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They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.

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Haven't been here in a bit but casual reminder to please turn off third party sharing for all your blogs since tumblr is on some ai bullshit right now

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     Heyyyy guys! Just a lil update! I’m aware there’s some things I need to get to, priority being a thread I have with lapinferno, but... In between being sick, school as been a real pain in my ass, so I’ve been pretty much taking a break from my rp hobby to focus on that primarily.

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     should be able to work on some stuff today... no promises, i’m feeling better physically but mentally i am omega drained.

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hi im really sick so that’s why i havent been doing much </3

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     “ ...D’ya think XR knows he gave away his credit card information yet? I’ve already been making fraudulent purchases for like, a while. ”

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lapinferno​:​

     Stupid.

     Stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID.

     She would rather rip off her own arm with her teeth than admit it to his face, but the old man was right – of course he was right, and of course she was wrong. All the months she had spent training relentlessly, honing her power on her own, and what did she have to show for it? Almost getting possessed? Having to be saved by one of her sworn enemies, one of the absolute last people she wanted to be saved by? On top of everything else, their last argument is still fresh in her mind like an open wound.

Pathetic.

     “ If it’s so much trouble for you– “ she spits out bitterly as she nurses her own injuries (because unlike Yo, she didn’t get the luxury of getting away from those demons with JUST bruised knuckles); “ –then maybe you should’ve just left me behind. “

     “ —! “

     The words came out without thinking, and for a brief moment even Yuck herself seemed surprised by her own words. But it was too late to take them back, and the question still remained: why did he even bother saving her if it was such an inconvenience to him?

     Brows raise upwards, not out of surprise (if anything, this was pretty predictable), but as an indicator he was less agitated about the whole situation at this point. Especially after hearing something so... Candidly depressing. Or maybe just a little sad. Yuck kind of had all that in spades when she wasn’t being a thorn in the side.

     “ Heh! ” he laughed, roughness lacing it before he let out a cough, bringing a fist to his mouth. “ Why argue? Maybe it woulda saved me a lotta time, and I’d get a lot less of an earful from your hurt pride. ” 

     It was clear Yo wasn’t going to spare any feelings, per usual. However, there wasn’t malice in his tone as he spoke. “ If you wanna know why, it’s ‘cuz though you sure as hell ain’t an ally, one cannot let their emotions dictate their judgement. Besides, you don’t need any help from antagonistic spirits to be annoying. ”

     The panda gave a small click of his tongue, tearing off a piece of plant fiber nearby, using his adept skills with transfoomation to make it into a bandage. Walking towards Yuck, he knelt down, his back audibly cracking, causing him to curse very ungracefully about his old bones.

     “ Here, let me wrap you up, last thing we need is you goin’ all unconscious anyway due to badly treated wounds. ”

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“if i wanted help, i would have asked.” (For Yo)

more random dialogue prompts.

     If Yo’s hands weren’t sore from having to use some of his might as opposed to his magic, he would surely use one of them to bop Yuck right on her dense, furry little head. 

     “ Are kids really so ungrateful now-a-days? ” he grumbled out in his usual gruff fashion, rubbing his knuckles. Yeah... That was going to swell. He’d put some ice on it later or something. Darn old age, his body needed to be resting, sitting on his butt in front of TV!

     “ Look, kid, I ain’t exactly happy to be in the position of needin’ to help you, especially because you aren’t receptive to it, but frankly? It was either this, or the trouble we were in was goin’ to get a heck of a lot more annoying if I needed to drag your unconscious body with me. ”

     Dealing with demonic entities wasn’t new to Yo, it was basically an average Tuesday, but he couldn’t let those grubby beasts get to possessing Yuck’s body or utilizing their power in any kind of way. Oh, and because he shouldn’t let Yuck be destroyed or hurt or something. That too, he supposed.

     “ Maybe next time, don’t get caught up in a battle ya ain’t ready for. ”

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“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.” (from xl, to x-treme < 3)

more random dialogue prompts.

     “ Psssh! ” X-Treme extended his legs upwards, nudging the side of the larger robot’s arm. “ I was about to tell ya to give me more credit! ”

     Not that X-Treme would be emotionally responsive enough to show it, as unlike his original counterpart and older sorta-sibling, he had little interest in showing any affection or softness (though, in defense of XL, he wasn’t syrupy sweet himself). Nah, he was about being cool! Tough! Abrasive!

     ...But, it did feel good to have an adult that really got him giving him compliments. Well, to them, this definitely was a compliment. It’s not easy getting the feds off your trail, even if you’re doing good things! Well, er, kind of. He tries, anyway! More than he used to. 

     “ Y’know I’d never let those bozos put chains on ME. ”

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more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

"how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

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     So normal about the fact that X-Treme is not only designed as a young child that’s a replication of someone else but is a robot and will no doubt get mistreatment for being a clone of XR, being a child, and being a robot all at the same time even if he converts to a more morally correct side. I’m so normal

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starcommandrangerxr​:

“What’s that, kiddo? You can’t think of anythin’ else to say? Why didn’t you say so - GAH!” His triumph was cut short at the blast, XR quickly jumping out of the way. The only reason why X-Treme managed to destroy him during their first encounter was because the new robot simply caught him off guard, nothing more. The ranger wouldn’t make that mistake again. The smaller robot might want to think he appears threatening but XR has been through worse.

