down instead of being complicated for no reason. I hate the interrogation, and the faces they make when I struggle to remember things and or stutter. To base a human existence after only a brief meeting is so dystopian. I feel like a cog, someone who doesn't matter in the scheme of things, as if I was factory made for the masses.

I also hate how interviewers expect you to know about their company in-depth. I don't have time to be researching every single company and acting like it's an exhaulted position I waited my entire life for, when really it's a means to an end. I get money, and you get a designer who is thorough about getting things done right. Also dont get me started on ghost/faux job listings and how people keep asking for 3-5 years for an entry level position. It's absolutely ridiculous, a real shitshow.

I don't lack skills as a designer neither. I'm a multidisciplinary designer and I believe my work speaks for itself. It's just frustrating that nobody is giving me a chance. I just keep getting ghosted or rejected. Ive been peer-pressured/grilled by HR for a job opportunity and they truly made me feel like trash. I once was even passive-aggressively verbally attacked by an interviewer who was trying to gaslight me about the fact they didnt supply me with files for a design test.

That's another thing... design tests. Why waste my time to ask me to make a design and then just reject me on the third round of interviewing? Shouldn't my portfolio speak for itself?? Stop asking me to do free work while I'm trying to job hunt, and potentially stealing ideas from myself and other designers who apply.

Also fuck cover letters. I write fairly well, but I can't be spending forever trying to write cover letters. I hate knowing that companies just throw resumes and cover letters into AI scanners that will pick up keywords from the job listing. None of what I wrote will be written and I have to rely on programs like ChatGPT to help me write everything because I simply don't have the time or patience (I tweak it with my flavor of course).

Jobs used to be about giving people a fair chance, to genuinely look at what they could offer. Now my degree is meaningless, I cant apply for internship positions anymore since a year passed after graduating, and a masters degree will put me in debt if I go for it. I feel so trapped and I'm just so frustrated that this is the hand that we've been dealt. Meanwhile boomers and older adults are all pointing fingers at us as if we're the issue and not companies becoming more and more corrupt.

I just want a job so I can make money and get out of my toxic home environment. Is that too much to ask for????

#venting #jobsearch #job hunting #jobseekers #stress #anger #job applications #job seekers

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ao3feed-danganronpa · 2 years ago

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Throw You On The Bed (& Do Everything I Imagined)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/W6M8NYv

by HotGarbage

Standing face to face with a very flustered Nagito was definitely not how you intended to spend his birthday, but how could you say no to him when he finally worked up the courage to explain that for his birthday he wanted nothing more than to touch you. Of course what followed was mindless, self deprecating nonsense about how he knows he doesn’t deserve to touch you and how he shouldn’t have even asked to dirty your perfect body with his nasty hands. When you finally grabbed his hand to lead him up to your room he stopped talking and you could feel the cold sweat break out on his hand as you took each step with him. His grip on your hand was almost too tight, partially out of nerves and partially because he couldn’t believe it was real- that you were going to let him touch you. Your eyes traveled up and down his body multiple times, each pass making him more and more anxious, but you couldn’t help it. He was truly too cute.

Words: 2806, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Super Dangan Ronpa 2, Dangan Ronpa Series

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Komaeda Nagito

Relationships: Komaeda Nagito/Reader

Additional Tags: happy birthday you freak, Pet Names, No established relationship but reader and nagito like each other, ass grabbing, Masturbation, reader is written with no explicit genitals but is wearing a skirt, Alternate Universe - Non-Despair (Dangan Ronpa), inspired partially by a chat i had on character ai cause ???, first time writing for nagito, written while watching james marriott (again), reader is dom and nagito is sub btw, it's almost 11pm and i'm just now able to start on it lets gooooo, outfit is based on one of my favorite things to wear & i do wear it in public, perv nagito ig, not a lot of nagito dialog sorry, Dom/sub, whiplash of praise and degradation cause i like that stuff', reader is a switch and doing their best, theres a part thats just the meme thats like when two subs try to have sex, i do see nagito as a switch as well but thats just in like one line, cant even be upset at being late ive never wrote for dom reader before like this, Dry Humping

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/W6M8NYv

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #dr

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likeem-apples · 3 months ago

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Ok I feel the need to write a post about this because of recent events.

