#idk does it matter?

[hinamie]

10 years later

[gauloiseblue]

This is Price. You can't change my mind

[friendlyneighborhoodghostpal]

i’m just gonna say it i love how kaos handled orpheus and eurydice. i really did, im a huge greek mythology nerd and that story has always been about the refusal to give someone up even when you should, its not a love story its a story about grief. and i just- ah they did something really cool there didn’t they? i’m gonna rewatch the season and like properly form my opinions but i really like it.

[mythalism]

solas: uwuuu you disrupted my ritual and trapped me!!! now im stuck here and it’s all your fault wahhh poor little old me stuck in the fade in a prison that i designed myself within my realm that i created where im supremely powerful and can “casually reshape reality” with a thought and i have an anchor that lets me open rifts physically in and out of here BUT NOW IM TRAPPED!!!!! 🥺🥺😣😣😰😰

meanwhile solas:

[rendevok]

step into the light

what do you see?

my sun,

my stars

shining on me

[chakiryshka]

— Mystra would consider...forgiveness?

— She would consider what she considers to be forgiveness.

[sunlightera]

ACTUALLY speaking of the intricacies of rodimus story and character. i need to make you all eat cardboard w me.

i was thinking the other day abt how the main thing that defines rodimus all the way throughout mtmte/ll is how he is always so overwhelmingly ready to give someone a second chance. he introduces the reintegration act for drift. he lets cyclonus be a part of his crew even though its strongly advised against. when he cures the members of his crew who mutinied from being sparkeaters he says "obviously youre forgiven". megatron, scourge of the fucking galaxy, is given another chance to be good under rodimus' watch. he even spares fucking getaway, in a moment that literally REVEALS his TRUE COLORS

and i was thinking about how like. of course he would do that. he was given a second chance himself. the matrix saved his life, the most important spiritual artifact his race has, and he was a nobody from a poor town so awful it was a breeding ground for decepticon sentiment, and he had to destroy that town with his own two hands and charges he rigged. its no wonder he thinks everyone must deserve it, a second chance to be better than they were.

its also no wonder he feels like he has to prove himself or live up to some mythical idea of what a prime is or he doesnt deserve it, doesnt deserve the chance he was given. and man. i literally just want to tell him that hes so . he doesnt have to be optimus or anyone else . hes his best when hes himself because who he is is so genuinely good and warm and fun and the crew he has couldnt have come together as a family being led by anyone else. and it makes his "you may not be good but you are good enough" speech that ties together the whole comic so well even more resonant bc he is also saying this about himself. his arc is about realizing that hes good enough. sobbing on the floor

[venti-death-watch]

aventurine’s this very interesting combination of incredibly cunning, calculated, & brutal tbh while also having intense self esteem issues. he views every relationship as transactional and has no issue with using people to stay on top. he’s never left survival mode; considering his childhood, maybe he’s always been in it.

‘gilded’ describes him so well. not only is he still in a birdcage with his fancy clothes and riches covering up that he’s still in a place where he can’t escape, he also uses his persona to hide his perceived worthlessness underneath

[bloominglegumes]

i lied in my last post i have more rung. i'm thinking about old doctors and being cared about when you're not needed and more robot hugs

[ruporas]

drank too much

[ID: Digital Art of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. Vash’s body is turned slightly away from the viewer as he holds a staggering Wolfwood by his shoulder. He has one foot ahead of the other, the foot in the back used to stabilize himself from tipping over. Wolfwood is tethering into Vash, his weight pressed into him with his arms wrapped around Vash’s waist and his face is hidden away as he leans against Vash’s shoulder. Vash’s expression can be seen, his eyes wide and mouth tight-lipped, and his face is flushed red. A speech bubble comes out from Wolfwood, saying a drawled “Spikeyyy...”. The background are desaturated pastels of blue and green, showing night time, as they stand in the middle of an empty street that is also lit by the moon not depicted. Yellow light is seen coming from the inside of a saloon. End ID]

[ohhgingersnaps]

I'm seeing some frustration over fandom creatives expressing anger or distress over people feeding their work into ChatGPT. I'm not responding to OP directly because I don't want to derail their post (their intent was to provide perspective on how these models actually work, and reduce undue panic, which is all coming from a good place!), but reassurances that the addition of our work will have a negligible impact on the model (which is true at this point) does kind of miss the point? Speaking for myself, my distress is less about the practical ramifications of feeding my fic into ChatGPT, and more about the principle of someone taking my work and deliberately adding it to the dataset.

