#magenta media creation | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

othernaut · 7 days ago

Text

Character Creation Challenge 2025, Day 4: Corp Borg

Image Archive B6-96 doesn't exist. It isn't located on the second floor of the Southern Watchtower, between Compliance Archive II-01 and the Domain of Ceaseless Summer. No pneumatics travel there; emails never arrive. There certainly isn't a trolley full of proprietary images that have been allowed to rot in stock for six months, lacking anywhere to rest.

Jazz isn't worried. Her department, slashed to a single head, can function just fine, just like this. The lack of managerial direction after the culling doesn't concern her one bit. She hasn't been forgotten. This'll work out just fine.

(They keep finding them in drywalled offices, the bodies. Support for software that's been sunsetted for decades. Withered, single-man departments without responsibilities, without oversight, without food, without air. They drag the groaning things out into the offices by their fingernails. Security still has to walk them out, regardless of whether or not they can stand.)

Just sit back and collect a paycheck. Live the dream. But she can't even effectively freelance - can't create, can't do anything for herself - due to the clause in her contract that owns any work done on company time. And now that everyone else is gone, now that she IS the department, overtime is effectively infinite. Live the dream - unless you can't go home. Until they notice you. Until they remember you can still perform.

Trolley full of proprietary images to B6-96, which doesn't exist. The pencils have been rattling all morning in a soft and subtle earthquake that won't stop. All she has is her own initiative. And she has to make this look good.

Sneakers crunching across the old brown basement carpet as she wheels the trolley through the corridors. Techs are in today, hefting desks and drafting tables out of old offices, wheeling in server racks and PC banks pre-loaded with the latest generative image software. You can still see the long scratches on the walls where the old heads - the layout artists, the physical media guys, the ones who worked in ink and paper - were pulled screaming from their ratholes. A wisp of magenta lurches from the trolley, flickers the fluorescents neon pink for a moment; a pattern of primary color shapes, rods, and squiggles asserts itself momentarily over the carpet. There's a reason you don't let the images pile up for too long.

A heavy jolt hits the building. The lights flicker in their housing, gypsum dust rattles from the walls. Something crashes in an adjacent room; someone curses, automatic and rapid-fire, and it lasts until the lights go out for good.

A low moaning from somewhere far, far below. Motes of light, ketchup red, rise from the carpet around her sensible shoes.

She runs, barreling the trolley ahead of her like a battering ram.

Crowd around the elevators, clustered muffled bodies staring at the blinking emergency lights. Someone cracks a joke about early lunch; sensible chuckles. One of those bodies sinks wordlessly into the unlit floor, black into black, and no one even notices they're missing. Jazz thunders on, riding the inertia of her now-unstoppable snap decision. The task she had appointed herself has become her sole focus, beyond the safety training videos drilled into her year after year. Freight elevator. Her department relegated to the basement for so long that she knows the way by heart. Red light pulsing above the doorway, emergency power - still power. She skids the trolley to a slow, rumbling stop and taps the elevator open.

Inside, another person. Old winter wear, pink windbreaker, battered ski boots - possibly rentals. Wraparound mirrorshades lift to reveal terrified eyes, red-rimmed doe-leather brown. Sheer terror when Jazz eases the trolley into the elevator. He speaks something like modern Swedish, though fucked up and archaic in a way she can't really place. Seems grateful when she hits the button for the lobby. Keeps repeating that he needs to get out, get away, she thinks - she can relate. Snow melts on his shoulders as the freight elevator rumbles upwards. She can't show him the way out, not now, but she does the best she can to guide him to the front doors from the lobby. Eyes watering in a childlike confusion and gratitude, like a baby that's never been struck.

Doors ding open. Security is there, four of them, and they rush in plain and quick and efficient. Taze the stranger in a single motion and lope him out of the box, twitching and groaning. Jazz holds the elevator open with her foot, waiting for them to vacate. A wisp of an old jingle rises out of the compressed art blocks on the trolley, a memory of when there was more soda than just the one, more options than just this.

Nearly crunches over the guy's dropped wraparound shades on her way out. Something weird in the neon blue reflection: not the ceiling, a cloudy sky. Edge of a mountain. Snow coming down. She pauses, just a little, and picks them up. The perspective shifts to a ski lift rising up the edge of an otherwise familiar mountain. A quaint little lodge, winter-frosted, sits right in the heart of what would be Nekker Bell HQ main lobby. Like here, only quieter.

There are figures in the reflection, distorted and small. A snowsuited man fixes skis onto a tiny, overdressed, potatolike toddler. A smiling woman slides by, ear to an old beige-brick cellphone with a thick, wobbly antenna. Some animal leaps around in the snow, golden-furred in little booties and a knitted sweater, like a hellhound with dark, teary eyes and no miasma of hellish stench.

Snowy, achingly prosaic. Mundane.

Another rumble. The freight elevator shifts a few centimeters; something whines in the overhead mechanism. Jazz wheels the trolley through the doors, out into the overlapping shadows and light of the lobby floor. Tucks the shades into her T-shirt, glass in, cold against her feverish skin. A trio of first responders lean against the curve of the front desk, trading indistinguishable gossip, plain and casual, with two of the five receptionists even as the floor shifts and shudders.

Still got shit to do.

*****

Savings: 111¤ Role: Designer Works for: Nekker Bell Traits: Knowledge 20 (3), Flexibility 13 (1), Integrity 13 (1), Hard Skills 7 (-1), Soft Skills 15 (2) Hit Points: 4 Undos: 1

Assets: Just a shirt and jeans (no damage reduction, -2DR for Flexibility tests), Pen (d3 weapon, at max damage it embeds, Flexibility or Hard Skills DR12 to pull it out and do 1 bleed for 1d4 rounds), Backpack (7 items), Bag of coffee additives, 26-day-old sandwich (it's fine) Incantations: Intern Descend (Summon d4 faithful interns, no armor, d2 scratch, worthless) Artifact: Sketchbook (sketch a location to teleport there, roll a d6; 1-2 the sketch is bad and it doesn't work, 3-4 the sketch is okay and it teleports somewhere else, 5-6 the sketch is workable and it functions as intended)

Complicated past: Family curse (soul's mortgaged from birth) Yearnings: Purity (longs to do ART, ACTUAL FUCKING ART) Reason to work in corporation: A grave mistake (artist wants paycheck, the beartrap closes) Reaction to stress: None (just another day in paradise)

Name: Jazz (like the old dixie cup pattern)

*****

I do like a bit of corporate horror. Severance got hold of me hard for a bit; I've always liked the bits of the SCP Foundation that focused on the odd interactions of the anomalous with a normal office building. Corp Borg files that mundane inhumanity into the framework of Mork Borg, and at first it looked like an awkward fit, making nostalgic and, at times, hilarious Mork Borg's ever-present feeling of grinding, inescapable doom. But as someone who's put time in the customer service mines, "grinding, inescapable doom" is a sensation that well fits the vibe in every modern office. And hey, we like lateral moves, here at the reeling edge of culture.

Corp Borg looks and rolls pretty much precisely like Mork Borg; the colorways are identical, the flashy zine-style aesthetics, the assumption that you know what the hell the book is on about when it says "d6 laptop, 50% chance to inflict code-madness for d3 rounds". Fresh new vinyl flesh poured onto the skeleton of Mork Borg; if you know Mork Borg, you know how this thing works. Which sounds on first blush like a faint condemnation, but Mork Borg is a masterpiece of design, and saying that a thing looks and feels just like it is plaintext praise.

That said, the vibes are... kind of off. Corp Borg can slide too hard into the "horror" side of "corporate horror", treating the fluorescent lights and open-plan offices as set dressing for the capitalist demons that carry the weight of the thing's professed awfulness. Part of what appeals to me about corporate horror is that the corporate part is in every way exactly as horrific as the horror part, only in an insidious, achingly slow way - the horror not of a monster peeling off your skin but of willingly lining up, day after day, to have it abraded down to the muscle layer by the gentle scrub of the office-standard belt sander.

