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smellslikebot · 2 months

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"how do I keep my art from being scraped for AI from now on?"

if you post images online, there's no 100% guaranteed way to prevent this, and you can probably assume that there's no need to remove/edit existing content. you might contest this as a matter of data privacy and workers' rights, but you might also be looking for smaller, more immediate actions to take.

...so I made this list! I can't vouch for the effectiveness of all of these, but I wanted to compile as many options as possible so you can decide what's best for you.

Discouraging data scraping and "opting out"

robots.txt - This is a file placed in a website's home directory to "ask" web crawlers not to access certain parts of a site. If you have your own website, you can edit this yourself, or you can check which crawlers a site disallows by adding /robots.txt at the end of the URL. This article has instructions for blocking some bots that scrape data for AI.

HTML metadata - DeviantArt (i know) has proposed the "noai" and "noimageai" meta tags for opting images out of machine learning datasets, while Mojeek proposed "noml". To use all three, you'd put the following in your webpages' headers:

Have I Been Trained? - A tool by Spawning to search for images in the LAION-5B and LAION-400M datasets and opt your images and web domain out of future model training. Spawning claims that Stability AI and Hugging Face have agreed to respect these opt-outs. Try searching for usernames!

Kudurru - A tool by Spawning (currently a Wordpress plugin) in closed beta that purportedly blocks/redirects AI scrapers from your website. I don't know much about how this one works.

ai.txt - Similar to robots.txt. A new type of permissions file for AI training proposed by Spawning.

ArtShield Watermarker - Web-based tool to add Stable Diffusion's "invisible watermark" to images, which may cause an image to be recognized as AI-generated and excluded from data scraping and/or model training. Source available on GitHub. Doesn't seem to have updated/posted on social media since last year.

Image processing... things

these are popular now, but there seems to be some confusion regarding the goal of these tools; these aren't meant to "kill" AI art, and they won't affect existing models. they won't magically guarantee full protection, so you probably shouldn't loudly announce that you're using them to try to bait AI users into responding

Glaze - UChicago's tool to add "adversarial noise" to art to disrupt style mimicry. Devs recommend glazing pictures last. Runs on Windows and Mac (Nvidia GPU required)

WebGlaze - Free browser-based Glaze service for those who can't run Glaze locally. Request an invite by following their instructions.

Mist - Another adversarial noise tool, by Psyker Group. Runs on Windows and Linux (Nvidia GPU required) or on web with a Google Colab Notebook.

Nightshade - UChicago's tool to distort AI's recognition of features and "poison" datasets, with the goal of making it inconvenient to use images scraped without consent. The guide recommends that you do not disclose whether your art is nightshaded. Nightshade chooses a tag that's relevant to your image. You should use this word in the image's caption/alt text when you post the image online. This means the alt text will accurately describe what's in the image-- there is no reason to ever write false/mismatched alt text!!! Runs on Windows and Mac (Nvidia GPU required)

Sanative AI - Web-based "anti-AI watermark"-- maybe comparable to Glaze and Mist. I can't find much about this one except that they won a "Responsible AI Challenge" hosted by Mozilla last year.

Just Add A Regular Watermark - It doesn't take a lot of processing power to add a watermark, so why not? Try adding complexities like warping, changes in color/opacity, and blurring to make it more annoying for an AI (or human) to remove. You could even try testing your watermark against an AI watermark remover. (the privacy policy claims that they don't keep or otherwise use your images, but use your own judgment)

given that energy consumption was the focus of some AI art criticism, I'm not sure if the benefits of these GPU-intensive tools outweigh the cost, and I'd like to know more about that. in any case, I thought that people writing alt text/image descriptions more often would've been a neat side effect of Nightshade being used, so I hope to see more of that in the future, at least!

#reference #ai art #ai discourse #not sure how else to tag this #long post

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oozedninjas · 8 months

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2007 TMNT GROWN UPS HC

Because they have a life outside of crimefighting, you know?

sfw

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DONNIE

He got into college, got a degree in systems engineering and works from home as a programmer for an important corporation.

Uses an IA to generate a human-Like appearance for work meetings.

He’s the one with the highest income and the most uninterested in money. Donnie supports his family a lot in that sense.

After Leo, Donnie is the one who takes good care of Master Splinter, who fortunately never falls sick, but they worry nonetheless.

Donnie spends almost all he makes on his lab, and what he’s left he invests it on their home, which means: new, much more comfortable furniture, a new security system to protect the lair, escape routes in case of needing to, he made sure each of them had a comfortable space to sleep.

RAPHAEL

When learnt how to take care of his bike when working as the night watcher, so I picture him making money as a mechanic.