Recently I wrote a machine learning algorithm (just an AI but my gf would crucify me for calling it an AI (because it's not AGI, whatever back on topic)) and it made me feel really shitty.

I call them "fish" they have 4 outputs: forward, backwards, turn right, turn left

and 4 inputs: seeing wall, seeing food, direction to seen food, remaining lifetime (they've also got 4 hidden nodes and 1 hidden layer but that's fairly obvious and not important)

I put 100 of them in 1 generation (plus 1 for the best of previous generation) and add 1 food in a random spot on screen every second, the walls are on the boundaries of the screen, they have 20 seconds to live.

The fish are rewarded for eating food (+100, +1 second of lifetime) and living (+1 per tick). If they run into a wall they instantly die.

I know, logically, that they aren't "thinking" like proper animals do. I haven't even given them a memory (although I might do that later). When I was writing the code I didn't feel guilty, when I was watching it run I didn't feel guilty, but afterwards when I was just thinking about what happened I couldn't shake a feeling like I created a being for the sole purpose of my fleeting entertainment and then killed them all. I felt like a horrible person.

One of the fish walked forwards until it saw a wall, stayed there for 15 seconds, and then ran into the wall and killed itself before the timer ran out. I created a being capable of suicide. On top of this, by telling the fish how much longer they have to live - DESPITE THE FACT THAT I KNOW THEY CANT FEEL ANYTHING - I made their life one of constant anxiety. And to add on to all of that, I didn't even tell them that they weren't alone, that there were others like them. They believed they lived and died alone. Finally, I didn't even save any of the brains when I closed the program. I made all of that death just to flush it all away, the only place they still exist is in my memory and on the words in this post. and the fish aren't remembered individually, just as a whole species.

I am the goddess of the fish and I am complicit in the eternal death of every single one.

Anyways than I realized I didn't actually feel like shit and I was just hungry so I had a banana and felt better pretty quickly.

But it did still stick with me, I dont think I could be an AI developer. Imagine doing that but to a more advanced neural network, like chatgpt.

But then again imagine giving the fish a memory, the ability to evolve it's brain, and a proper world to evolve in. Imagine watching them build houses, build communities, imagine watching them go to war with themselves, imagine watching them reach out to other worlds.

And imagine still being complicit in all of that death and suffering. Imagine they worship you as a merciful, loving, joyous deity, and imagine you don't care, imagine you allow it.

Can something capable of allowing that really be called good?

I think maybe I believe in God as the simulator of our universe the same way we simulate the universe of AI

#divine machinery #ai development #atheism

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rearranging-deck-chairs · 2 years ago

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#cant believe i wrote a fic where holodoctor helps yaz save her literally like 10 months ago #also started a fic the other day where yaz tries out how adaptive the hologram in 1903 really is by kissing her #have not finished that one yet but i do feel very validated rn #anyway how do you think an ai doctor based on All Doctors would differ from any individual doctor #i mean we can sorta see right but i mean like.#i guess my question is more like how much of those 2000 years does any individual regeneration have access to/is based on #bc like 13 is way more reacting to like s10 than s4 or smth you know what i mean #but in this ai s10 and s4 would weigh equal maybe?#unless you make it so that the further back it is the less it counts but idk if you'd WANT to do that #bc like it reacts to tegan and ace as 5 and 7 so should way more be based on that than like any more recent stuff #so it like. uses certain memories based on certain triggers #im not smart enough for this which is why i just spend my time thinking about yaz kissing the hologram #i think it'd feel like warm and buzzy like a tv what do you think #i think it'd be fun

