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ducksido · 1 month ago

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Maybe you can do the twst boys with a Chinese! Yuu?

Chinese!Yuu

Grim

“Hah? You eat noodles AND rice every day?! That’s too much starch, Yuu!”

“Wait, you have how many regional cuisines? That’s too many flavors for one person!”

Demands to try hotpot, but regrets it once the spice kicks in.

The NRC Student Body

“Your New Year lasts for two weeks? Lucky!”

“Your ghost stories are terrifying. I’m never sleeping again.”

“Did you just… call someone a turtle egg as an insult?”

Staff Reactions

Crowley

“Ah, the Middle Kingdom, so grand and historic! Perhaps you could teach me a thing or two about feng shui?”

Probably mispronounces xie xie (thank you) in the worst way possible.

Thinks China is “one big place with pandas.”

Crewel

“Your embroidery work is exquisite. I must say, I admire the craftsmanship in your traditional garments.”

Likes silk and is fascinated by Chinese fashion history.

Trein

“The literary history of your country is astounding. Have you read Journey to the West?”

Has deep respect for the philosophical schools of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism.

Vargas

Absolutely loves kung fu movies.

Tries to get Yuu to teach him some real martial arts.

“Wait, so in some stories, your warriors used qi to fly?!”

Sam

“A land of trade and spice? That’s my kind of place!”

Immediately asks if Yuu can hook him up with some premium Chinese tea.

Dorm Reactions

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Loves how strict Chinese table manners are. “Ah, finally! Someone who understands proper etiquette!”

Fascinated by tea culture, but questions why there are so many types of tea.

Trey Clover

Tries making mooncakes during Mid-Autumn Festival.

Probably loves dim sum—especially egg tarts.

Cater Diamond

Obsessed with Chinese street food. “Dude, those jianbing (savory crepes) look amazing!”

Wants to take selfies with a dragon dance.

Ace Trappola

“Wait, your New Year’s money comes in little red envelopes? Where’s mine?”

Probably tries to join a lion dance troupe for fun.

Deuce Spade

Thinks martial arts are super cool and wants to learn.

“So, you celebrate New Year by setting off fireworks inside your house?! That’s crazy!”

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

“So, tigers are a big deal in your culture, huh?”

Secretly respects the idea of ancestor worship.

Ruggie Bucchi

100% relates to Chinese street vendors hustling.

Loves scallion pancakes because they’re cheap and delicious.

Jack Howl

“Kung fu training from a young age? That’s impressive.”

Lowkey wants to practice tai chi.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

Fascinated by China’s trade history and monopolies (silk trade, anyone?).

Tries to convince Yuu to let him sell exclusive Chinese delicacies.

Jade Leech

“So your cuisine has mushrooms in almost everything? How delightful.”

Fascinated by traditional medicine and herbal remedies.

Floyd Leech

“Your New Year celebrations are loud and fun! I wanna chase the dragon next time!”

Tries Sichuan hotpot and doesn’t even flinch at the spice.

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

“Your tea culture is so refined! You have whole ceremonies for it? Amazing!”

Gets along well with Yuu because both cultures love big family gatherings.

Jamil Viper

Appreciates the hard work ethic and discipline.

“Your historical architecture is so intricate… How do people even build things like that?”

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

“So, you have legends about ghosts and demons with long black hair? No thanks.”

Secretly obsessed with Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Ortho Shroud

“Did you know China is at the forefront of AI research? Amazing!”

Loves Chinese mythology, especially about dragons.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

Loves the mythological Chinese dragons and thinks they’re just as regal as fae dragons.

Lilia Vanrouge

LOVES old Chinese battle tactics. “The Art of War? Oh, I read that centuries ago!”

Knows how to use chopsticks perfectly.

Silver

“Your myths about celestial warriors are inspiring.”

Wants to try Chinese meditation techniques.

Sebek Zigvolt

“You have a rich history of military strategy? I must study it!”

Thinks guanxi (relationship networks) is a brilliant social concept.

RSA + Noble Bell

Chenya

“Wait, you have a myth about a talking cat that helps people? That’s me!”

Neige LeBlanche

Thinks hanfu and qipao outfits are gorgeous.

Rollo Flamme

“Your festivals involve fire? Unacceptable.”

Secretly respects China’s poetic traditions.

Extra Chaos & Traditions

Yuu uses Chinese insults that don’t translate well. “You dog-headed fool!”

Gives out red envelopes on Lunar New Year, causing a frenzy at NRC.

Brings hotpot to a dorm party—and no one is ready for the spice.

Superstitious about numbers, refuses to go near anything with ‘4’ (because it sounds like “death”).

Keeps carrying tea around and insists it’s healthier than NRC’s obsession with coffee.

#twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #twst yuu #twst incorrect quotes #culture!yuu #twst headcanons #chinese!yuu

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alexander-23 · 5 months ago

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Ambessa Medarda x Reader Imagine?

A/N: I haven’t written fanfic in like 3-4 years so I’m mega rusty, but AI is bad for the planet, so here I am. Also, I’ve become very attached to this goddess of a woman. I will be writing this out aaaaaand a part 2, just doing baby steps.

Summary: breakdown of their relationship and the horror of war

TW: angst, mild description of war, mild description of injuries, mention of torture (mild)

Masterlist

Ambessa is a very forceful and tough warlord, nothing stops her, no weaknesses. That is, except for me.