(The reason I got out of the customer service mines was that I had one real, good conversation with a co-worker where she revealed a lot about herself and her personality. We had a lot of similar tastes and opinions; she said I reminded her a lot of herself when she started. She had been ground down to a cynical nub, immediately expecting everyone she met to be stupid, irrational and stubborn. She accepted that her day was going to be misery and the paycheck was just enough of a balm to keep her in it. There was no life in those eyes. Two weeks submitted days later.)

That said, there's enough stuff in Corp Borg that you can assemble the pieces into whatever flavor of corporate sundae you're after - if you think coffee Madonnas and stapler fights are too ridiculous, you can play around with endless overtime, with the slow grinding shift of the mutation tables, with the end of the world delivered by email daemon hot and fresh every morning (and please do not reply).

One thing I will unconditionally laud is the starter adventure in the back of the book (which is excellent, and banks on impostor syndrome as its main mechanism of fear, which I adore) and, crucially, beautifully, the solo play rules. I am pleased beyond expression that not only are solo play rules included right in the book, but that it's comprehensive, well thought out, and comes with delightful flowcharts, exceptions and thematic justification. This is a thing I want to praise loudly until it blossoms into a trend, and it's the thing that elevates Corp Borg from a "huh, neat" to something I'm probably going to reference over and over again on bored work nights.

Next up: A careworn dream of the future.

#character creation challenge #new year new character #corp borg #mork borg #tabletop rpg #corporate horror #i am never going back from wfh you can't make me #i will actually fight you

2 notes · View notes

lumilasi · 1 year ago

Text

Couple of Mirror World Deities that appear sometimes.

( I still don't have better name for the world Night City Parlor takes place in ugh)

I actually just repurposed an old character for the Soul Eater King, as Amaros fit in that role so well. I only minorly adjusted his design too. There is a third one, but I'm somewhat stuck with his design still so I decided to just post these two already. (Spectra I'd also made long time ago, but never got around to fully realize her design until now lol)

More info below:

ABOUT SHAELL:

He is basically near immortal, because anyone who'd try to kill him would have to go through all the hundreds of thousands of lifetimes of the Soul Eaters that have passed and joined his collective consciousness. (Basically, someone would have to kill him hundreds of thousands of times, and killing him just once would be a monumental task)

Not all Soul Eaters join the collective, many choose to do so as sort of a second cycle of their lives, but others prefer just passing on completely. Majority of S.E see joining it as important part of the cycle/an honor

Shaell can reject souls from joining if he wants to, this sometimes happens as a punishment. He also only forces someone to join as another type of punishment, usually the choice is up to the person themselves

Over his existence, he's had plenty of brief romances and companionship with mortals/non-deities essentially. His current one is a Vigour Spirit called Helias

Shaell is associated with purple guiding star as well as purple/magenta crystals that are said to grant Soul Eater powers to those who aren't ones by birth.

Some Soul eaters are his descendants - and even some non-soul eaters - but large majority are the children of the first few who gained this power through his crystals.

The most notable character directly connected to him is in-fact a non-Soul eater called Azul Samaros/Knight, who, alongside his brother Reuben, are his direct descendants.

ABOUT SPECTRA

Spectra, being the Deity of children, appears in a lot of media aimed at kids in the Mirror world; tales, storybooks, schoolbooks, classroom art, art supplies, etc.

She is often the animated guide for textbooks to children, where a small figure of her hops around and tells you important facts if you tap the images on paper, or helps you find the correct page.

Her Nightmare form is something she uses when protecting herself/protecting others from a threat. Her hair mouths can devour magic or just straight up eat things. She can change their size and length at will

The most notable character connected to her are Gouken Shura and Helias, both Vigour Spirits created by her. Their appearances and names are dictated by her at birth, though they can change it later if they wish so, and she generally encourages her creations to go out into the world to discover themselves as what she's created is just the starting point.

She tends to hang around Shaell to keep an eye on him, given one of her creations has caught his interest and she's a bit wary of him

Spectra is an older being than Shaell, even if she seems younger.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #ocs #oc illustration #lumi's chaotic creations #lumi's art scribbles #Night city parlor #Shaell Amaros #Spectra #Deity #deity #oc redesign #oc reference #oc info #Starknight

8 notes · View notes

longcatmedia · 1 year ago

Text

Little announcement! Our esteemed listener Alex has set up r/MockeryManor over on Reddit. This is a space for listeners to discuss all aspects of Mockery Manor, the Magenta Cinematic Universe™ and any other Long Cat Media creations.

We've opted not to get involved, so that listeners can speak freely without us loitering threateningly. But we'd really like it to become an active community, so please do head on over to Reddit and join the conversation!

#mockery manor #go and talk mockery on reddit

3 notes · View notes

creativeedgeblog · 6 days ago

Text

GENERATIVE AI

Imagine a world where machines serve as creators. In this scenario, computers generate stunning images, compose music, craft engaging narratives, and establish legal frameworks. This exemplifies the transformative impact of Generative AI, a form of artificial intelligence that is reshaping technological capabilities.

Generative AI encompasses systems capable of producing new and original content, including images, music, coherent text, and functional software code. This contrasts sharply with traditional AI, which primarily focuses on analysis, categorization, and prediction. Advances in machine learning have paved the way for new types of neural networks, which continuously adapt to enhance performance and explore new application areas. This blog aims to elucidate the workings of generative AI, along with its advantages, disadvantages, and potential future contributions to the digital landscape.

How Generative AI Works Generative AI is founded on deep learning, a subset of machine learning that mimics human brain functions in processing information. Deep learning models are trained on extensive datasets, enabling them to detect patterns, comprehend relationships, and generate outputs that closely mirror human-generated content.

Key Components Neural Networks Generative AI utilizes advanced computational systems known as neural networks, including Generative Adversarial Networks (GANs) and transformer models. GANs consist of two components: a generator that produces new data and a discriminator that assesses the realism of the generated data, leading to mutual enhancement over time. Models such as OpenAI's GPT leverage attention mechanisms to process sequential data effectively, making them adept at generating text, images, and audio.

Training Data Generative models acquire knowledge from diverse sources such as text, images, videos, music, and various other data types. The quality and variety of this data significantly influence the output.

Latent Space Representation During the training phase, the AI learns to represent data within a lower-dimensional space known as latent space. This allows the model to produce multiple variations of the original data by navigating this space, resulting in new content that may rival or even surpass human creativity.

Applications of Generative AI Generative AI is revolutionizing various fields, altering work patterns and fostering innovation.

Text Creation Chatbots and virtual assistants, such as OpenAI’s ChatGPT and Google Bard, facilitate seamless interactions by answering questions and assisting with tasks through generative AI. This technology automatically generates content ranging from blog posts and marketing materials to social media captions while ensuring quality and contextual relevance. Additionally, screenwriters and novelists utilize AI for brainstorming plot ideas and co-authoring narratives.

Image and Video Production Tools such as DALL·E 3 and MidJourney enable the creation of extraordinary images by simply inputting text prompts. Artists employ these tools for idea generation and as initial drafts in their creative processes. Advanced generative AI and 3D editing also enhance video content and, in some instances, assist in the development of virtual environments.

Music and Sound Production Generative models like OpenAI’s MuseNet and Google’s Magenta can create new music across various styles, providing boundless creative opportunities for musicians and directors. AI-generated soundscapes are increasingly utilized in video games and film sound design.

Code Development Tools such as GitHub Copilot and Tabnine improve the coding experience by identifying errors and generating initial scripts for developers. Generative AI also optimizes automated software testing by producing test cases, enhancing quality assurance processes.

Gaming and Virtual Worlds AI-generated characters, narratives, and environments significantly enrich gaming experiences. Platforms like NVIDIA Omniverse employ AI to rapidly create immersive virtual worlds.

Advantages of Generative AI Generative AI offers numerous benefits across various sectors.

Increased Creativity and Productivity Generative AI fosters creativity by enabling professionals to express ideas, design, and automate routine tasks. Marketers can efficiently develop advertising campaigns, while musicians can explore innovative sounds.