When he’s not fighting crime at night, Raph tends a mechanical workshop he build in association with Casey. It’s located in an abandoned garage near the lair.

Generally, Casey makes the deals, brings the clients, and delivers the vehicles back to them once they’re done, while Raph does the mechanics and fixes everything.

The place is a nice distraction and thanks to the marvelous work they make, it’s a nice business.

MIKEY

I think he would most likely be a TikTok celebrity.

It all started with couple of videos that he published by mistake and went viral.

He constructed his personal brand around body painting, animal-care, and skateboarding.

Mikey’s a hit, seriously like he would get nice brand colabs and receive a bunch of free stuff for him to test and provide online opinions.

Master splinter wasn’t happy about it, but given that everyone thought it was a costume, he allowed it.

Donnie was commanded with the task of making an IA human-like appearance for Mikey, tho, just to be sure.

LEO

The turtle team still exists, fewer times now than before, cause life changes and they don’t have as much time on their hands now as they did when they were younger. Yet, Leo can’t help but feel lonely at times.

Training at the dojo and glimpsing back to see the Lab’s lights on and meet the silence of the house without Mikey and Raph.

Master Splinter’s no. 1 caretaker.

I think that as all his brothers progressively grew older, Leo started to note his only purpose until now had been his brothers: standing as a leader for them, protecting them, taking care of them, and being responsible for them.

What does he truly enjoy? Leo starts to wonder.

And this is Leo's best age to discover what he's into and show a wilder side of himself. He feels complete.

He loves exploring new things!

Leo became a teacher after settling down. He teaches Japanese history and martial arts online.

Donnie helped him develop an app, and everything's going alright.

#tmnt #tmnt 2007 #tmnt hc #leonardo hamato #rapahel hamato #michelangelo hamato #donatello hamato #leo #raph #donnie #mikey #mutant turtles

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ravenonice · 11 months

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I think by now most of you heard that Dean Fujioka is performing History Maker at the ice show Fantasy on Ice and that it's their opening number?

What I haven't heard anyone mention however is that both irl skaters who are in the anime, Nobunari Oda (commenting on the gpf short program) and Stephané Lambiel (commenting on the gpf free skate) are both performing in that ice show and skating in that very opening number!

I haven't seen yet bc the show isn't broadcasted until the 25th of June, but I've heard from people who were at faoi that Stephané even did a second colab with Dean and skated to Sukima! (I'm not putting my hand in fire for that though)

I heard a lot of talk about Johnny Weir but not about those two so that's a fun fact for you all 😉

#yuri on ice #yoi #yuri!!! on ice #yuuri on ice #faoi 2023 #figure skating

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xaphrin · 6 months

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Midnight Promises Broken at Dawn

It's Halloween! (just barely) and this is part of the colab I was working on with @inverted-typo. We decided to go with an Eros and Psyche theme.

There's so much more that's set to come out, because (of course) it got way out of control. I am aiming for the next part in two weeks, and I will post it to AO3.

Thank you so much for everything, and for being patient!

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Damian felt the tug of someone breaking the seal that lined the wilderness of his estate. It was like a spider web thread snapping in the back of his mind, the delicate fiber straining until it broke and hung limp and loose against someone’s skin.

Curious.

The seal was designed to create a barrier along his sacred land so that wandering humans would have the sudden urge to panic and flee in the opposite direction. Anyone who managed to break through was either very powerful or very stupid. Or, maybe even a little desperate. After all, desperation bred fools.

He glanced up from the sketch he’d been working on and stared out the window into the dark gray of a blizzard at twilight, a mild annoyance creasing his brow. Damian may have been the grandson of a god, and have some minor powers of his own, but even he couldn't command the weather when it was like this.

Unfortunately, whoever had broken through his barrier would be allowed to remain close to his land until the storm calmed down.

Damian frowned and let go of a heavy sigh, glaring at nothing in particular. What an annoyance.

Raven could at least say that she had been given some small graces, even tiny ones. She had managed to harvest a few late mushrooms and set up additional traps in the woods farther from her cabin. It would have been better to have the traps be a bit closer to where she was currently taking shelter, but the storm had moved in faster than she anticipated, leaving her food sources scarce, and her choices even moreso.

The wind whipped overhead, shaking snow loose from the trees and scattering it over her shoulders. The noise was somehow both ear-deafening and eerily quiet. It shook her bones, but somehow never made a real sound.

With a curse staining her lips, she picked her way back along the path she created, making her way back to the dilapidated cabin she was taking shelter in. Her feet couldn’t move her fast enough. She felt strange being on this land, as if she wasn’t supposed to be here. It felt like a tug in her chest, a panicked feeling that made her breath short and her body shiver hard. But necessity drove her this far away from the cabin, and her options were growing more and more limited.