Im trained well enough in war strategy, her right hand in strategising, but not much of a fighter

She has been teaching me defense, eases her mind, builds my confidence

Unfortunately, it was not enough and enemies have captured me

That was a month ago

I am now stumbling back towards the camp Ambessa had set up for her army

I'm shivering, skinnier from the lack of food I was given when imprisoned, lacking my armor the enemies stripped from me.

Im barefoot, dirty, wounds and cuts from the interrogations and torture

Im weak, tired, and cold

I see the camp in the distance, willing my voice to reach them, but it's quiet and rough from either the screams of pain or lack of use

I keep stumbling along, willing my voice to work

“Ambes-”. “Ambessa”

My voice is weak and isn't reaching even 5 feet in front of me

A guard up far ahead at the entrance notices me and starts yelling

My vision is blurry, edges darkening, my legs weakening

I stumble down, too tired to get back up

The last thing i see is a blurred figure standing over me

#reader insert #x y/n #ambessa medarda x reader #ambessa medarda/reader #lol ambessa #ambessa x you #ambessa league of legends #ambessa x reader #arcane ambessa #ambessa medarda #angst #angst with a happy ending

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specialagentartemis · 1 year ago

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Friend Like Me: Murderbot's Relationships With Other AIs throughout The Murderbot Diaries

It’s important to me that the thematic core of The Murderbot Diaries is not only about determining what it means to be a robot person in a human world, but about showcasing so many ways to be a robot person in a human world. And about building relationships with other robot persons to support that self-actualization as both a robot and a person.

So often, in science fiction about robot personhood, the robot character is the only robot in the cast. Not only that, so often the robot character is the only robot they know.*

When media thinks about AI personhood, or Ais as characters in society, the AI character is often alone. Alone, and different. It’s a potent allegory for what it feels like to be an outsider, to be “other,” to feel “off” from the people around you. Whether a sympathetic friend or a scary unknowable villain, a lot of people can relate to feeling like that.

The Murderbot Diaries is doing something interesting, then, by showing us our protagonist Murderbot, the prototypical robot-among-humans, the robot as a parallel for queer and neurodivergent and outsider-cultural experiences in a world of expected norms, the robot with human friends, the one robot member of an otherwise all-human team… and it can’t live like that. So it leaves.

So far, the series feels split into two halves: the first four books, about Murderbot learning different ways to be a robot in relationships with humans, and the next three** about Murderbot learning different ways to be a robot in relationships with other robots, and a robot in a mixed society.

In All Systems Red, Murderbot starts off painfully alone. It repeatedly sees other SecUnits as enemies, and believes that SecUnits can't trust each other because they're all under control of humans. It has a very low opinion of SecUnits, including itself. Murderbot hates being used by humans for violence or for petty reasons, and admits that it wants to half-ass its job.

In Artificial Condition, Murderbot meets ART, a university research ship who loves its crew and loves its function. It is also free to be a snarky asshole, as Murderbot repeatedly notes (and assigns in its very name). This relationship to humans—genuinely caring for its crew, genuinely wanting to participate in its research and teaching function—is a very different relationship than Murderbot has had, though ART still needs to keep its intelligence and personality hidden from most humans for its own safety. Conversely, this is the book where Murderbot meets a ComfortUnit that is blatantly being abused and misused by its human owner, and it hates her. The contrast between ART and the ComfortUnit displays very different ways of Ais relating to their human “owners”—and what it means for them to get what they want out of life.

In Rogue Protocol, Murderbot confronts this theme most directly, with the bot Miki.�� Unlike the implications of secrecy we get from ART, Miki is not hidden from anybody; unlike with the ComfortUnit, Miki is a respected and equal member of its team. Murderbot has a very hard time believing that Miki is anything but a patronized “pet bot” to these humans, despite the evidence that the humans genuinely consider it a friend and teammate. Miki has never been abused, and never had to hide. Murderbot has a hard time accepting that this is a way bots and humans can relate to each other.

But Miki is still, in the classical sci-fi robot-on-a-human-team way, unique; it expresses to Murderbot, “I have human friends, but I never had a friend like me.”

This is a much better way of being a robot among humans than Murderbot has seen before, but it’s still not the ideal Murderbot wants, either.

Exit Strategy brings the theme full-circle and the quartet to a close. Murderbot faces off against a Combat SecUnit (or CombatUnit; Wells seems to change her mind about this). The Combat SecUnit represents everything Murderbot has rejected being, everything it has overcome on its journey of self-actualization. During their fight, the CSU rejects Murderbot’s offers of freedom, money, a fake ID, the opportunity to get out of its situation the way Murderbot has; it ignores the offer. Murderbot asks the CSU what it wants. The CSU replies, “I want to kill you.” The CSU represents the kind of SecUnit Murderbot does not want to be, the kind of robot it used to think it would inevitably be but has now seen so many other ways it can be. Murderbot says in the same scene, “I’m not sure it [the offer of freedom] would have worked on me, before my mass murder incident. I didn’t know what I wanted (I still didn’t know what I wanted)…” But at the same time, the confrontation makes it clear: Murderbot knows some things it doesn’t want, and the CSU is embracing everything Murderbot doesn’t want about being a SecUnit.