Personalized Recommendations It provides tailored suggestions based on individual preferences, offering customized recommendations for products or designs. For instance, a clothing brand might showcase unique apparel designs, while an online retail platform can deliver personalized shopping experiences.

Accelerated Innovation Generative AI reduces the time and costs related to idea generation and product development. Startups and researchers can more easily brainstorm new concepts and focus on enhancing their innovations.

Challenges and Limitations Despite its considerable potential, generative AI presents several challenges.

Ethical Concerns Misinformation can disseminate false narratives and mislead individuals about AI-generated content, such as deepfakes.

Resource-Intensive Generative models demand substantial computational resources and extensive datasets for training and operation, often rendering them prohibitively expensive for smaller organizations.

Necessity for Human Oversight While capable of producing impressive results, generative AI often lacks contextual understanding, leading to inaccuracies or subpar outcomes. Human oversight is essential to ensure quality and accuracy.

The Future of Creative Design with AI Generative AI is rapidly evolving, with significant advancements expected soon.

Multimodal AI Future models will effectively integrate text, images, audio, and video, enhancing versatility. For example, a single prompt could enable an AI to generate an entire short film by producing the script, characters, visuals, and music. To Lean More...

#AI #GENERATIVE AI

0 notes

blackdemonfoxshayerahart · 9 days ago

Text

VOMC Spirit Species Part 1

Meet the Amourous Demons! They can sense friendship/love from seeing invisible pink clouds and feed on it!

Features:

Pink, Magenta, Light Pink, or Light Red Skin

Can have almost any eye color (but rarely have white scelera)

All Have Eyebags Under their Eyes

Can have 1-3 horns

All have big hand-arms

All have heart shaped tails

Can have Black or White or Pink hair (or both)

Can have Pink, Light Purple, Mixed Color, Red, Orange, And/or Yellow Irises

All have snake like forked tongues

Are Goblin/Puppy Like in appearance

!!!Original Species (Not exactly lol) Alert!!!

Sha Daemons! These critters are a creation of the lord of Chaos, Sutekh/Set and reside on the Infernal Planet, Tricities in Hell! They are War daemons, but are not inherently violent, but moreso mischevious!

They all have red skin/fur inherently, but can have white, dark red, gray, or black markings!

They have no set gender, all are inherently nonbinary but may identify as female, male, etc, such as my oc here, who identifies as female:

All names end in "Sha" since they are each daemonic Sha.

Hair can be Black, Pink, or Silver, but most are inherently born with Black or Black and Gold hair to highlight their origins.

Horns can be solid red, red and white, solid black, black and white, silver and white, silver, dark brownish red, dark brick brown, and more colors!

Can have any eye color, but must have dark scelera

All resemble Set/Sutekh in some way and are dog/aardvark like in appearance.

All are free to draw, use, or make, just @ me or lmk so I can see your creation!

Succubi and Incubi

Both have no set gender, however Incubi are lower class, while Succubi are the Ruling Class.

Both have Anthro Animal forms that resemble mish mashes of other animals (take Illian's wolf like form with snake fangs and bat wings, for example). This is due to Lamashtu being the mother of all Succubi/Incubi.

All feed on sexual energy.

Both have humanoid forms that have animal feet, bird or bat wings, horns, and long tails.

Illian's form :

Illian's Alternate Form:

Hellcats and Hellhounds

Hellcats and Hellhounds are Protectors/Guardians of Hodyas/Hell. They are high ranking.

Hellcats can resemble any feline, but only a feline. Hellhounds resemble any canine, but only canines. Both are anthropomorphic.

Hellhound Subspecies:

Icarus Hellhounds (Succubi/Incubi + Hellhound)

Collossal Hellhounds (These resemble otachi and other Kaiju from popular media, mixed with canine)

Cerberus (The original Hellhound species. Originally began as 3 tiny spirit shards of Naberius, Cerberus's son. All have 2-3 heads)

Black Shuck (Just regular black canine like demons with red eyes)

Terrestrial Demons/Aka Infernal Lechies

Creations of the Demigod Baphomet + Multiple Leshies.

All Resemble Very fat and Hairy goats with tealight to long candles on their foreheads. All have naturey fur colors.

Since the Summerlands do not have a Caste system and have royalty that function more as a democracy, they are not in any rank.

They help guard the flora and fauna of planet Summerland in the Infernal Realm!

0 notes

aicreatemusic · 3 months ago

Text

AI Create Music

AI-generated music has undergone significant development in recent years, driven by advancements in machine learning, deep learning, and neural networks. These technologies enable machines to compose, produce, and perform music in various styles, offering new tools for artists, composers, and the music industry as a whole.

Development of AI Music Creation

Early Developments: The exploration of AI in music dates back several decades, with early experiments in algorithmic composition. Early systems used rule-based approaches and simple algorithms to generate musical patterns.

Machine Learning Advances: The introduction of machine learning techniques, particularly recurrent neural networks (RNNs) and long short-term memory (LSTM) networks, allowed for more sophisticated music generation. These models can analyze existing music to learn patterns and structures, enabling them to create new compositions.

Generative Adversarial Networks (GANs): GANs have also been applied in music generation, allowing for the creation of high-quality musical samples by training two neural networks: a generator and a discriminator.

Integration with User Input: Recent developments have focused on interactive AI systems that allow users to input parameters, genres, or styles, resulting in personalized music compositions. This has expanded the possibilities for music creation and collaboration between humans and machines.

AI-Assisted Composition Tools: Several platforms now offer AI tools that assist composers in generating melodies, harmonies, and even lyrics. These tools enable musicians to enhance their creativity and streamline the composition process.

Notable Companies in AI Music Creation

OpenAI: Known for developing MuseNet and Jukedeck, OpenAI has created AI models capable of composing music in various styles and genres, incorporating complex musical structures.

Amper Music: Amper is a platform that allows users to create original music using AI, providing customizable music compositions for various media projects.

AIVA (Artificial Intelligence Virtual Artist): AIVA specializes in composing classical music and soundtracks using AI, and its technology has been utilized in film and video games.

Google Magenta: Part of Google’s research initiative, Magenta focuses on developing open-source tools and models for music generation, allowing artists and developers to experiment with AI in music.

LANDR: LANDR offers AI-driven music creation tools and mastering services, helping musicians enhance their production process.

DistroKid: While primarily a music distribution service, DistroKid has started incorporating AI tools for musicians to generate music and streamline their creative workflows.

Alysia: A songwriting assistant that uses AI to help users write lyrics and melodies, making the songwriting process more accessible.

Endlesss: A collaborative music creation platform that integrates AI to facilitate real-time music jamming and creation among users.

These companies and technologies reflect the growing intersection of AI and music, providing innovative solutions for composers and transforming the way music is created and experienced.

#AICreateImage

0 notes

amairadutta · 6 months ago

Text

Generative AI In Finance

Introduction

As Indian generative AI has been progressing, let’s take a look at its impact on the financial sector and how it is boosting the Indian economy. Generative artificial intelligence (AI) in India is rapidly advancing across various sectors, leveraging technologies like generative adversarial networks (GANs) and variation autoencoders (VAEs). This technology holds promise in enhancing creativity, enabling data synthesis, and transforming industries such as art, entertainment, and content creation. With increasing adoption, India is poised to harness generative AI’s capabilities to drive innovation and efficiency across its diverse economic landscape.

How Gen AI is Boosting the Indian Economy

The generative artificial intelligence market is driven by funding amounts of key players like OpenAI, NVIDIA Deep Learning, and Google (Magenta, DeepDream). Market indicators include overall market size and industry-specific metrics, reflecting rapid growth and innovation in AI technologies globally.

India’s rapidly growing economy aims to become the world’s third-largest by 2027, with generative AI playing a vital role in achieving this goal. Forecasted to potentially add $359-438 billion to GDP by 2030, Gen AI could boost annual growth by 0.9-1.1% over seven years. Key sectors such as business services, finance, transportation, education, retail, and healthcare stand to benefit most from AI’s productivity and efficiency enhancements. Essential to unlocking this potential is increased investment in AI research, education, and regulatory frameworks that ensure safety and inclusivity.