"Someday," she muttered to herself, brushing snow-wet hair from her eyes, "I am going to learn to live with others. In a society. With people."

It seemed more like an empty promise than a real one, and it was one she made at least three times a week. It had been well over a year since her bastard of a father had thankfully died, but his heavy shadow remained on her shoulders - oppressive and domineering. Her world should have opened up and grown larger with possibilities and friends, but the fingers of his crazed fear sank too deep into her own mind. And if she was honest with herself, she doubted she would ever be free of them.

For the protection of the world, you must remain alone. You are a stain here, Raven. Nothing better than a whore of Babylon.

Fuck him. Cursing his grave (wherever it was), she kicked at a rotting stump and made her way back to the abandoned forest ranger cabin that had become her temporary home. It didn't have much in the way of modern comforts, but at least it had a hand pump for water outside, and an outhouse. After some of the places she had stayed with her father, four walls around her while she did her business was practically palatial in comparison.

Raven made her way through the snow, following the marks she had left in the trees to show the path. The storm continued to rage around her, growing more and more violent and bitterly cold with each minute. Even the shelter of thick, ancient pines couldn’t shield her forever. She pulled her worn coat tighter around her, and eventually found her way back to the cabin.

When she stepped over the threshold, the pitch black of night had fallen, and the storm eased marginally. Small blessings, even if they were a little late.

Walking carefully over the packed dirt floor, Raven stoked the coals still smoldering in the fireplace, and sank down into the ragged remains of an armchair by the hearth. She looked through her ever thinning supplies until she located her last can of soup. Sighing, she tucked it near the coals of the fire, warming what was left of her food. She wasn't sure when she'd be able to go on a supply run into town, and she didn't feel great about the traps she set today, so she was going to have to make this last as long as she could.

Raven pulled herself close to the fire and tucked her thin blanket around her legs, feeling every muscle in her body ache with exertion. She was weary, and not just from the daily struggle of trying to survive. She was weary of being so utterly alone and isolated. Her father, in spite of all his bullshit, was at least some small amount of company. After he died, she had no one.

Her chest grew tight, and grief filled her until it was so heavy she wasn’t sure if she could bear the weight. A cold tear spilled over her cheek and she wiped it away with her sleeve. She wasn’t sad for his loss, but was sad that she had no one to turn to - no one to help her move forward in the world. She was, for all intents and purposes, alone.

Raven watched the coals' red glow fade, her mind drifting in and out of consciousness as she slipped into a half-sleep, where her dreams seemed far too real.

"A human. How pathetic."

Raven grit her teeth against the insult. She might have been a pathetic human, but she would survive out of spite, and that was a threat.

Her head rocked to the side, staring into the dark shadows of the half-rotted cabin. Hearing phantom voices and seeing unexpected things became a usual occurrence after being alone for so long, but this voice sounded different than it ever had before. "You're not any better…" She paused, trying to think of something to call this new hallucination. “…you ass.”

Very clever.

The was a soft grunt, proving that it was obviously not insulted by her weak name calling. The shadows moved like smoke, staying tight to the deepest part of the darkness. Raven felt something staring at her, as if trying to understand what she was. She turned her head and stared into the rafters, hearing the creak and groan of the roof under the weight of snow.

“What are you doing out here?”

“It’s public land. I am public.” She closed her eyes, trying to let herself fall deeper into sleep, but the shadows kept talking, much to her annoyance. Sometimes she wished her phantoms would just shut up.

“Not all of it is public land. You stepped past those boundaries.”

“Oh, please.” Raven snorted. “Will some absurdly rich recluse really know if I trap a few hares on their thousands of acres of unused land?”

The shadows responded with a strange breathy noise, as if it wasn’t sure whether or not she made a valid point.

“See?” Raven let her point seep into her tone. “Even you agree.”

There was another long pause, and the darkness spoke again. “Perhaps there is a reason to keep you off the land.”

“To make sure that their investment of land holdings is properly protected?”

“Hm.” The shadows moved like ink in water, spreading out against the walls as the coals’ light dimmed even farther. Finally it moved closer to her. “You seem to think you know a lot for someone who lives in a stolen hovel on public land.”

“Circumstances don’t always dictate the totality of a person.”

The shadows didn’t seem to know what to make of that comment, and stayed silent. Raven closed her eyes and let her body sink into the remains of the armchair, wrapping the threadbare blankets tighter around her. She shifted onto her side and faced the fading heat of the coals. The world grew heavy and dark, and Raven felt her body finally succumb to exhaustion, as she slipped into a dark, empty dreamless sleep.

But, she swore she heard one last word from her half-dream of shadows along the wall…

“Curious.”