Like, I fully realize that my work is a drop in the bucket of ChatGPT's several-billion-token training set! It will not make a demonstrable practical difference in the output of the model! That doesn't change the fact that I do not want my work to be part of the set of data that the ChatGPT devs use for training.

According to their FAQ, ChatGPT can and will use user input to train itself. The terms and conditions explicitly state that they save your chats to help train and improve their models. (You can opt-out, but sharing is the default.) So if you're feeding a fic into ChatGPT, unless you've explicitly opted out, you are handing it to the ChatGPT team and giving them permission to use it for training, whether or not that was your intent.

Now, will one fic make a demonstrable difference in the output of the model? No! But as the person who spent a year and a handful of months laboring over my fic, it makes a difference to me whether my fic, specifically, is being used in the dataset. If authors are allowed to have a problem with the ChatGPT devs for scraping millions of fics without permission, they're also allowed to have a problem with folks handing their individual fics over via the chat interface.

I do want to add that if you've done this to a fic, please don't take this as me being upset with you personally! Folks are still learning new information and puzzling out what "good" vs. "bad" use is, from an ethical standpoint. (Heck, my own perspective on this is deeply based on my own subjective feelings!) And we certainly shouldn't act like one person feeding a fic into ChatGPT has the same practical negative impact, on a broad societal scale, as a team using a web crawler to scrape five billion pieces of artwork for Stable Diffusion.

The point is that fundamentally, an ethical dataset should be obtained with the consent of those providing the data. Just because it's normalized for our data to be scraped without consent doesn't make it ethical, and this is why ChatGPT gives users the option to not share data— there is actually a standardized way (robots.txt) for website servers to set policies for how bots/crawlers can interact with them, for exactly this reason— and I think fandom artists and authors are well within their rights to express a desire for opting out to be the socially-respected default within the fandom community.

[pummelingbat]

full version (⚠️GORE⚠️) under cut

this was initially supposed to be an illustration for Autopsy, but i formatted it waayyy too strangely to fit it in the book, alas. guro pinup outtake....

[cup-o-stars]

Last part for old GF sketches

(Actually, most of these aren't old at all, but their average is brought down by the last picture, which I drew back in August and kept forgetting to post)

[tojisun]

simon pining for his fwb, getting all jealous when he finds you grinding on someone else in the dance floor, so much so that he pulls you away.

you yell out his name as he tugs you out, calling out for him to stop, but simon is a quiet wall, not really listening. not really caring.

what does make him pause is the vitriol in your words, hushed, and exhausted — “i’m not your anything, simon.”

…right. that’s right.

he’s just got to show you, then, that he is more than what you think he could be. show you, then, what you’re missing out.

(callused fingers grip your waist, holding, using as leverage. his scarred lips are tugged in a snarl, grunting, rumbling.

his desire is so much bigger than himself.

uncontainable. uncontrollable.

and yet, it’s the quiet sob that wrenches itself out of his throat that makes your stomach flutter. that makes you feel the honest curl of pleasure pooling in the base of your spine.

“please,” he whispers, folding before you, bowing until his trembling breath is tickling the rise of your chest. “please.”

your fingers twitch, hesitating, then you’re bringing your hand up to curl them on the base of his hair.

“i know,” you reply, mind a numb press, suspended underneath the tides of your ecstasy. “i’ve got you, si.”)

[red-dia]

gembros......

[minthy]

bro can't even have a normal morning