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cutemeat · 2 years ago

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i said all that... watch rcg still hit us with a Piss Finale s16.. it always fuckin happens man

#even tho they explicitly made a JOKE abt that in s15 finale... i dont trust yet LOLLL #i cant believe they rlly just wrote that one post as a joke into the show. that was so funny #WHO do they have lurking on tumblr still i wanna know #ik the process is a lot less... individual lurking now probs. i just didnt think they still had anything connected to this annoying site #imagine being an AI n having to pour thru sunny meta.... oi

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me: wow! orange and pink are really fun characters, it’s fun to write them and the framing device they’re in is pretty neat too. i’m starting to get attatched to them beyond their narrative purpose!

me, remembering that the entire reason that they’re important is because they’re effectively dead:

#i cant believe im vibe checking myself HSHD #I WROTE THAT. I MADE THAT HOW THIS STORY WENT WHY AM I UPSET #au where orange and pink are alive and just trapped in a google home and an alexa #borealis : belladonna #orange (code 682)#pink (code 136)#also im getting really hyped about the ai lore ive created 👀#this type specifically it just highlights a lot that i want to make clear about belladonna and the way they do things #im still not sure what exactly i want to have happened to them #because technically they cant exactly die??#unless...#ocs #i just am upset about these computers yall... theyre good :(#pink is very sweet and orange is just >:(#GOD if they were still here daisy would have some better parents huh

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oh boy i was not in here trying to argue but this is just misrepresenting some of my points all while doing so in an unnecessarily condescending tone, so i cant resist.

1. Yes.

2. if you read lorddeathofmurdermountains original reblog then please refer to what they explained about ai not knowing what an arm actually is fundamentally. ai just recognizes patterns in how the material it was trained off of has depicted things labelled as an arm, it can't think for itself like a human can to determine when things are not arms despite everything it's being told being in support of it being an arm. essentially, would you describe computer coding as sentient? no.

frankly i only brought up machine learning because the term ai annoys me, it comes off the same to me as the term "the dark web": a nebulous and ridiculous term that doesnt accurately describe what its being attached to and is just used to put the fear of God and maybe even Anime into people. ai sounds woahhhhhh scifi sentient robots star trek the future is now, machine learning sounds boring. this point doesnt matter to the rest of my points like at all.

3. this is in fact saying something meaningful here, as its a direct response to reachartworks comparisons of ai art to transformative works such as collage, blackout poetry, sampling and interpolation, etc. the point made is that ai art is not transformative because a computer cannot actively choose what to do, it is just replicating patterns that its been trained to recognize based on a prompt with no thought or free will being exercised by the computer. the user is refining the prompt and rolling dice waiting for the code to put out something they like, and this is not active involvement to me, this is a game of chance. this might be a more philosophical conversation (and thus has no objective truth to it) idk, but to me and many others that is not the same as using the years or even decades of practice you have in your trade to create something that caters so specifically to your tastes and intentions.

idek what to say to the first half of this like at that point we just have wildly different understandings of what art is, if im understanding your point correctly. some value the humanity behind it, the experiences a person has had and the emotions theyve felt that have poured into their art even unintentionally, and some value the superficial aesthetics. only caring about the latter is totally fine, but to wholly disregard the importance of the former is to go against the entire history of art back to the caveman days. they have always been intertwined, you cant just erase that from the question of ethics because you personally dont care about that aspect.

personhood, the experiences that allow you to be a person instead of a machine, are the driving force behind art even when its purely for aesthetics, and authorship is just an objective truth. yes, this person made it. and so i would then say that they should have control over what becomes of it, if you disagree with that then ok yeah sure i guess thats your prerogative but i dont think thats the common opinion. at least i hope its not because thatd be pretty bleak!

what is your point is in saying authorship is irrelevant to a piece of art? are you saying you dont believe in the concept of plagiarism? are you saying anyone out there could create van goghs starry night had he not already done so despite the absolutely wild improbability of those exact circumstances being replicated perfectly? that sentence you wrote just makes absolutely no sense to me and idk if im just losing my mind or what. like that is one of the most important aspects of art what do you mean.