She haunted his thoughts and that infuriated him more than anything.

This ragged slip of a human, who squatted in abandoned cabins and had the gall to tease him. Him. The grandson of a god, and a demigod in his own right.

And yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He wondered if the traps she set remained bare, if she had managed to find food or warmth, and even if her firewood was dry enough. It was unbearable. Every moment he wasn’t completely focused on something else, she entered his thoughts.

Against his better judgment, Damian found himself visiting her again a few nights later, unable to stay away. He thought that if he saw her again, he might be less enamored by her - at least, that was what he kept telling himself.

She was interesting, even if he didn’t admit it out loud. There was something about the way she spoke to him that piqued his curiosity. It was as if she thought he was an echo or a dream, and not real in any sense of the word. He had spent most of his long life being surrounded by those who worshiped his grandfather, and while Damian appreciated the reverence and kowtowing, it felt almost refreshing to have someone treat him… normal.

Almost.

She should still have some verneration for him. He was technically still a god.

When Damian slipped into the shadows of the abandoned cabin, he found her floating in that space between awake and sleep where things seemed almost real. Her eyes lifted to the dark corner where he stood, trying to discern his shape from between the shadows.

“You came back.” Her voice was a slow drawling sound that slid over his skin like a spell. “I thought you’d disappeared. It’s been a few days since you’ve haunted me.”

Part of him wished he hadn’t returned here, and he had forgotten all about the trespasser on his land. But, here he was, watching a strange woman sleep on a rotting armchair. “You’re still here…” He trailed off, leaving the question unspoken in the air.

“Raven,” she muttered with an annoyed sigh. “I would have thought you would have at least known my name since you insist on following me around and invading my inner peace.” There was a long pause and he thought she had fallen asleep. Finally, her words slipped from behind her lips. “I’m here because I have nowhere else to go.”

He blinked and continued to watch her, letting her words settle. There was a story there he wanted to know, but he wasn’t sure if he should pry. Prying meant that there was a part of him that cared about her, and he didn’t. But… perhaps he was a little curious.

“You have no home?”

“Even if I did, it would not be a place I would go back to." Raven sighed, as if this conversation was exhausting her. “And, if I can't find strength in myself, then who else could I possibly find strength in?”

Damian was about to say something brave and gallant, but he stopped himself. He was not the type of person to offer platitudes and words of encouragement, and he certainly wasn't the type of person to offer help in any sense of the word. He liked his solitude and his privacy, and the only reason he was here was because this human was upsetting his perfectly manicured life.

Still…

“Seems to be a lonely life.”

“It is.” She gave a dry laugh, her blunt answer cutting through the weight of the room. There was a sorrow that clung to her, and a longing for something more than she had now. “After all, I'm talking to the shadows on the wall about my lack of home.”

He wondered if she would believe him if he said he was real, but chose to keep silent instead.

“You should go away, you’re keeping me from my well deserved sleep. You’re like an annoying fly buzzing around my head.” She gave a halfhearted wave, as if shooing him away, before she turned her face to the warmth of the fire. Her breath deepened, and Damian stood there for a long while, watching this curious human sleep.

There was an odd, uncomfortable stirring in his chest, as though his heart was waking up after a long, deep sleep.

His lips twitched in annoyance, and he glanced around the small cabin, taking stock of what she owned. It was so little, that it seemed as though she had simply walked out of a place one day with whatever she could carry on her back. A few clothes, a threadbare blanket, a backpack that had certainly seen better days, and…

His eyes rested on several beat up paperback books poking through the holes of her bag. That seemed like an odd choice, having books when she seemed to have such limited resources in the first place. Damian turned that observation around in his head for a moment, unsure of what to make of it.

Ultimately, it didn't matter. Mortals were of little concern to him.

Raven included.

Ignoring that strange flutter in his chest, he slipped back into the shadows and disappeared from the cabin.

#damirae #demonbirds #damian and raven #I WROTE A FIC #HOLY HADES #eros and psyche au

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mainlyjustthesims · 11 months

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Baby Bat Set!

Hi im happy to announce that this colab was with the one and only @wanderingsimsfinds

! They help me out to make this adorable wall art and patterns to fit with the nursery! Any ways go show them so love and give them a follow aswell they make wonder full patterns!

The file contains 9 meshes

A crib,Stroler,Rug,Highchair,Highchair pillow,Dresser,Crib mattress, mobile for the crib and crib blanket!

i was planning to make more but i might make more in the future!

*All objects are high poly!

*2k Textures

*All objects should be recolor able alltho i know the stroller is a pain in the ass with it so i dont think it is :/

*All textures are made by me and some images are off google

*All meshes are made by me besides the mattress of the crib that belongs to @gruesim

Images was taken by @wanderingsimsfinds !