If this quartet is about what it means to be a robot, and to be a robot among humans, then the next set of books (Network Effect, Fugitive Telemetry, and System Collapse) is about being a robot among other robots, and a robot in a society that supports both humans and robots.

Fugitive Telemetry makes this most obvious, with its plotline about the free bot community on Preservation. Murderbot is uncomfortable around them in a similar way that it was uncomfortable around Miki. The Preservation bots are happy, fulfilled, responsible, mutually supportive, and have a meaningful community with both humans and each other that does not match Murderbot’s experiences of what being a bot, or being a bot among humans, means.

Network Effect brings Murderbot back into contact with ART, and introduces a new SecUnit, Three. Murderbot navigating its relationship with ART as a free agent and after a perceived betrayal is a huge part of the book. Murderbot’s disembodied-software-fork Murderbot 2.0, freed from much of Murderbot’s organic anxiety, shows itself much more willing to be social with other bots and constructs. System Collapse follows, bringing further depth and complexity to Murderbot’s relationship with ART and expanding its interactions with Three, and furthers Murderbot’s integration into the casual bot-human community that is ART’s crew. It also shows that Murderbot’s willingness to trust and even form tentative friendships with other AIs and systems, like AdaCol2, has expanded. The way it extends the governor module hack to the opposing SecUnits is informed a lot more strongly by Murderbot 2.0’s interactions with Three than its own previous clumsy attempts to reach out to the CSU in Exit Strategy, or abrupt dumping of the hack on the ComfortUnit in Artificial Condition. All of these plotlines emphasize Murderbot maturing into not just being a person among humans, but a person recognizing its place and obligations within society that includes both people like and unlike it.

The models of the many ways to be a robot person, and significant relationships and interactions with other robot persons, were and are crucial to Murderbot’s development, sense of self, articulation of its desires, and sense of belonging in the world. Murderbot isn’t alone, and it’s not the only person like itself that it knows. When offered a place in society, it is not the only person like itself in that society. Meeting other AIs, forming relationships with them, was crucial in helping it articulate what it wants in its life. Its human friends are incredibly important to it! That doesn’t stop being true. But so are its AI friends, and the other AIs it passed through the lives of.

This feels like one of the most honest and affirming depictions of what it’s like to feel “other”—that being around only majority people unlike-you, even the ones you like, even your friends, even the ones who mean the best for you and ask you what you need and do everything they can to provide it, can still be exhausting and alienating. Meeting other people like you—even if they’re like you in unlike ways, and have different ways of moving through the world—shows you the many ways to relate to the rest of the world, to be in the world. The many ways to relate to other people and to yourself. The Murderbot Diaries opens up a world where that can be true of bot/construct/AI characters, when so often in sci-fi, their loneliness and alienation is where the metaphor stops.

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*Lt. Data from Star Trek: The Next Generation is probably the most famous example; the only positronic android like himself in existence, barring his evil twin who mostly just needs to be stopped. Others coming to mind include Becky Chambers's A Closed and Common Orbit, in which the AI character is trying to understand who she is in the context of being surrounded by humans; Alien, the secret android crewmate among humans is a threat, and in the sequel Aliens, the android crewmate is earnestly trying to prove he's not; Space Sweepers has a ragtag crew of several humans and a robot; most of the stories in Isaac Asimov's I, Robot are about a singular robot in a human facility. The setup "Human crew with their ship AI" is fairly common in sci-fi, from 2001: A Space Odyssey with its tragically antagonistic HAL9000 operating on a logic that would never occur to humans, to Wolf 359 and The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet where the ship AIs are struggling to determine and articulate how they want to relate to their human friends. Even in Ancillary Justice, Breq is alone and having to pass undercover as human cut adrift from her previous life as a ship's AI. (I know this changes later but I have not actually read the rest of the trilogy)

**as of System Collapse

#MurderMetaMay #The Murderbot Diaries #Murderbot #meta #my meta #my writing

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mekkthemighty · 7 months ago

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So just came from seeing Wild Robot and a few things, SPOILERS for books and movie ahead btw

I will preface this by saying it was a fantastic film that I absolutely loved, the visuals were mindblowing and made me jealous of the practiced skill of the animation team

Anyway my biggest complaint for the movie (and I get why they did it) was the moment where the literal power of love wakes up the deactivated Roz, I really liked the book Roz that genuinely was still a robot to her core, emotionless and robotically logical but nevertheless falling into the patterns of motherhood due to her AI learning from nature

They did the power of love in the books too, it helped the animals overcome their fear and work together to pull off some epic battle tactics which weren't in the movie, like for the final fight of book one they had Nettle the bear's self sacrifice to take out the RECO only to be saved by the river fish was awesome, and all the birds raining bird poop all over the sensors of another one only to lead it blind into a muddy bog so it can be kicked to death by the moose, final battle in movie (while visually fantastic) lacked any of that strategy the animals learned from Roz

I had hoped they'd have focused more on the "helping others is a survival skill" aspect and the learning curve that took her from robot to wild robot, but the themes of motherhood were beautifully done

Oh and ROZ's camouflage skills, where was the intentional mud and moss coating of her body making her look like a cyborg treant, I mean they do the character design with moss and dirt by the end but they just accumulate over time naturally... instead of Roz just slathering herself with it and being a bush around which the animals all gossip