How Gen AI is Enhancing the Financial Sector

Generative AI in financial services promises significant growth, potentially increasing sectoral GVA by 22%-26%, adding $66-80 billion by 2030. It enhances underwriting, fraud detection, and risk management through AI-driven bots and real-time analytics. Gen AI also improves customer interfaces, boosts operational efficiency, and transforms banking with AI-driven chatbots, virtual assistants, and SEO-optimized content. It streamlines knowledge management, and software development, ensures compliance, and enables personalized customer profiling using synthetic data.

What are the use cases of Gen AI in banking

The following use cases highlight how generative AI is transforming banking operations by improving efficiency, accuracy, and customer engagement while addressing specific challenges in the financial sector.

1. Credit Risk Assessment:

Generative AI betters credit risk assessment by analyzing vast datasets to create precise credit scoring models. This improves loan approval rates and enables banks to serve a broader customer base. Early Warning Systems (EWS) in banks and financial institutions use AI for real-time monitoring. They analyze external data like news, social media, and regulatory filings to detect risks. Credit Risk Models then update Credit Scores based on EWS data, proactively managing credit risk exposure.

2. Chatbots for Customer Service:

AI-driven chatbots provide 24/7 customer support with natural language understanding, handling tasks like account inquiries and transactions efficiently. They improve customer satisfaction and operational efficiency. AI-driven chatbots from HDFC Bank, ICICI Bank, Bank of America’s “Erica,” and HSBC’s “Amy” provide 24/7 customer support with natural language understanding, enhancing operational efficiency and satisfaction. SBI’s chatbot, SIA, similarly improves customer service through AI technology.

3. Fraud Detection:

Generative AI-powered systems monitor transactions in real time to detect and prevent fraudulent activities. They adapt to new data, reducing false positives and ensuring secure banking transactions. McKinsey’s generative AI virtual expert provides tailored answers and can scan transactions for red flags, influencing risk decisions and detecting fraud in real time.

4. Algorithmic Trading:

AI analyzes market data to generate algorithms for automated trading decisions. This improves trading efficiency, minimizes risks, and enables banks to explore new trading strategies. Banks like South Indian Bank and ICICI are increasingly interested in automating investments using AI in banking services.

5. Gen AI Chatbots for Personalized Marketing:

AI analyzes customer data to personalize marketing campaigns and product recommendations. This increases engagement, drives conversions, and enhances customer loyalty. SBI, India’s leading public sector bank, is advancing with NextGen Data Warehouse and Data Lake implementations. They are exploring new partnerships with fin-techs and NBFCs for co-lending. The upcoming YONO app version will focus on AI/ML-driven hyper-personalization, enhancing customer experiences with innovative product offerings.

6. Wealth Management and Portfolio Optimization:

AI analyzes financial data to recommend optimal investment strategies and asset allocations in real time. This improves client satisfaction and operational scalability for wealth management services. Indian fin-tech companies like Paytm Money and Zerodha use Generative AI to offer personalized investment recommendations based on individual risk profiles and financial goals.

7. Anti-Money Laundering (AML):

Generative AI analyzes transaction data and customer profiles to detect suspicious activities and comply with regulatory requirements. It enhances accuracy in identifying money laundering risks and maintains trust with regulatory bodies. HSBC’s “Ava” system uses generative AI to detect money laundering with 65% higher accuracy than traditional systems. Prudential employs generative models from CognitiveScale to analyze unstructured data, improving risk assessment accuracy by up to 50%.

Conclusion

Gen AI adoption in Indian banking faces challenges like misinformation risks, data security concerns, infrastructure demands, and copyright issues. Policymakers must establish regulatory frameworks ensuring fairness, transparency, and data privacy while promoting innovation. Sandbox testing and compliance with AI regulations are crucial for safe implementation. Organizations must enhance awareness of risks, establish clear guidelines, align with regulations like the EU AI Act, and develop expertise in risk management and compliance for effective deployment.

Author : Exito

#artificial intelligence #gen ai #finance

0 notes

blameyana · 2 years ago

Text

Fandom

Week 9 Presentation

The digital world today changes how fans communicate with each other, even with their favourite celebrities. Fandom went from only viewing fandom materials (watching a film or reading a book) to participating in the fandom itself. This brings to the creation of fanfictions and fan art. Social media platforms enable people to form connections with others, either of the same fandom or those of other fandoms. Fandoms give a sense of belonging. What else is better than a group of people who understands you and what you like, who accepts you for who you are?

Fandoms have now allowed their fans to be a part of them, especially in the creation of new media or to determine the outcome of something. In Formula E, fans are able to provide their favourite drivers with extra ‘power’ during racing. This concept has been introduced by International Automobile Federation (FIA). This concept was introduced to give fans the opportunity to determine the outcome of the race. Fans get to vote for their driver of choice before the race through the Formula E website. Whenever the FanBoost is being used by the driver, it can be seen through the Halo head-protection device, with the Halo glowing in magenta. Not only does this show that fans play a part in fandom, but it also brings more attention to the sport (FanBoost 2022).

Creating materials of fandom, such as writing fanfiction and creating fan art give fans a sense of satisfaction as they get to change or modify existing materials according to how they want them to be. The creation of materials contributes to the revising of storytelling in a fan community (Wiatrowski n.d.). There are many platforms that allow fans to write fanfictions on, the most popular one would be Archive of Our Own. This site hosts over 10 million fanfictions from various fandoms. The most popular platform for fan art would be DeviantArt. This shows that fandom promotes creativity in fans. Some might even say that investing your time in fandoms is a hobby.

Why should you be a fan of something? Well, why not? It’s simply fun being a part of something that you consider is part of your identity.

References:

FanBoost 2022, Formula E Wiki, viewed 8 December 2022, <https://formulae.fandom.com/wiki/FanBoost>.

Wiatrowski, M n.d., The dynamics of Fandom: exploring fan communities in online spaces, Academia.edu, viewed 1 December 2022, <https://www.academia.edu/491940/The_Dynamics_of_Fandom_Exploring_Fan_Communities_in_Online_Spaces>.

#MDA20009 #Week9

3 notes · View notes

wizardoutofoz · 4 years ago

Note

You're an art teacher, right? Do you know why schools teach red, yellow, blue as the primary colors? Everything ends up muddy when mixing because the true primaries (when mixing pigments) are cyan, yellow, and magenta.

I have answered this 3 times and accidentally deleted it.

You have asked for deep art teacher wisdom. I may be expelled from the ancient order for revealing this information, but I shall risk it.

So we teach using the shades of red blue and yellow that we do because...

Most basic kits for most media come in the 6-7 colors of the rainbow, traditionally not including cyan as the specific shade of blue, and magenta isn’t even on the rainbow.

Since basic kits are cheaper and work, we use RYB.

It is worth noting however, that color names are very far from precise, and often cover a wide umbrella of hues. Most people who last thought about color theory in elementary school would look at Cyan and identify it as Blue, and Magenta is just the Purple side of Red. CMY is basically just a slightly more precise description of which blue and which red to use for the brightest results. Really “true” primaries don’t exist. Any three shades that can be combined to create a passible version of the other five count as primary. (Pigment primaries at least, light primaries are different, and a subtractive method)

But why are basic kits always these colors, and rarely different shades? Why not just make basic crayon kits optimized for mixing in the first place? Why out of the infinite stops it is possible to make on the visual spectrum, do we name just 7 to our basic depiction of ALL THE COLORS?

It’s Issac Newton’s fault.

When he was coming up with his theory for the visual spectrum of color all being facets of white light, which is broken into different wavelengths, he identified 7 colors.

He did this because he was a man of science but also very Christian. He believed that the world must be ordered according to a divine plan, and he was merely discovering mechanisms within creation. Quantum theory would have broken him, and he would ENTIRELY DESERVE IT FOR SHOEHORNING IN INDIGO JUST SO THE NUMBER OF COLORS WOULD BE RELIGIOUSLY SIGNIFICANT.