ℕ𝕆𝕋𝔼 If you all want anything more to fit with the set please feel free to tell me ! Not all objects is prefect in the set so if there is any problem let me know that it can be fixed asp! The sims 4 objects will be made soon!

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Dont convert and claim as yours! Recolors are allowed with credit and please ask before you do! Dont reupload! Dont put behind pay walls!

And a big thanks to @wanderingsimsfinds to join me and making this im happy how it turned out!

𝔻𝕆𝕎ℕ𝕃𝕆𝔸𝔻𝕊:

Pattens Wall art Objects

#ts3 #set #the sims 3 #colab set #ts3cc #the sims 3 cc

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samantha-rae-velcher · 8 months

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What we once had

Jschlatt x reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Sexual content!, swearing, angst, obsessive!Schlatt, Possessive!Schlatt

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

Summary: Y/n and Schlatt were in a very loving and strong relationship, wherever he went she went too. They were always around each other, one couldn't bring up the other in a conversation without smiling and feeling all warm inside. But as many things do, their relationship came to an end. She cut off communication with him, didn't look him up to see how his life was going. Until one day she came back into town and was throwing a party with other YouTubers, and Ted brought up the idea of allowing Schlatt to come too, only his new look completely caught her off guard.

Tag: @goldenstarofthunderclan @youngcreatorlady

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Y/n was just finishing unpacking when her doorbell rang, she stood and made her way over to the door, opening it. Y/n smiled when she saw who it was.

"Ted fuckin Nivison." She said.

"Hey, I was surprised when Travis told me you were back in the states. I thought you moved to Australia."

He wrapped his arms around her, kicking the door closed.

"Do you want any coffee?"

"Yeah, that'd be great."

The two moved into the kitchen, leaning against the counter.

"I came back cuz I missed the states. I came over here to Texas cuz I wanted to colab with The group, and I'm throwing a party for fellow YouTubers, and they agreed to come." She said, sipping her coffee. "What about you, Ted? I thought you were living in LA?"

"I am. I came over here to see Schlatt."

Y/n nearly spit her beverage out. Memories of her ex flashed through her head, all good...up until the end.

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"Hey, beautiful." Schlatt groaned, stretching with a yawn. He pulled Y/n into a warm hug, kissing the top of her head.

"How long did I sleep?" He asked.

"Two hours at least, lazybones."

"I couldn't help it I'm tired."

Y/n curled up next to him on the couch, she pressed her lips against his feeling his tongue brush against her bottom lip, begging for entry. Y/n ran her hand down his stomach and under the waistband of his jeans and boxers, snaking her hand around his cock and began slow strokes.

"Fuck." Schlatt groaned, smiling when she planted a kiss against his jaw.

"I love you." She whispered.

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Y/n was sitting in bed, her face buried in her hands as she cried. The bedroom door opened and Schlatt walked in, he slowly made his way over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Y/n. I'm sorry." He whispered.

"We're done. This is over."

His heart sank, he backed away and began pacing. Schlatt pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.

"N-no." He whispered. "I won't let you leave me, we're not done! Y-You won't leave!"

Y/n sniffled, standing up and pulling a packed suitcase out from under the bed.

"I can't do this, I'm not fighting with you J. We're done."

She went to leave the room, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. Schlatt pressed his forehead against hers, and gently planted a kiss against her lips.

"Don't go, I'll make it better."

He moved his hand under her skirt, rubbing her clit through her panties.

"Let me make it up to you, I'm so sorry."

She pushed him away, and left without another word.

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"Judging by your silence, you didn't know he lived here." Ted said, snapping her out of her daydream.

"Yeah, no. I thought he still lived in New York."

"He moved here two years ago, a lot has happened in two years."

Y/n walked over and sat on the couch, kicking her feet up and patting the cushion beside her.

Ted sat next to her, setting his mug on the coffee table. He took her hand, looking at the ring she was wearing. It was the one Schlatt gave to her for Christmas, they were so happy together.

"He misses you. He hasn't been with anyone since." He said. "Have you?"

"No."

Ted nodded, looking back down at her hand.

"How about I get him to come to the party with me, so you two can catch up? He'll be happy to see you."

Y/n's gaze went to the window as she thought about his proposition.

"Sure, but if it gets to be too much...I'm shutting shit down and I'm going back to Australia. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

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Y/n stood at the drink table, popping herself a beer and talking to Nick. She was nervous about seeing Schlatt again, it was hard leaving him, she hasn't been the same since but how he had acted that night was terrible. Yeah he was drunk, but still there was no excuse.

"Shit, Larry's waving me over. I'll catch you later, I'm glad you're back." Nick said.