“…Wow. Your aim is getting worse. Did you slack off, junior? ” 

    Cue the classic small child grunt of frustration, looking visibly irritated at the lack of tearing apart that ensued. He supposed XR would be annoying enough to happen to get lucky and avoid the blast because he’s so jumpy.

    “ My aim was on the money, scrap-heap! You just got lucky. Besides, if I really wanted to do any major damage right now, I soooooo would have! I just have better things to do than blast you into bits, your friends would come babying you again, then they’d be bugging ME about it. Frankly, that mushy crap is not my scene, man. ”

    “ ...Now if you don’t MIND, pseudo-ranger, I like, gotta bounce. People to terrorize, things to steal, all of that. ”

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starcommandrangerxr​:

“Okay, maybe you COULD call it warming up before the day arrives but where’s the point in that? Save all the energy for the real day to come because then it’s actually ten times better. What you are doing now is being your usual nuisance self, nothing new. But for Halloween, you can get creative!”

“I’m like…2-3 years old, but go off I guess.” 

     “ Ugh, you’re sooooooo effin’ boring. ” in other words, X-Treme didn’t have much a rebuttal, but he was getting peeved off at XR’s more sound “logical” approach to this.

     How in the stars was his design inspired by this wet blanket?

     “ Oh? Go off? You, like, really want me to do that, huh? Well, sure, dude! If you really insist! ”

      Click-click.

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starcommandrangerxr​:

“Oh, what’s that? You’d rather that everyone decorates at the 31th and then don’t even have the time for all the FUN during that day? It’s called preparation, squirt!”

     “ Well, yeah, see? See??? Preparation! Maybe I’m just doin’ the same thing but with scares! You ever think about that, huh? So I win this argument, gramps! ”

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starcommandrangerxr​:

“Check the calendar, Junior.  There’s still a few days to go until Halloween and maybe then try again. Nice try.”

      “ Uh, it’s October, brainiac! That’s basically close enough as it’s gonna get! Do people wait until it’s Halloween to decorate? What’s that? No??? Then I ain’t gonna wait for it to hit 31 just to give people cardiac arrest! ”

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eievuimultimuse​:

         SAM COULDN’T HELP but give a huff of amusement at Wolf’s recollection of getting called in after his kid mentioned her father happened to be the ‘big bad wolf’, shaking his head. He didn’t find it all that humorous, mind you; it was more of a ‘god, that’s so ridiculous’ type of reaction where all you could do is find amusement in the absurdity of it.

         “ Max goes t’ those ! “ he chimed in regarding PTA. “ I go too sometimes, but…eh. He’s more of a people-person than I am, frankly. “ The statement probably sounds perplexing given that Sam had a tendency to do most of the talking when working; however, when you think about it, speaking to suspects and witnesses professionally didn’t exactly equate to being terribly extroverted by any means. Especially not when dealing with people like…well, some of the people you dealt with at PTA meetings.

         “ Oh, DEFINITELY the latter. My kids are definitely notorious for gettin’ all wide-eyed t’ try an’ get their way. “ ( He’s going to leave out the fact that it works more often than not. He can’t help it !  How could he possibly say no ? ) “ Won’t be surprised in the slightest if they pass it on t’ your li’l one, the li’l rascals, “ he says lightheartedly.

         A small amount of laughter escapes him at the mention of their respective partners - mostly ‘cause he knows they’re likely having the most awkward time right now at best. Well- Snake likely is, anyway. Max, on the other hand, may very well be having a fantastic time bedeviling the poor reptile. ‘Course, he’d reckon there wasn’t any genuine ill will on the lagomorph’s part despite their previous encounters; Max was simply like that with just about everyone. Hell, it’d be more concerning if he wasn’t.

        “ I’m sure they’re fine, “ Sam said casually, adjusting his hat again. “ Haven’t seen any cars from the boys in blue drive by yet, so I figure they must be doin’ alright. “ He’ll leave Wolf to figure out if he’s kidding or not on that one.

     Moe nearly wanted to blurt out “he is?” in regards to the notion Max was more adept with social interaction than Sam was, but he managed to bite his tongue. Frankly, the wolf was more surprised that people didn’t immediately feel unease at the lagomorphs unfeeling eyes staring right through them, let alone those teeth... He guessed being a little rabbit was enough to offset the other intimidating factors.

     “ Good grief, ” Moe groaned, leaning back and letting his head fall, looking up at the tree above him. “ Trust me, they won’t need to. Joe’s surprisingly a kid who doesn’t mind following rules if they’re important, but the no guilt-tripping rule is one that even she won’t uphold. I think puppies are born with the psychological need to manipulate people with their cuteness. ”

     “ Ha! ” a hearty chuckle leaves Wolf, head raising back up to look at Sam with amusement in his eyes. “ See, you’re assuming that means they’re not getting along. For all we know, that means they’re getting along too well! ” of course, it was a joke, as Snake and Wolf were more than less inclined to do anything to garner unnecessary trouble. Their petty thievery days are definitely behind them.

      He glances back over at the kids, who seemed to be taking a break, looking out of breath but still attempting to half heartedly shove each other onto the grass. “ Yeah, but, you’re right. I bet they’re getting along just as well as- ”

     He was stopped short at the sound of cars whizzing by, tires screeching on asphalt, red and blue lights flashing, sirens blazing, loud and inharmonic before growing quieter and quieter as they went off into the distance.

     “ ...Well, that’s a weird coincidence. ”

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I’m not your friend            or anything,     — damn.