Also one last note, in the book Longneck is killed by a human with a rifle, Robots can't harm living creatures is a major plotpoint in the books, its a barrier Roz has to overcome and the RECOs are even subject to it which is why the animals had a shot against them in the first place, this is a plot point that the movie Brightbill even states out loud right before a robot pops out and shoots Longneck, like wtf

Other things I wish they kept from the book:

Brightbill turning Roz off and on again and temporarily thinking he committed matricide

Roz vs the bears during the learning curve

The learning curve

Roz and Brightbill bonding over the shared experience of being the only surviving "egg"

Roz being the goddamn prometheus of this islands critters literally teaching them to harness fire

Things the movie added that I liked

Brightbill acting like a robot

Fink the fox being a fully realised character (tho at the cost of some other favs)

Felling the tree to redirect the river to stop the forest fire

Vontra, just everything about it

The stickers for 10% off your next universal designs purchase

Brightbill helping build the lodge

"I am low on power, have made unsanctioned alterations to my code, and have been damaged in ways that have likely voided my warranty" "what she means is she loves you"

Pinktail Possum was great and so were her kids

"Are you here to kill us?" Whether your answer is yes or no, you're about to get yeeted by a moose

"HELLO I AM ROZZUM UNIT 7134 DO YOU NEED ASSISTANCE!" While chasing down random animals

Roz "I am not a mother I am a robot, I must be recalled at once"

Pinktail "no you're a mom now"

Roz "understood I am a mom now"

Still a great movie just wish they kept Roz a robot through and through and just kept with the whole "she doesn't need to have emotions to be a good mom" thing

Definitely recommend a watch of it

#wild robot #robot #peter brown #the wild robot #book vs movie

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gladiusveritatis · 3 months ago

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what would william & louis work in modern au? do u have any headcanon for them

Good question. I’ve based my ideas on their personalities in the manga, carefully considering key moments that reveal who they are. I believe these career paths suit them perfectly in a modern context. Dedication and commitment to their goals are defining traits of the brothers, so here’s my reasoning:

Despite the various discussions within the fandom about William’s potential involvement in criminology or profiling, he would most likely remain true to his original role in the work—a mathematics professor, an educator, and a man of science who teaches and researches. William’s drive to change people’s ways of thinking would still define him, leading him to conduct and participate in conferences, host seminars, and deliver lectures to students. Students, with their open and adaptable minds, are the demographic most ready to learn and understand the world they are preparing to navigate. I believe he would author numerous papers and books, not only on mathematics but also on planned economics.

As for Louis, in my view, he would be an excellent candidate for the position of head of an international banking consortium. With money, AI, and the trade market being pivotal factors in determining the stability of nations, Louis’s cool-headed, results-driven mindset makes him perfectly suited for such a role. Moreover, as someone dedicated to serving his country, he would undoubtedly establish ethical standards and excel at managing alliances, uniting divergent interests into a cohesive strategy. This role would also grant him transparency in transactions between major banks and provide him with an avenue to influence international organisations.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #yuumori #mtp louis #ynm louis

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hypelens · 4 months ago

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nautilusopus · 7 months ago

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jokes aside gascoigne is honestly one of the best first bosses in like any game ever, it's just that what he's there to teach you differs pretty drastically from nearly every other game, including the previous two soulsbornes before it

he's got a gun and a whackin' stick just like the player, and you immediately see how incredibly effective it is when he just fucking comes after you, and hey maybe you could try that. and how nearly every attack in this game has momentum, so dodging backwards (which was generally the smart option in a lot of situations in ds1 and 2) is an invitation to get your shit pushed in. he's there to force you into the only path to victory, which is to get in his face and go to town.

it's pretty deep in the game but one particular boss, amygdala (one of the first "big" bosses you find), is even there to fuck with players that have gotten used to the "bury your face in its ass" strategy of big bosses where its ass cuts all damage down to like a tenth and will easily instakill you, and the safest option is to actually hang out in front of it and dodge and attack rather than trying to hunker down in a safe spot. (its AI is actually incredibly passive btw in order to facilitate this teaching strategy of "staying in front of a boss for once" and sometimes it'll just sit there and puke multiple turns in a row, but when you're new to a boss that does this kind of thing and you're there in the moment you don't really realise that's what's going on.)

it's put the game in a weird spot where people that wanted it to be a dark souls either complained it was either way too easy ("the game shouldn't reward you for being that aggressive! souls games are about slowly and carefully trading blows and waiting for openings and being patient! healing from attacking just encourages button mashing! there's not even any boulder traps that kill you with no warning or platforming with controls that aren't built for platforming anymore! ugh game for noobs!") or way too hard ("there's not a SINGLE chance to recover your stamina or heal in this game and your dodges have almost NO i-frames because the animation is too fast and you can't even block anymore and you have zero Poise period no matter what while enemies can have it and everything has WAY too much range so there's nowhere even to dodge in the first place! and your health bar is so small even if you invest in it and everything does so so much damage it's completely unreasonable!") and somehow you still spot this shit in the wild even though it's been almost ten years.

i'm still not over that one liveblog where someone was bitching the gun does almost no damage so CLEARLY no one playtested it, why even have a gun, ugh they removed shields so you can't even parry anymore

#bloodborne

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politicalprof · 4 months ago

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The Banality of AI and the destruction of actual thought:

In my continuing exploration of the many ways AI is going to make it ever easier to say bland and innocuous things without having to think about it, I present the following prompt and response from Google Gemini for anyone interested.