Y/n smiled, clinking her bottle against his right before he went over to Larry. She was counting the empty bottles on the table when a larger man walked up, he poured himself a drink and turned to her.

Y/n looked up at him and smiled, "Enjoying the party?"

"Yeah." The man said, "Yeah, Y/n/n. I am."

Realization hit her, she stood there stunned for a second.

"J?" She asked.

He chuckled, taking a sip of his beverage and turning his attention to the crowd of people while smiling.

"Yep, you look surprised to see me."

"You look so different. I didn't recognize you. It's the chops, th- they look good on you."

"And you, Y/n." He stepped really close, to where Y/n could smell his cologne. "You're as beautiful as ever."

He gently tucked her hair behind her ear, loving the way she shivered. He knew he'd still have that effect on her, Ted told him that she hasn't been with another guy since their break up, which ment she still wanted him. No matter how much she was gonna deny it, he knew he still had her wrapped around his finger.

"I miss you." He whispered. "Why don't we go somewhere else we can chat?"

She looked down at his lips for a flash of a second, but just slow enough for Schlatt to notice.

"I know what you want."

"You're imagining things, J."

"Am I?" He asked. "So if I do this..."

He tilted her chin up, and leaned in close so their lips were almost touching.

"You're dieing for a taste. Aren't you, little girl?"

"I-"

"Shh." He closed the gap between them, his warm soft lips pressed against hers, nearly making her melt. Schlatt slipped his tongue into her mouth, devouring her.

Y/n pulled away, stepping back and setting her beer on the table. She turned and walked out the back door. To her dismay, no one else was in the back yard. She went to walk around the side of the house to get to her car but Schlatt stepped out of the shadows in front of her.

"Gonna leave me again?" He asked, his stature and build intimidating her to her core. "Do you know what that did to me?"

Schlatt slowly started to stalk towards her, every step back she took, he took two forward. Y/n nearly whimpered when her back hit a hard wall, her heart was racing as his hands came to rest against the wall on either side of her head.

"It killed me more and more every day that I didn't hear a word from you, I didn't know if you got hurt, if you were feeling alone and helpless. If you craved my body against yours, holding you throughout the night, comforting you when you were sad...fucking you when you're needy."

The look in his eye was hungry, like she had awakened a beast by pushing him away.

"I wouldn't have left you." He whispered.

"So it's my fault?" She asked. "You allowed her to kiss you, and touch you. J, you let her run her fuckin hands all over you! How far would've it had gone if I didn't come along? She had you against the wall-"

"The way I have you now?" His voice was dark, it made heat pool between her legs. "Like my fuckin prey."

"What would've you done if the roles were reversed?" She asked.

Y/n's breath hitched when she felt his hand between her thighs, and his lips against her neck.

"I would've fucked you in front of him so he could see who you belong to. So he could see who owns this little pussy."

Schlatt hoisted her up onto his hips, making her whimper when she felt how hard he was through his sweats.

Y/n rested her forehead against his, "It can't be like What we once had."

"No." Schlatt growled. "It can be better."

THE END ❤️

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incorporeal-entity · 3 months

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This is Starcutter a colab character I made with @quotidianish. He started off as a joke character but it ended up becoming a funny character with lore. Basically Starcutter is Foeslayer's elusive father who was born into a high ranking rich family who has had his life planned out for him. Since he has known this from a young age he developed a relaxed almost aloof go with the flow type of personality so he can enjoy what little freedom he does get. He then meets Prudence (Foeslayer's mom) who only married him because he was high ranking, rich, and because she missed his aloof personality for being stupid and easy to control.

That was not the case and Prudence found herself very easily annoyed by Starcutter's personality and habit to talk about weird philosophy and freedom. This culminated to Prudence trying to kill Starcutter but failing to do so. They get a divorce after this with Prudence getting some of Starcutter's family money. This causes the reputation of Starcutter's family to be damaged and amidst all this chaos and discourse Starcutter realizes that this could be his only chance to escape and be free so he takes the rest of the money and leaves the Night kingdom.