Before him there were many theories on how color worked, but since his dumb theory of light turned out to be correct we have 7 colors of the rainbow.

Well 6 colors and FUCKING INDIGO. (Indigo was a dye. It was used to dye denim. So it’s blue-jeans colored. We use synthetic dye now, but the process of creating the dye was wildly toxic, and the slaves forced to carry it out had some of the highest fatality rates amongst plantations as a result- and there wasn’t far to fall as you can imagine). No one used it as a color word before Newton, and it unbalances the color wheel, and why yes I do plan to die on this hill, what tipped you off?

Anyways, that’s why basic set ups use rainbow colors, and we are not taught cyan and magenta as basic color words, unless you go into digital art or printing normally. Also magenta isn’t scientifically its own color, it’s a mix of the shortest (red) and longest (violet) wavelengths, and our brain interprets the contrast as somewhere in between the two.

Anyways I usually throw any colored pencils that will create halfway decent secondary color at my high schoolers and am grateful if there’s enough to go around. So believe me cyan and magenta feature.

Thanks for asking! I’m sorry I’m a terrible over-explainer

2 notes · View notes

sanderssidesfanfiction · 5 years ago

Text

Royal Growing Pains - Chapter Four

A/N: I can see that I’ve gained quite a few followers for this particular story over the past week since I posted chapter three! I just want to say welcome, and I hope you enjoy the ride!

Warnings: Homophobia, transphobia, misgendering, sympathetic Deceit

Royal Growing Pains Tag

Roman climbed in the car, where Damien was already waiting. He appeared to have finally gotten some of his voice back, because he said, “You look good.”

“Thank you,” Roman said. “I much prefer jeans and a t-shirt to any dress I’ve had to wear, ever.”

“Understandable, but I wasn’t referring to your clothes,” Damien said. “You’re holding your head high, your shoulders are back and squared, and your voice is more confident and more compassionate at once. You come across as...well...regal.”

“I’m acting like a prince, you mean?” Roman asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“I...suppose so,” Damien said with a sheepish grin. “It does sound silly, doesn’t it?”

“Only a little,” Roman laughed. “It’s easy to forget that people see you as royalty sometimes, until it’s thrown in your face. Because I don’t feel any different than any of my other, non-royal friends.”

“True. We’re all human at the end of the day,” Damien agreed. “And human nature seems to be forgetting that fact.”

Roman laughed as they drove into town, and Damien asked, “So, a paint bar? Or grabbing art supplies?”

“I think I’d rather just get the art supplies,” Roman said. “That way, we can save whatever materials we don’t use for a later date.”

Damien nodded. “Sounds good,” he agreed. “Virgil, do you know where the art store is?”

Virgil sighed. “Yes, I’ll take you there, but I won’t be happy about it. And if you get paint splatter everywhere again, I will be telling your parents how your clothes got ruined.”

“It’s nothing a little rubbing alcohol and laundry detergent couldn’t fix,” Damien protested.

Roman snickered. “Not much of an artist, then?” he asked.

“I will admit I have had...multiple issues when it comes to art supplies. It wasn’t just the glitter when I was young,” Damien said.

“Yeah, he tried pottery, painting, dry media, wet media, any and everything, right down to graphite pencils and later, photography. He always ends up covered in something,” Virgil piped up.

Damien sighed. “Thank you, Virgil, for enlightening Roman to my shortcomings.”

“You’re welcome!” Virgil responded brightly.

“No, I—” Damien cut himself short. “You know what? Fine. Whatever.”

Roman laughed as they pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. “Oh, come on, Damien, it’s funny! And it’s nice to know that you’re not perfect.”

Damien rolled his eyes and they made their way inside the store, Virgil beside them all the while, glancing around. “I’ll let you take the lead on finding paints,” Damien said. “I assume you’d know far more about what is and isn’t a good paint brand from experience. Just bear in mind that I’m a beginner, so please be kind and explain art jargon if I ask?”

“Of course,” Roman said with a smile. “I’m always willing to explain to someone who wants to learn! Remus and I used to talk about the things we had learned from different experiments in our preferred arts. I enjoyed painting and drawing, mostly different scenes of places I’d been or would like to go. Remus preferred writing. Often violent, gruesome, and dark stories, but it made him happy whenever he thought of something new. We’d swap creations and tell each other what we liked about them. I miss those days...It’s not that we couldn’t do it anymore, but we have less time to pursue our passion projects.”

“I know the feeling,” Damien sighed. “I am pursuing a degree in History, but I would love to teach philosophy, given half the chance.”

“Really?” Roman asked in mild surprise. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Most people don’t,” Damien replied easily. “But I loved reading about philosophy ever since I was a young child.”

“Huh,” Roman said. “The more you know.”

“Indeed,” Damien said. “Now. The paints?”

“Oh! Right,” Roman said, heading further inside the store in the general direction he thought the paints might be. Damien gave him an amused smile and Roman rolled his eyes. “Shut up. You’ve been distracted by conversation before, surely?”

“I will admit to nothing,” Damien said simply, but he was smirking.

“That’s basically saying yes,” Roman informed him.

“Ah, but it is not a definitive answer,” Damien pointed out.

Roman rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at Damien. Damien laughed. “Not very princely behavior,” he teased.

“It’s just us here, no one has to say anything,” Roman shot back.

Damien’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Ah, but what if I want to? You may have to buy my silence.”

“Oh yeah? And how would I do that?” Roman asked.

Damien smiled enigmatically.

“Oh come on, that’s mean!” Roman laughed. “Tell me!”

Damien’s eyes looked around conspiratorially, before he whispered in Roman’s ear, “Get us to lose the chaperone.”

Roman looked at Damien in surprise, and Damien just smirked back. Roman looked around, noticing one of the smaller aisles that had children’s art supplies. He grabbed Damien’s hand and ran down the aisle while Virgil looked behind them, and then sprinted down the back of the store until they reached the paints. Roman looked around, smirking. “Not bad, eh? And we got where we were going!”

Damien grinned. “Oh, Virgil is going to kill us both.”

Roman laughed. “It was your idea! I’m innocent!”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Damien said, nodding.

Roman laughed, looking at the different paints the store had to offer. “What do you think, oil or acrylic?”

“Don’t oil paints require paint thinner to use?” Damien asked.

“In some cases,” Roman agreed. “So maybe not oil today. I should probably make sure that you can paint at all before I bring out the fancy supplies.”

“There’s also watercolors,” Damien pointed out.

Roman shrugged. “True, but those are very tricky to use as well. If you’re not careful, you could wind up with mud as a picture.”

“Acrylic it is, then,” Damien said, walking up next to Roman. “Which brand should we get, and how much paint would we need?”

“A starter’s kit for each of us should be enough for now,” Roman said. “They have a deceptive amount of paint in them. Or, if you want something bigger, we could invest in tubes of cyan, magenta, and yellow. That’s how you can mix more vibrant colors.”

Damien hummed. “I think that if we’re going to be spending some time away from your art supplies, we should get the larger tubes, if only so you have more to work with. Cyan, magenta, and yellow? Should we get black and white as well for shades and tints?”

“Probably a good idea. I’m impressed with your knowledge of terminology,” Roman said.

Damien waved him off. “Trust me, Your Highness, the terminology is about all I’m good at when it comes to art.”

Roman laughed, just as Virgil dashed into the aisle. “You!” he exclaimed, pointing at the two of them. “You two are in huge trouble!”

“Uh-oh, he found us,” Damien stage-whispered, and Roman snickered.

Virgil stalked over, breath heaving in his chest. “Do you two have any idea how terrified I was when I turned back around and you weren’t there?!”

“Virgil, we’re not toddlers, that tactic won’t work on us,” Damien said, arching an unimpressed eyebrow.

Virgil’s nostrils flared. “I thought the two of you were about to be seriously hurt. It’s my job to look out for the two of you and you treat it like it’s a game to get away from me when any number of people out here could be waiting for a chance to kill you.”