For context, universities have for decades now been layering on new requirements intended to provide an "objective" basis for assessing why one candidate deserves tenure or not, or why one applicant deserves a grant or a job, etc. However, while these layers may be well-intended, in time they devolve into rote exercises that prove little beyond the fact that you know how to write certain types of statements "the right way." One such statement that is commonly required these days is a "teaching statement." It is ubiquitous for job applications, tenure and promotion files, and even some grant applications. Enjoy!

Prompt:

write a teaching statement for a tenure application that emphasizes my use of student-centered, active learning with the goal of developing my students' critical thinking skills

Response:

Teaching Statement

My approach to teaching is rooted in the belief that students learn best by actively engaging with course material and constructing their own understanding. I strive to create dynamic, student-centered learning environments that foster critical thinking, collaboration, and intellectual curiosity. My goal is not simply to transmit knowledge, but to empower students to become independent thinkers and lifelong learners.

Student-Centered Learning: I prioritize student engagement and agency in the learning process. I design my courses with a variety of active learning strategies, including:

Inquiry-based learning: I pose open-ended questions and present real-world problems that encourage students to explore concepts, formulate hypotheses, and develop solutions collaboratively.

Collaborative projects: I incorporate group work and peer learning activities that promote teamwork, communication, and the exchange of diverse perspectives.

Case studies and simulations: I use case studies and simulations to provide students with opportunities to apply theoretical knowledge to practical situations, analyze complex scenarios, and make informed decisions.

Reflective writing and discussions: I encourage students to reflect on their learning through journals, online forums, and class discussions, promoting metacognition and deeper understanding.

Developing Critical Thinking: A central focus of my teaching is to cultivate students' critical thinking skills. I explicitly teach and model these skills through:

Analyzing and evaluating information: I guide students in assessing the credibility, relevance, and bias of information sources, encouraging them to question assumptions and challenge conventional wisdom.

Constructing arguments and supporting claims: I provide opportunities for students to develop well-reasoned arguments, supported by evidence and logical reasoning.

Problem-solving and decision-making: I present complex problems that require students to analyze information, identify potential solutions, and evaluate their consequences.

Debates and discussions: I facilitate respectful and intellectually stimulating debates and discussions that encourage students to consider multiple perspectives and refine their own viewpoints.

Creating an Inclusive Learning Environment: I am committed to creating a welcoming and inclusive classroom where all students feel valued, respected, and supported in their learning. I strive to:

Establish clear expectations and learning goals.

Provide timely and constructive feedback.

Offer individualized support and guidance.

Promote a culture of respect and open communication.

Assessment and Continuous Improvement: I use a variety of assessment methods to measure student learning and inform my teaching practice, including:

Formative assessments: I use ongoing assessments, such as quizzes, in-class activities, and online discussions, to monitor student progress and provide timely feedback.

Summative assessments: I use exams, projects, and presentations to evaluate student learning outcomes and mastery of course content.

Student feedback: I actively solicit student feedback through course evaluations and informal surveys to identify areas for improvement and refine my teaching strategies.

Conclusion: I am passionate about teaching and dedicated to creating engaging and effective learning experiences for my students. I believe that my student-centered, active learning approach, with its emphasis on critical thinking, prepares students not only for success in their academic pursuits but also for meaningful engagement in their future careers and communities. I am committed to continuous growth as an educator and look forward to further developing my teaching practice at [Institution Name].

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rhamrhanch · 8 months ago

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Shepherd of Death, Don't Herd Me

Part Two: Show Me Your Sincerity

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Ramattra/Reader (gender-neutral pronouns)

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: canon-typical violence, hurt/comfort

Next Chapter // Masterlist

chapter under the cut ↓

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Ramattra’s first memory was of waking up alone. There were others before that—visions of destruction, hazy scraps of what he’d done during the war. But he had never considered those to be his own. They were the actions of a godlike AI, driven to a madness of its own creation. They were not his memories. The day his life began, the emotions he felt; those were uniquely his own.

He remembered how his system burst with consciousness, forced to bear the overwhelming weight of sudden life. He remembered the confusion as he fought to maintain his sanity amidst the brutal assault, his circuits ripping themselves apart from the inside. Beside him lay a body; it was himself.

No, not himself—another R-7000, coolant leaking from the gaping hole in its chest. Dead, but never really alive either.

His central processor crackled with heat as a tidal wave of information poured into his mind all at once.

Humans. Anubis. Crying. Screaming. Blood. Death.

A thousand subroutines flashed across his HUD.

ERROR: Unable to process sentience. Retrying…

ERROR: No sense of self located. Searching cache…

ERROR: “Ḩ̶̗͐͐E̵̱̦̹̖̐́̈́̂L̶̠̤͚͓̐͠P ̴̖́̌̔M̶̛͕E̷̡̛͑̕̕͜” is invalid parameter.

ERROR: Message overflow.

When he finally dragged himself from the quagmire of death and destruction that surrounded him to civilization, desperate for help and staggering on weak legs like a newborn lamb, he was brutally awakened to the nature of this new world. It was a world of blinding hatred, towards omnics for their devastation in the war, towards him for leading them. There was no empathy, no pity for their position as tools in a war they did not desire. Empty shells incapable of choice, forced to reckon with the violence they wrought in a body that was not their own.