He spends most of his time traveling Pyrrhia basically being on vacation. Since this happens before Foeslayer hatched and because Prudence doesn't want to bring him up ever so Foeslayer never gets to know anything about her father and Starcutter never gets to meet Foeslayer. Despite his aloof and go with the flow personality during the day when he is about to rest he hopes that the dragonet he had is okay not knowing what unfolded. Also one unintentional consequence of him cutting ties with the Nigh kingdom and exploring Pyrrhia is that he wasn't there when all the Nighwings flew away so he actually still in Pyrrhia even after the events of Darkstalker Legends but since he was never really attached to the Night Kingdom he just really doesn't care so it doesn't bother him that much, the only thing that does being not knowing what happened to his dragonet

#wings of fire #wof #wof oc #wof collab oc

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megumi-fm · 3 months

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this week on megumi.fm ▸ coding and coffeeshops

📋 Tasks

💻 Internship ↳ lab meet!!! got to learn about the other projects in the lab ↳ got work from home approved!! ↳ optimize protein seq code // account for missing residues ✅ ↳ add on a binding site identifier function for code using 4.5A distance threshold ✅ ↳ optimize binding site code // reducing time complexity for large PDB file inputs ✅ ↳ download and extract alphafold human protein repository and analyze pdb file formats ↳ set up progress tracker and upload code on colab ✅ 🎓 Uni ↳ Final Project: update images quality according to changes mentioned ✅ ↳ renew uni email for extra credit classes ✅ ↳ extra credit classes started this week! 🩺Radiomics Projects ↳ call with teammates to discuss next steps ✅ 📧 Application-related ↳ finished masters application form for 1/1 Uni (waiting on my referee reports) ✅ ↳ finalize referee report from my profs ✅

📅 Daily-s

🛌 consistent sleep [7/7] 💧 good water intake [5/7] 👟 exercise [5/7]

Fun Stuff this week

🍻 met up with my bestie @muakrrr <3 it was a stressful tuesday so meeting him for lunch was super comforting! he bought this cute purple drink and I got myself some ginger ale and the waiter served us the wrong drinks (gender and expectations something something) and it was amusing to watch them get confused when we corrected them 🎂 mom's b'day this week!! went out for dinner with her!! 🛒 went shopping with relatives who I haven't seen in years. bought myself a book! (rip my bookshelf) ☕ went out for coffee and dinner with my girlies (the same besties who I exchanged mugs with). we're trying to spend as much time together as possible before we leave to different countries for our masters 🎮 continuing the beginner's guide 📺 ongoing: Marry my Husband, Cherry Magic Th, Last Twilight 📺 binged: KinnPorsche The Series

📻 This week's soundtrack

Love Wins All by IU (been crying over this music video for days now. it's beautiful) KinnPorsche theme by Slot Machine: Kinn's theme [aka Phiang Waichai; TH] | Porche's theme [aka Free Fall; Eng] (first of all this is one of the catchiest theme songs to exist second only to SPECIALZ aka the JJK s2 op i'm also particularly losing my mind over how the two themes are love letters to the main characters from each other... the narrative parallels of it all are driving me insane sldkhlaksjkshs) Dum Dum by Jeff Satur + the Live Unchained version where his vocals are heavenly (maybe im so drawn to this song because the chorus is similar to the melodic motifs of the KPTS themes/soundtrack, either way, the show introduced me to him and god. I've been voraciously consuming his discography.) Ghost by Jeff Satur (on repeat all week. thoroughly obsessed with this song- the lyricism, his voice, the storyline in the MV, his acting, everything. wow. truly.)

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[Jan 22 to 28 ; week 4/52 || I. love. my. internship. like. I have been having the most fun time problem solving and troubleshooting. it's also super satisfying to see the outcome of my code. it's been a while since I used python (I've been coding on C) so I forget that python has a lot of inbuilt functions that would do the same tasks I inadvertently entrust my nested loops with, and finding out about them is always so joyous (although it means I have to scrap off several chunks of code). i am a bit annoyed though, because the other intern isn't really doing any work that we're entrusted with so I'm having to carry the team and it's taking me too much time. but oh well. I've suggested we split tasks from next week, hopefully that'll make things better.

I've also been procrastinating a lot when it comes to my masters applications and it really hit me this week when I had to run to uni several times to get things approved and completed. Now that I'll get to work from home I need to set up a proper schedule to get application work completed wayy in advance. also need to resume my GRE prep from next week.]

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mayakern · 1 year

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Have you ever considered hosting a design contest?

The grand prize could be the privilege to colab with you on some future skirt designs!

i’m not a fan of those kinds of things as they’re pretty exploitative since the companies that do this are essentially asking for a bunch of people to give them free labor so they can maybe have the CHANCE for a paying gig, all while generating free publicity.

it’s a really scummy practice and while i know it wouldn’t be the same coming from me, since i am not a mega corporation who can and should budget thousands and thousands of dollars for a design project, it’s still not really cool imo

#ask

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omg thank you for being the first normal person I've seen so far about AI who's also an artist T-T like obviously all the stealing is horrible and it's good it's talked about but almost everyone really is acting like the idea of computers being capable of creating images killed their firstborn child

(also I don't mean it as one of the weird AI art bros but as an artist myself I'm just glad that there are other artist with open mind to the concept)

no right like its insane to me to see how many other people who seem reasonable and level headed are falling for the kneejerk response to say ai Isn't Art Can't Be Art ! It's throwing out the baby with the bathwater to an almost incomprehensible degree.