Roman felt just a tiny bit guilty. “We weren’t trying to make your job harder Virgil, we just...wanted some privacy.”

Virgil looked between them. Damien’s face revealed nothing, and Roman shrugged as if to say, What else do you want from me?

“Next time you want to make out, at least tell me where you’ll be making your attempt so I can make sure no one’s coming over,” Virgil growled.

“We will, Virgil, rest assured,” Damien said.

Roman sputtered. “We weren’t trying to make out!” he protested.

Virgil shrugged. “Why else would you want privacy?”

“We could be sharing secrets, or just want a moment to talk by ourselves without worrying about anyone else overhearing, for any reason! We don’t immediately go to the gutter when you’re not around!”

“Just immediately, hm?” Virgil asked.

“I...no! No, that is not what I meant and you know it!” Roman protested.

Damien and Virgil were both smirking to various degrees and Roman huffed. “You’re both being incredibly mean,” he growled. “And if that continues, you’ll both end up covered in paint by the end of the day.”

Virgil’s smirk dropped but Damien just shrugged. “It wouldn’t be the first time,” he simply said.

“But it would be the last,” Virgil warned. “Because I’m not getting in trouble for you being covered in paint, and I would never allow you near art supplies again.”

Damien held his hands up in surrender. “All right, all right, I’m done.”

“You promise?” Roman pressed.

“Yes, yes, I promise. If it means I get the chance to paint with you, then I won’t push this subject any further.”

Roman smiled, and proceeded to pick out some beginner’s acrylic paint, grabbed two brush sets, and then asked, “Mixed media paper, or canvas, do you think?”

“Canvas,” Damien said. “Much easier for me to work with a bigger surface that is very clearly not a table.”

Roman laughed. “Okay, then. Canvas.”

“Maybe easels, too? We could do some on-site painting with those,” Damien pointed out. “And we have quite the scenery at the base of the mountain. It could be fun.”

“Sure,” Roman agreed. “Do you not have any easels remaining after your painting escapades?”

Damien coughed. “Well...my parents may or may not have tried to deter me from future endeavors by not keeping the materials around.”

Roman giggled. “Oh, it was really that bad?”

“Hush, you’re hardly one to talk,” Damien said. “You have plenty of embarrassing stories, too.”

“True, but they’re not relevant to this conversation,” Roman chirped.

Damien glared at Roman. “Traitor,” he muttered.

Roman just offered him a grin in response. Damien glanced away and gravitated towards a sign that said the easels were in that aisle. Roman followed, paint in hand, and Virgil trailed behind them again. Damien picked out two smaller easels, and then turned to Roman. “Canvases?” he asked.

“Right,” Roman said.

They grabbed a pack of canvases and went to the front of the shop and rang everything up. Once they had everything in the car, Virgil looked at them. “Where will you two be painting?” he asked.

“I was thinking halfway up the mountain, where we have quite the view of farmland, it’s beautiful scenery,” Damien offered.

“Sounds good to me,” Roman agreed.

“All right, I’ll drive the two of you up there,” Virgil said. “But if I see any shenanigans with paint I will kill both of you.”

Damien gave Virgil a playful salute. “Whatever you say, Your Highness,” he said, voice soaked in sarcasm.

Virgil took a deep breath. “You’re really dead set on testing my patience aren’t you?”

Damien shrugged. “Well, you seem to be dead set on telling me what I can and cannot do when I’m my own individual, so it only makes sense to balance the scales somewhat.”

“Oh, you are playing a very dangerous game, Your Highness,” Virgil warned. “Get in the car.”

Damien gave Roman a very satisfied smirk as he did as told and Roman followed him into the car. Virgil shut the door a little harder than necessary as he got in as well. He drove them to a point that Damien picked out and then Roman and Damien got their supplies out of the car, setting up the easels and canvases so they were facing the farmland. “This should be fun,” Roman said with a smile as Virgil continued up the mountain. “And it looks like we’ll be on our own for a bit.”

“We’re close enough to the castle that the guards can watch us from there and pick us up if need be,” Damien said simply. “So we’re not necessarily ‘alone’ but we do have some space.”

“Some much needed space,” Roman said, looking out at the farmland below and taking the paints, before gasping. “We forgot the palettes!”

“Oh, damn it,” Damien muttered.

Roman laughed. “That was not a very princely response,” he teased.

Damien rolled his eyes. “Very funny, Your Highness. What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know,” Roman said. “I suppose we could mix the paint on the canvas, go for a slightly more abstract way of painting.”

“Well, unless we want to call Virgil back down here, that’s what we’ll have to do,” Damien sighed.

“Yeah, I don’t want to call Virgil down over this,” Roman said, shaking his head. He grabbed the tube of cyan paint and popped the cap, pouring some onto his canvas...or attempting to. Nothing was coming out. “That’s weird,” Roman muttered. He turned the tube so he could see the opening, and gently squeezed. Paint splattered out of the tube, all over Roman’s face, and he sputtered as Damein burst into hysterics. “Oh, you think this is funny, do you?” Roman asked, picking up a glob of paint and flinging it at Damien’s face.

Damien stood stock still for a second, before he slowly reached for the magenta paint and poured some onto his fingers, flicking it onto Roman’s arm.

“Oh, this means war,” Roman said, pointing the tube of cyan at Damien and squeezing again, getting paint all over Damien’s shirt.

“How dare you!” Damien exclaimed, laughing. He poured out more magenta and smeared it across Roman’s face, getting some in his hair.

Roman cackled as he grabbed the yellow and used both tubes to smear paint over Damien, while Damien took the magenta and black and returned the favor. They chased each other around the easels, and Roman squealed as he lost his footing running backwards and nearly fell straight to the dirt, only to have Damien wrap an arm around the small of Roman’s back, catching him in a dip. The two were laughing and breathless, and Roman muttered, “Hi,” to Damien.

“Hi,” Damien laughed back. “Truce?”

Roman considered it, looked at the yellow paint he hadn’t dropped, and grinned, saying, “Nah,” and squirting paint directly into Damien’s wavy hair.

“How dare you?!” Damien exclaimed. “And I kept you from falling, too! I had to sacrifice my black paint to do that!”

Roman laughed and got back on his feet, exclaiming, “Catch me if you can!” as he flung one last glob of yellow paint at Damien before running away.

Now, Roman was fast, but Damien was undoubtedly the taller of the two of them, and he managed to catch up to Roman quickly, snagging the back of Roman’s shirt. He pulled Roman into a bear hug, effectively getting paint all over both of them. “Virgil is gonna kill us!” he laughed.

Roman shrieked with laughter and wriggled out of Damien’s grasp, shoving him to the ground and pinning him there as Roman grabbed all the cyan off his face that he could and painting little clouds all over Damien’s face. He was shaking so hard from his laughter he could barely make the shapes.

“Hey!” a sharp voice hollered from the top of the mountain. “What did I just tell you two?!”

Roman and Damien shared a brief horrified glance before Damien was on his feet and grabbed Roman’s wrist, yelling, “Run!”

They both sprinted their way down the mountain, but soon found themselves outnumbered by guards driving their way down the road to barricade them in. Virgil barrelled down the mountain, breath heaving in his chest. “I said no shenanigans with the paint!” he exclaimed.

Damien pointed at Roman. “Roman started it!”

“What?!” Roman asked. “Did not! It wasn’t my fault that the paint tube squirted into my face!”

“But it is your fault that the paint was subsequently thrown onto my face,” Damien said.

“You didn’t have to laugh!”

“You didn’t have to retaliate!”

“Boys!” Virgil snapped. “I don’t care who started what, you both are complicit in the shenanigans and you’re both covered in paint! What am I supposed to tell your parents, huh?!”

“I imagine you’ll tell them you left us alone for five minutes under the impression that we could be mature and turned to look at how we were faring once you reached the top of the mountain only to find us having a paint fight below,” Damien said, completely deadpan and with a straight face that Roman couldn’t possibly hope to achieve.