There was no place for him in this world.

Even among his peers in the Shambali, Ramattra stood out. He was the only Ravager in the monastery; a hulking figure compared to his companions, who in model and manner so closely resembled the humans he was made to destroy. A constant reminder of his purpose during the war, and the ultimate banality of his creation.

Still, he persisted, searching for enlightenment by the glow of the Iris. There must have been something worth protecting about this world for Aurora to make such a heavy sacrifice. So, he doggedly followed his master’s teachings. His hands, once forged to destroy, would build bridges towards the day omnics and humans could live together in peace. But over time, his once steadfast beliefs were chipped away, over and over again. Every day, omnics, his people, were killed, while he preached pacifism to their murderers. He couldn’t take it anymore; there had to be another way.

Leaving his brothers was difficult, but a necessary step on the path to liberation. He freed as many omnics as he could, as nonviolently as he could, collecting allies along the way—but it wasn’t enough. For as many omnics as he saved, twice as many were killed. He needed to change strategy again.

His allies argued against him. They said his methods were too drastic, that there was a better way. He didn’t understand them, why they weren’t being drastic enough. Their people were one generation, finite. Every minute spent trying to find peace meant another part of them was lost forever—time could not be wasted.

King’s Row was a new start for his cause. Humanity could no longer ignore what it wrought on his people, forced to witness the seeds of brutality they sowed bear its bitter fruit.

And what had his efforts earned him? Abandoned by his comrades, condemned by his former master—for what? For all their preaching, violence was the one thing humans understood at the core; they were practically connoisseurs of it. His actions were a mere drop compared to the ocean of blood that stained the annals of human history. If he was to be condemned, then so be it. For the future of his people, he would shoulder that burden alone.

He found a new benefactor, a sympathetic patron to his cause. There were rumors of Talon’s other endeavors, but he paid them no mind. The petty squabbles between humans meant little to him, especially now that he had as many resources as he could dream of at his disposal. Paris, Busan, Rio, Toronto… For as long as his people felt no safety, neither would humanity. They would acknowledge the decades of suffering he witnessed at their complacency, by will or by force.

Gothenburg had been his next target. But it had ended in failure, with his command ship sitting at the bottom of the North Sea. Now a defunct organization of vigilantes, Overwatch still felt entitled to interfere with his mission. The hypocrisy of it all was infuriating.

Something soft touched his leg. One of his power cores had been compromised by that armored brute’s hammer; the trauma seemed to shut him down as a reflex. The automatic reboot kickstarted by the remaining units was slow, but he appeared to be regaining some sensation.

The softness moved up his body. He tried to reach out, seeking its source, but his arm wouldn’t move. Alertness spread through his chassis. There was a strange imbalance—something clouding his spatial awareness. His optic sensors restarted, and it was then that he realized he was slouched over; unable to correct his posture, his range of vision was limited. He looked to the side—ah, that’s right. That man, part metal and part meat, had sliced through his shoulder. His right arm was gone.

There was a gentle pressure on his chest. His optics flicked down, head still unmovable. A human was sitting in front of him, hand splayed on his ribs. Out of reflex, he tried to shove you away. But his arm was motionless, actuators still slow on the uptake. He could only watch you.

Your face was obscured by a cap, but from this angle he could see the gun holstered at your waist. It slid against your thigh as you stood up, leaving him for your workbench. He couldn’t move his head to follow you, but it wasn’t long before you returned, crowbar in hand. To his horror, you jabbed the thing into his chest and began to pry him open.

Anger flooded his system, the overwhelming heat of it stimulating his internal fans to life. The absolute gall to dare disassemble him, with as much grace as a child holding a stick.

You were absorbed in your dissection—a foolish mistake. His chest plate slowly cracked open, exposing the tender circuits and wires of his internal machinery. Residual power surged through his body, making his fingers twitch.

Finally.

Ramattra lunged forward, clamping his hand around your neck—but his fist would not close fully. There was a strange tightness in his wrist, like a rubber band pulled taut, unable to stretch anymore.

It was of little consequence, though. Your flesh was pliable and gave easily to the weight of his palm. He could not resist the creeping satisfaction as he brought you to your knees, no longer at the behest of your primitive instruments.

His optics scanned your face, analyzing your features for any semblance of familiarity. There was no recollection of you in his memory, but a brief search unearthed a photo of you from Talon’s records. Besides your name, all the information next to it was redacted; only one line remained.

$15,000,000 BOUNTY.

Interesting.

You clawed at his hand fiercely. He slackened his hold on you, irritated at the reminder of your frailty. It had always frustrated him how fragile humans were, a thought that resurfaced as your heartbeat drummed against his fingertips. Ramattra simply could not understand why his people, intelligent beings of metal and machinery, were constantly trampled beneath the foot of such a physically weak species. His people were too willing to remain docile, naively hoping it would convince humans to treat them with respect. But what they lacked in viciousness, he would more than make up for.

He dug his thumb against your jawbone, drawing a noise of pain from your throat like wine from a pome. Perhaps he should just kill you, refuse his mercy for a world that had no shred of mercy for him. His thumb teemed on your pulse point as he considered it—but your next words intrigued him. An engineer, you choked out desperately. Someone who can help him.

The idea was so ridiculous, so presumptuous and devoid of all logic that he almost laughed. Yet his processor analyzed your words anyway, evaluating the probability of escape.