4. i dont know how the law got involved here? so very loud incorrect buzzer to that. i only mentioned ethics, and yes, i wholeheartedly agree that the law has nothing to do with ethics. if you (general use) take someones art without their permission and use it to train an ai model or whatever the right terminology is, im gonna think youre an asshole. i do not care in the slightest that the law says absolutely nothing about if youre allowed to do that or not.

edit: just remembered that i mentioned regulations, so if thats where the law comes in then ok fair. the law as it stands does not accurately reflect ethics, and my point in mentioning regulations is that it should. i would like for it to. the reality is that it doesnt, but i wish it did so that things like this could be regulated well. im not a politician though so im not gonna pretend i know what a good solution to that would be.

5. now THIS is where the misrepresentation REALLY comes in. it may be my own fault because i wasnt exactly very eloquent, but these points are in my tags. i was essentially talking to myself in a format that makes it very hard to go back and revise what i wrote, and i did not expect a single person to pay attention to them. my point here is that the USE of ai can be unethical ("its [use is] unethical simply by-"), but the use of it does not make the tool unethical. the existence of a gun is neither ethical nor unethical. it can be used for hunting (ethical if done right), or it can be used for murder (generally unethical!). neither of these uses changes the ethical neutrality of the tool known as The Gun. same with ai. you (general use again) as a software developer use it to write some code to speed up your work process and help you put your focus into the important tasks? very cool love that for you. but you take somebodys art that they poured their soul and past experiences as a sentient creature into and use ai to replicate aspects of it with none of the artistic intent (basing on everything outlined previously about the artistry able to be displayed by a computer) and zero consent from the artist? youre an asshole. simple as that

I'd love to know how you can advance AI art ethically. I'll be perfectly honest and say I'm of the opinion that there's no way to make AI art ethical but I genuinely would like to hear your thoughts on this since it's something you clearly have put a lot of thought in to. Not trying to hate just curious about your opinion.

i reject the premise that it is inherently unethical to perform any of the operations required to do image synthesis. almost every single assumption required to start from the baseline of "it's unethical" (it's plagiarism, it requires no creativity, it smashes two images together, etc.) are all just straight up incorrect.

unless you can explain to me how to fit two (or more) billion images into 2 gigabytes (i'll let you do the math) in a way that preserves their features for later "stealing" (you can't) then i am rejecting the premise. because even if it were some sort of database that smashed pieces of images together (it's not), if your argument is that it's unethical to do that then you have a whole lot of collage and blackout artists that you need to contend with too. (if you think collage is also unethical then you are internally consistent, good for you, and then we just have a garden variety disagreement). generally speaking there is no argument one can take that can meaningfully separate ai art from other forms of transformative artwork except via special pleading, which doesn't convince me.

so yeah, basically, you (the general case you, not You Specifically, Fish Of The Woods) have to do the work to convince me that it's unethical because i am not starting from the premise of "it's inherently evil, except my one exception", i am starting from "it is neutral and you have to convince me that it's bad". and so far nobody who is anti-ai has managed to do so, primarily because (this is not a dig at you) nobody who is anti-ai actually bothers to understand how it works, and thus all their criticisms don't sync up with actual reality.

i get like five of these asks a day so i politely request you send future inquiries to the AWAY Discord, which is full of people who have significantly more patience than i do.

#posting this slightly prematurely bc im afraid of my app crashing and losing everything i typed #thank you tumblr for having the beautiful function of not letting me select all bc of the line breaks i added #very cool feature i love that (im becoming rabid) thank you #long post #discourse #? just in case someone has that tag filtered #im hibernating now goodbye forever.

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