“You both are walking up the hill and will be getting cleaned up before dinner this evening. I imagine that most of the dignitaries coming to congratulate you two on your engagement will not want to see the two of you covered head to toe in paint.”

“Why do we have to walk up the mountain, though?” Damien asked.

“Because we are not getting the back seats of any of the guards’ cars covered in acrylic paint!” Virgil hissed. “Do you have any idea how easily that stains?”

Roman raised his hand. “Actually, I do, and it’s not as bad as you might think,” he said.

Virgil glowered at him and Roman promptly shut up, following Damien and Virgil back up to the castle. Damien hissed as they approached the top. “Our mothers are waiting for us,” he whispered to Roman.

“Shit, what?!” Roman asked in clear panic. His mother was going to kill him!

Damien took one look at Roman and grabbed his hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she doesn’t chew into you too much.”

As they reached the top, the two queens looking at them with twin unamused expressions, Damien scratched the back of his neck. “It’s...uh, my fault,” he said quickly. “One of the paint tubes exploded in my face on accident, I started the paint fight.”

“Damien —!” Roman hissed.

Damien held a hand up at hip level to stop Roman. “It won’t happen again,” Damien assured.

“You’re right, Damien, it won’t,” the Queen said. “Because you are not going to be allowed near any of Veronica’s art supplies for the remainder of the week.” Ouch. And not just because of the use of his deadname, even if it was for his safety.

Roman’s mother looked at him and he inwardly braced himself for what he knew was coming. “Veronica, I’m disappointed in you!” she exclaimed. “I raised you better than for you to engage in a paint fight! That’s not very ladylike behavior for any woman, let alone a princess!”

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from snarling at his mother, but he just nodded stiffly. “Of course,” he practically growled. But I’m not a princess.

His mother kept staring at him, but Roman was not going to give her the satisfaction of apologizing. Not to her. “Damien, you didn’t get any paint in your eyes, right?”

“Yes, I can still see,” Damien confirmed.

“Good,” Roman said, nodding. “Then we should probably change and get cleaned up. Virgil’s right; I doubt any visitors would appreciate the fine art that is...well, fighting with art.”

Damien barked a laugh, before covering his mouth with a hand. “I suppose you’re right,” he said with mirth in his eyes. “Although I must admit I like you in pants, they seem to do wonders for your confidence. Maybe tonight a pantsuit for dinner would be appropriate?”

Roman felt his heart soar at the excuse right there for him to take. “Sounds perfect,” he agreed, and together the two of them walked into the castle, while their mothers sent them one last look and a warning to behave.

Tag List: @lunareclipse-13 @sanders-sides-crofters @blushy-gigglee-mess @wannacrymetoo @kaytikitty @magicalspacepanunicorn @bootsinthesun @pricklyfish777 @flowersanddinosaurs @leiasolo77 @birdybabybird @enby-phoenix @luna–28 @justagaygoose @the-prince-and-the-emo @fandomsandanythingelse @randommuffinyt @snekky-boi @thesoftestlittlepuffballwegot @twilight-trix @abby5577 @escalatingtoofast @friendlyfacestabbing @remus-is-stinky @foggybanditdreampeanut @ghostskull300 @sprinklestheditty @canvas-the-florist @askthesnake @samuel-the-gay @determination-saved @sparrowofsong @beyondthestacks @juicy-cashew @loganpatton @lilbeanblr @kittyboof8 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @sanders-trash-4ever @hamilspntrash @swords-and-kittens @phantomfander @narniasfinestavengingsociopath @rjmeta @ambersky0319 @anni-cat-flower @idosanderssidespromptssometimes @nafsbluebery @redisawerewolf23 @voidvirgil

#roceit #sanders sides fanfiction #roman sanders #deceit sanders #virgil sanders #royal growing pains #our creations

86 notes · View notes

nomolosk · 4 years ago

Text

Snapshots (AU Yeah August 2020)

read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25655623/chapters/62887945

Day 13 & 14- Flower Shop, Social Media

Universal walked down the street of flower shops enjoying all the bright blooms, cool soothing greens, and the scents that filled the air. She smiled at the butterflies flitting around the blooms, although she saw several shop owners as well as customers shooing them away distastefully. She toyed with turning the whole of Paris into one big flower shop, but her object wasn’t recharged from the “star-crossed lovers” debacle yet. That one really hadn’t been well-thought out. She’d assumed it would be like watching Romeo and Juliet, only more so.

It certainly had been more so, and she really hadn’t needed Hawkmoth’s furious ranting in her head to convince her to cancel the universe, even though doing so all at once negated the memory altering part of her powers. Still, all that wailing and fighting… not so fun when you were stuck in the middle of it, and she didn’t mind taking that small risk in order to end it quickly. She bent over to sniff at a particularly lovely bloom, thankful once again that her akumatization hadn’t given her a gaudy and bright suit, or changed her skin color. She was able to enjoy her creations without attracting too much attention. Although so far, she hadn’t really hit any winners.

Her eyes had changed, she knew that, but people noted eye color a lot less frequently than many people thought. Well, and the tips of her fingers looked like they’d been dipped in magenta dye, but that was a nuance compared to some of the akumas she could remember seeing before. If anyone noticed, they would probably think it was some new beauty trend, or that they’d seen her painted nails and their brain had extrapolated from that. The tips of her hair were also dyed pink, but that was pretty common nowadays.

Looking at the flowers, she considered what her next selection of available universes should be. There was the tale of the miniature child born inside of a flower… which thought inevitably led to fairies and other mythological creatures.

Universal smiled, now sure of what she wanted to experience next.

----

Marinette watched as Alya searched Instagram for posts of all four of them, or ones where she’d tagged them all. There certainly did seem to be a lot of evidence for Alya’s claim that all four of them had been friends for forever…

But then, why couldn’t she remember Adrien before a day ago at the cafe? Curious, she took out her own phone and opened up her own Instagram. She searched her posts for Nino and Adrien, then organized them by earliest, rather than latest posting.

The earliest post was a class photo taken when they were still in college. Marinette actually remembered this, now that she was looking at it. The girl in the middle- Juleka- had gotten akumatized because she’d been left out of the original photo. She suppressed a giggle as she also remembered Chat Noir’s difficulty with the wedge heels Reflekta had forced everyone to wear. It was strange, though. She could remember Juleka clearly, Reflekta and Chat Noir… she found every face in the picture, remembering their names- Rose, Juleka, Mylene, Max, and Alix in the front row, then Ivan, herself, Alya and Kim in the back. She frowned. That wasn’t the right… hadn’t there been more of them?

Her brow cleared as she suddenly remembered that Chloe and Sabrina hadn’t come for the make-up picture after school- largely because Chloe had been the single biggest cause of that akuma. Juleka had been directed to stand next to a boy Chloe liked, and Chloe had Sabrina lock her in the bathroom so she could stand next to him instead. There was a momentary feeling of unreality- she couldn’t imagine who the younger Chloe had been crushing on in their class of that time- none of the boys would have been her type.

She gasped as memory crashed down on her.

Adrien. Chloe had wanted to stand next to Adrien. And with that, two more faces seemingly materialized out of thin air in her picture- Nino sat on the end next to Rose, and Adrien… Adrien stood between Nathaniel and herself. She smiled slightly, remembering how proud she’d been for not letting herself get too flustered by that.

“Alya! I remember!” Marinette looked from her best friend’s face to Adrien’s and it was like five years of memories were suddenly unlocked in her mind. She remembered her insane crush, the debilitating self-doubt and fear that had prevented her from ever confessing it to him, the way that crush had mellowed out into a close friendship over the years. She remembered why she had felt so flabbergasted by watching the future versions of Ladybug and Chat Noir share a kiss, though it seemed silly now. She remembered being in love with Adrien, but the intervening selective amnesia had allowed her to access and acknowledge her feelings for her partner as well.

For a moment she teetered on the edge of information overload, but Alya’s tight grip on her hand pulled her back.

“Hey girl, it’s okay,” Alya said, far more gently than was her usual wont. “Don’t try to sort anything out just yet.” Marinette nodded, keeping her eyes closed.