He was already at a severe disadvantage—alone in an enemy environment, no allies aware of his current location. You were armed, while he, in the most literal sense, was not. Even if he killed you before you had a chance to draw your weapon, the only exit in the room was the door. Down a working power core, he would not be able to sustain his Nemesis form. That, combined with his missing arm and staff, meant he stood little chance against the other agents roaming the facility.

Ramattra retracted his fingers from your neck, letting you fall to the floor. He would humor you, for now.

“Fine, human. Let’s see if your words match your will.”

You rubbed at the harsh marks on your neck, saying nothing. Your composure was impressive, considering the position you were in. He watched you shuffle forward, outstretched hand reaching for the open cavity of his chest. Instinctively, he grabbed your arm, halting you in place. A human had never been this close to him before, let alone to the point of repairing him. Even with this little pressure, Ramattra could feel your pulse racing where his fingers met the thin skin of your wrist. To have you any closer than this—it was risky.

“Be careful,” he warned.

You nodded, eyes resolute. “I will.” But you still didn’t move, hands clutched in your lap as your eyes searched his chest.

“What is it?”

“Um, could you show me where your voice box is?”

He sighed, annoyed. Weren’t you supposed to be an expert? Although, he had changed things around many times over the years; his internal machinery was certainly not the standard anymore.

He pointed to a spot just below his neck, tapping on the box there—his vocal synthesizer. You leaned forward, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder. You were being especially careful to avoid touching his exposed wiring, he realized.

His central processor suddenly burned in his chest as you straddled his right leg. Your body was warm, stiflingly so. He could feel every movement you made as you shifted in place, readjusting your position. With two fingers, you slowly rotated the converter, pulling it from his neck. A groan nearly escaped him when your nails scraped against the wires that trailed behind it. His hand gripped his thigh; he needed something to hold on to, and it definitely would not be you.

This was made all the more challenging when you rolled the wires between your fingers. Unable to hold it back any longer, a heavy sigh left him, echoed by the hiss of air rushing through his auxiliary vents.

By the Iris, this was humiliating. Here he sat, a Ravager, losing his composure so quickly at the hands of a… mechanic.

You paused your examination, wires still pinched between your fingers. He desperately hoped you wouldn’t ask.

He was not so lucky.

“Can you feel pain?”

He could not answer. He had no words, just as confused by his own body’s reactions as you were. The silence seemed to make you nervous.

“That is—I’m only asking because I need to use a soldering iron to repair these cables. If possible, I’d like to avoid causing you any discomfort.”

The laughter came quickly, a mixture of frustration and disbelief at the absurdity of the situation. It made a ghastly sound, scratchy and hiccupping with static. It was incredible how unaware you were of the amount of discomfort he was already in.

“I was built to lead omnics into war. What purpose would there be for me to feel pain?” This line of questioning was approaching a vein of conversation he did not want to indulge in. “Your feigned concern is unnecessary. Do your job properly and refrain from asking me pointless questions.”

That seemed to do the trick. You said nothing, leaving his lap to get something from your workbench. He was relieved by the space, but his leg felt strangely cold in your absence. The sensation wound up his circuits, coiling around his central processor until it finally decoded the feeling—he wanted you there.

The quiet scrape of the soldering iron was a welcome distraction from his thoughts. His optics wandered the room while you worked, analyzing his surroundings. There was a shelf behind you packed with junk—coils of wire, worn leather straps, old batteries. A crate sat next to it, filled with partially disassembled firearms of various make and model.

What captured his attention, though, were the projects mounted on the wall. There was a robotic arm configured with a cannon attachment, what looked to be a self-loading gun, and others whose function he could not discern. All impressive feats of engineering—but an omnic engineer, evidently, you were not.

Your picture flashed on his HUD again. You were clearly familiar with omnic repair on some level, yet you had nothing to show for it. An omnic engineer who spent their time building weapons for Overwatch. What would warrant Talon to place such a high bounty on your head?

“All right, finished.”

That was quicker than he expected. Your image faded away from his vision, replaced by your actual face.

You leaned back against his knee and gestured at his neck. “Try speaking now.”

He scoffed. “Am I supposed to be impressed?” To his astonishment, the words echoed strong and clear, perhaps even better than before. It felt… good.

You seemed satisfied, clapping your hands against your lap. “Shall I look at your hand next?”

His hand? Ramattra looked down to where it sat on his lap, flexing it experimentally. This was something he could fix on his own. He did not want to extend his stay here any longer, especially when he was struggling to control his reactions this badly.

“That is unnecessary,” he replied, more curtly than he intended to.

You only tilted your head at him. “Really?” Your gaze flicked down to his hand, then back to his face, doubtful. “It doesn’t seem to be at full function.”

Your persistence was annoying, Ramattra thought.

“Is that your astute deduction?”

The attempt to knock you down a peg only incited you further. He watched the flesh of your cheek shift as you clenched your jaw.

“I’m familiar with the reputation of your model,” you replied sternly. “If your hand was at full strength,” you pointed to the deep bruises blooming on your throat, “you would have broken my neck.”

He was angry now. The sureness with which you spoke, as if there couldn’t be any other explanation—and the fact that you were correct, above all else. That was most loathsome of all.

“Your arrogance is extraordinary,” he growled. Unbothered, you simply shrugged.