Unfortunately the fact of the matter is that we live in an era where essentially all new technology's first and prime purpose will be for ghoulish, capitalistic, anti-human ends. But to reject any other uses for the technology doesn't do anything other than make you look like an anti-tech weirdo. This is genuinely insanely impressive and revolutionary tech! There are a TON of legitimate artistic uses for AI image generation.

It also seems weird that everyone is delving into this false binary of 'dont use AI, learn to draw' as if there is any conceivable reason for these things to be mutually exclusive? Like, before all of the AI discourse really popped off i was doing some experimenting with using AI in my process.

the texturing used in this drawing was made by VQGAN + Clip (different type of image generation than the stable diffusion model that is producing most of the AI art that's up for debate right now) running through google colab. I made a bunch of these weird, ethereal images that would have been almost impossible for me to produce under my own power - it would have taken a titanic amount of time, effort, and design to produce any of these through illustrative or photo editing techniques.

here's a sampling of some of the textures i made. Now I think it would be a real struggle to try and claim that these images made are plagiarisms. However, I stopped messing with the google colab generation for one key reason: i didnt know enough about the image databases being used to train these models. That's the real stumbling block

the internet is CHOCK FULL of images that are free to use commercially and repurposes, there's stuff like wikimedia commons, the smithsonian open access, unsplash and pexels which have free stock photos, etc. I honestly think a nonzero amount of artists would consent to having some of their work used in image generation databases if they were promised noncommercial use of the resulting images, also. But the problem is the people training these AI don't give a shit about any of that. It's just the complete entitlement to other people's work and neglect for creative boundaries that makes AI generation bad.

The fact that people are attempting to replicate the art of living, working artists, or people like kentaro miura who by all accounts were so dedicated to the craft that they worked themselves to death sickens me. And the fact that the companies responsible for this are using that as an active selling point for their product is even worse. It's a pretty miserable time to be an artist, and this is just the icing on the cake.

But I don't want silicon valley greed and bizarre, impotent jealousy from redditors who want custom waifu jpgs to mean that nobody who could really benefit from AI image generation gets to use it.

like, my dad for example. he's been a creative person his whole life but it never really went anywhere. He drew a lot as a kid and then went and got a degree in filmmaking. My parents were living in LA when I was born, with my dad managing a filming/sound studio and the two of them trying to break into writing screenplays. This did not happen because they had three kids, and for the past decade and then some my dad had been doing database programming on contract for the CDC. Now, in his mid 50s, he's finally got a permanent and secure position and, rather than spending all his free time raising children or getting PMP certified to try and angle for a string of promotions, he can start having hobbies again. there's a comic he's been wanting to draw for as long as I can remember.

only, one big problem - in 2021 he had surgery on his cataracts and never healed properly. He's got severely impaired vision and looking at stuff too hard for to long causes him a ton of eye strain and pain. He has to look at a lot of screens for his job so by the time he's off work for the day he's pretty much too fatigued to do all the intense visual stuff it'd take to make a comic.

I wanted to tell him AI image generation could help him make the kind of stuff he always dreamed about making as a kid but instead I had to tell him that as it stands, the predatory nature of AI modeling means it's insanely hard to use it without ripping off vulnerable creatives. Instead we chatted a bit about combining 3d assets, digitally edited photos, or photobashing/digital kitbashing methods to try and make a pipeline he could do without drawing, but the time commitment to learn these methods is probably just not feasible unless his eyes make a pretty unprecedented recovery in future years.

Like, that's the worst thing about all of this. The idea that AI makes the production of certain kinds of art more accessible to people with disabilities isn't just a 'gotcha' being used by the pro-AI people, it's also true. I would love for my dad to be able to make his comic. I myself also have a huge string of health issues and sometimes the main thing stopping me from drawing is that it hurts to do so. Anything in my process that could reduce the strain drawing puts on my body is an accessibility concern in some ways. Eventually degrading so much that I can't draw at all is one of my biggest fears.

But that doesn't counter all of the negatives! It just doesnt! Which fucking sucks man it just sucks so fucking bad that we have this cool incredible thing and we can't use it without being complicit in some stuff i am fully ideologically against! As things stand I really cant imagine that 'ethical' AI image generation will ever exist, so unfortunately it will have to be in the hands of the people using it to decide for themselves if they are using it in a way that is predatory or harmful, or as a legitimate tool to make meaningful works of art.

#sorry to go on this whole rant ive just been percolating on these thoughts for awhile.#long post #ai #i know this comes off as preachy im just passionate about this subject

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