“H-hey, Marinette?” Adrien asked in his soft voice. Marinette opened one eye to peek at him. He had moved closer, and was looking extremely handsome as usual, but there was a bashfulness to his expression she didn’t think she’d ever seen before.

“I, uh, remember you now. I remember you both, actually,” he said, including Alya in his glance. “I’m really sorry I forgot you.”

“Me, too,” Marinette said, still a little breathless. But she was feeling steadier, and pulled away from Alya a little.

“Sorry, Nino,” she looked past Adrien’s shoulder to make eye-contact with one of her oldest friends.

“Hey no worries, dudette,” he assured her with a cheesy thumbs up. “Whatever it was made me forget you yesterday morning at the cafe. I was totally convinced my bro here needed help winning over the cute waitress. I don’t know what came over me!”

Marinette blushed beet red, completely missing the fact that Adrien was also red in the face. But her recent realization of her feelings for Chat- and the two years in which they had grown closer as friends- helped her avoid spontaneous combustion. In fact… she studied Adrien’s face for a moment, feeling like she was on the brink of something important. But then a wave of disorientation washed over her and she swayed, lightheaded.

Her ears were ringing, but she could still dimly hear her friends.

“Whoa, dude!”

“Come on girl, lean on me…”

“Uh, babe? A little help?”

“Wait Nino, I have an idea.”

Support under her arm grounded her and slowly the dizziness subsided. She leaned her head gratefully against… a chest that definitely wasn’t Alya’s. For a moment she was alarmed, but then her body recognized the contours. This was- had to be- Chat Noir, her partner.

“Thanks, kitty,” she murmured, snuggling a little closer. Feeling cloth under her cheek.

Her eyes popped open as she picked up a suddenly increased heartbeat under her ear. Her gaze traveled slowly upward to see Adrien staring down at her with an astonished expression.

@auyeahaugust

#mlauyeahaugust #auyeah2020 #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #flower shop #social media #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe

7 notes · View notes

art-now-india · 4 years ago

Photo

Warhol and the History of Art, durga Kainthola

PALETTE OF MY VISUAL THEATRE In Palette of my Visual Theatre, Durga Kainthola stages a stimulating, complex play between art, the symbolic and the immeasurable. The distinctiveness of these works lies in cohesion of images, simplicity of line and rendering of the pictorial. Throughout, concrete expression of her style flows as “extensions of my thoughts, day to day happening of things in life.” Portraiture dominates her oeuvre, in a signature expression of beings, of other artists. Confident and receptive, she relinquishes control and allows drama to unfold. How many minute attributes are transfixed, caught by the painter’s brush, the poet’s verse. An original and chimerical foresight, which celebrates work with a cosmopolitan flair and international cross-fertilizations. Kainthola’s palette boasts a vast vocabulary and rainbow realm of hue. At once lyrical, and poetic, wise and irreverent, witty and timeless, it illumines a global amphitheatre of her inquisitiveness. Metamorphosis connotes the infinite possibilities of transformation, concretisation of an ineffable truth – of change, within continuity Glimpsed in a library in 1982, an image of the Marilyn Monroe diptych by Warhol surfaces in her work in 2002…as magic of renewal, the crystal lacuna of past, present and future. Magnifying a spectral lexicon, to signify art as synergy, Palette of my Visual Theatre, stretches the imagination. Multifold personae from Indian mythology surrounded by flora and fauna encounter Warhol in Goddess Comes to New York, mounted within a light box. Throughout the History of Art series, a reverberation of the ‘combines’ of Robert Rauschenberg’s work can be seen, part-painting, part-drawing. An astute, surprising effort at blending vibrant allegories. Poised against black-and-white backdrops, Kainthola effects resonance between the energies of Picasso, Gaugin, Modigliani, Duchamp, Tyeb Mehta and Souza, often with magenta lotus borders and prominent AEIOU friezes of Hindi letters. In The Painter’s Studio, Kainthola’s own face serves as the canvas upon which Vermeer paints on his easel. Pages from My Visual Notebook (3 books) chronicle a movement from the abstract to concrete. Intricate tableaus unfold as if a narrative hand scroll, with a new language from when she first incorporated her own image and drew upon it with myriad tonalities of ink. A contemporary draughts woman’s autobiographical take on the quixotic portrait of the Mona Lisa. Day after day, she produced a visual entity (computer generated inkjet prints on paper and vinyl) and worked on its surface…these became her ‘diary’. On one single page, two twentieth century masters of different genres, V.S. Naipaul and Bhupen Khakar, materialise, as if to orchestrate a ‘ thinking out of the box’ dialogue of simile and narrative realism. A most adroit example of this fluidity is the triptych, Amrita SherGil, from the Notebook series. One panel portrays SherGil’s letter to her parents, the second art from Ajanta, and the third SherGil herself seated. Kainthola’s work honours the interconnectivity of art, stated in SherGil’s letter: “Modern art has led me to the comprehension + appreciation of Indian painting + sculpture.” A strong, original painter who in her own life and creativity bridged modernism between the East and West. Influences of Surrealism’s serious experimental attitude toward the subconscious characterise work such as The Kiss. One butterfly impasto emblazons Monroe’s lips like a mercurial censor and another in her hair like an Art Nouveau barrette. Throughout the Palette of my Visual Theatre, this embrace of the concrete and the fantastic share centre arena, to realise a tenuous unity of scale, subject and composition. Perhaps, Kainthola’s work, throughout its diverse phases and painterly endeavours, juggling contextual synapses and lenses, can be seen as ‘gestalt’ (Ger. configuration). On another dais, consider the elegance and fancifulness of the panoramic piece, The Three Graces. Small-scale drawings are intense and subtle in character, a precursor to the latest ambitious solo paintings, The Last Judgment, Modigliani and Nefertiti. Kainthola’s imagination is incessantly changing scenes, dangling scenarios across the picture plane. At any time, retracing and commingling spheres of memory and inspiration: observed prints in the sand on Bombay beaches appear as the footprints of Raza and Hussain on earlier canvases (again this trace quintessence of art), lines from T.S. Eliot’s poems, an ongoing aesthetic homage to fiercely gifted woman painters, in particular Frida Kahlo and Amrita SherGil (esteemed for their inventive worlds), as well as pop icons, classical deities, old masters and modern iconoclasts. Kainthola blends diverse figure-ground liaison and rich pigmentation from the vista of art history, from classical Western (think of Correggio and Da Vinci) and Indian court painting (Mughal and Rajput miniatures), to the most established and controversial of modernist procreation/invention. Transcribed with a novel spontaneity, her brush and pen act like a glass lantern, casting shadows, uncovering mental pictures. Furthermore, The Last Judgment (print on canvas with acrylic/mixed media) reconfigures classical references, juggling the meaning of portrayal. Dialectics of creativity mark a swirling, omnipresent meeting of the physical and metaphysical. “The creation of an icon is an art of the same order of the creation of the world.” From one composition to another, the Palette of my Visual Theatre, summons a continuum of abstract and representational, seemingly the blend of matter and reflection. And so does her wand paint its energetic wit and passion beyond our minds, casting an intuitive metamorphosis and vital fusion of colour and form. A moment not out of time, but in time, in what we call history: transecting, bisecting the world of time, a moment in time but not like a moment of time. -T.S. Eliot, chorus from The Rock, VII (1934) Elizabeth Rogers Artist Statement: For some time now, I have been exploring myriad levels of visual imagery, juxtaposing iconographic detail drawn from the ancient and modern art both Indian and from the west…. moved into the fluid realm of active, syncopated three-dimensional visualisation sequencing idiosyncratic language and perception. This journey into multi-media, moving imagery carries the broader dimensions of energy infused with contemporary metaphor. Mirrored in the highly polychrome written and painted signboards are modern enactments of miniatures, illuminated per neon lit sign, the quotidian transforms into the surreal… A spontaneous and dramatic re-interpretation of an artist ….

https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Warhol-and-the-History-of-Art/156938/156288/view

#durgakainthola #popart

1 note · View note