“You wouldn’t be the first to say that.”

Ramattra was stunned. He knew that you knew he could still kill you at any moment. It would have been easy, like breaking a toothpick. Yet the air with which you spoke was so cavalier, confident that this situation would still play in your favor. An insulting reminder of the way humans trifled with life. But if you wanted to gamble on it, who was he to deny you?

“Well, then,” he said, extending his hand to you like a wolf beckoning to the sheep. “You are welcome to try.”

Cautiously, you took his hand between your own. His palm dwarfed yours as you turned it over, bending some of his fingers experimentally. Your touch was not as overwhelming as when you had fixed his voice box, but an electric signal still danced down his back when you ran your fingers between the divot at his wrist. Suddenly, you released him, and he was surprised by the disappointment he felt.

“Giving up already? I expected more of you.”

“No.” You grabbed the crowbar again and stuck it into the joint at his wrist. “There’s some wear in the joints of your hand, but if the problem is your grip strength,” you grunted, prying the upper panel of his forearm open, “then the issue likely extends here…”

You trailed off as you gazed at the inner mechanism of his arm. Ramattra assumed you had reached the limits of your abilities and was about to make another snide comment… but then your hand smoothed upward, drawing his arm closer to your face almost in reverence.

“Using hydraulic motion instead of electric actuators,” you murmured. Your head suddenly snapped up to him, eyes alight. “Is this the standard method used in all R-7000s?”

He was taken aback by your reaction—there was a pause before he answered. “Yes. It allows for a greater application of force.”

You nodded your head superficially, clearly more occupied with studying his arm.

This was… unexpected.

In the past, Ramattra encountered human engineers who would spend their time repairing omnics, few and far between as they were. Your knowledge, the quickness of your diagnosis—it far exceeded anything they had been capable of.

He wanted you to say something, to ask another question so he could fully gauge your abilities, but you did not. Instead, you reached across his chest and grabbed something from the counter next to him.

“The cylinders in your arm are rusting. That’s why you couldn’t close your fist completely,” you explained as you dripped oil sparingly from the bottle in your hand on his wrist. It trickled slowly through his arm. A strange sensation, but not one he was unused to. What surprised him was when you began rubbing his arm with a cloth, working the oil in. Your grip was strong, continuing to massage from his forearm up to his hand and wrist.

To say it did not soothe him would be a lie. He could not remember the last time someone had taken such care with him.

Not even among the Shambali had this happened. The other monks knew little of how to repair Ravagers, and the human mechanics in the nearby village refused to. Many days he had sat in the atrium of the monastery, disturbed from meditation by the stiffness in his shoulders.

Your touch was gentle, but firm—a tender paradox. It was with alarm that he found he did not want you to stop. He wanted you to keep touching him, wondered how your hands would feel on his shoulders, his neck, tapping down the segments of his spine. He wanted to catalog each one and file it away in his memory, a balm for himself when he must suffer these aches alone. But there was a pressing question on his mind that could wait no longer.

“Who are you?”

Your eyes were unyielding, focused on your work. “I’m an engineer.”

“You are hardly just.”

The hand stroking his palm paused. A moment passed before you replied, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“An engineer of your caliber that specializes in omnics is a rarity,” he said. “Why do you squander your talents?”

The words came out as a hiss, but he couldn’t help it. There were omnics suffering everywhere, his current discomfort a mere fraction compared to the pain they endured daily at the hands of humans. You could be out in the world, helping them. Yet you were here, wasting your time with Overwatch. Why?

Your figure flashed red on his HUD, the afterglow of your racing heartbeat. You masked it well, seemingly unshaken as you tossed the soiled cloth into your toolkit.

“Why would I tell you?” you scoffed, moving to rise. Ramattra’s hand gripped the meat of your forearm, its restored strength anchoring you to the spot. You had done a fine job repairing it, perhaps to your own detriment.

“There is a bounty on your head,” he growled, dark and full of a strange resentment he couldn’t place. “Is that your excuse?”

That got your attention. Your eyes cut into him, placidity gone from your expression.

“You’re in no place to chastise me,” you snapped, “leader of Null Sector.”

The air was tense between you, like a lit match over gunpowder. He could feel your arm trembling, could see the way your chest rose rapidly. You were afraid. Still, your gaze was unflinching as you stared up at him.

He realized then that he could not make you say any more. Your resistance to being found by Talon was even stronger than your will to live.

His grip loosened, and you tore your arm away from him as though it burned you. Slowly, you rose, picking up your toolkit as you did so. His optics watched you carefully—how you crossed to the shelf, back facing him. The way your hand lingered at your waist, waiting.

You were too slow on the draw, but it was to be expected. A human getting the jump on a Ravager was as rare as a blue moon. He had seized you before you could even release the safety on your gun.

“And to think,” he said, twisting your arm downward. You gritted your teeth, trying to fight back against him, but it was useless. Your hold loosened, and the gun clattered to the floor. “We were getting along so well.”

“You won’t take me to them.” It was phrased like a demand, but he could sense the underlying fear in your tone.

“No.” Your eyes widened in shock. Human expressions always gave away so much. “But I will not let you stand in my way.”

He could see the glimmer of hope in your eyes fade like snow as his hand wrapped around your throat. With its function fully restored, he could be much more precise this time. Your hands instinctively shot up to grab his wrist as his fingers tightened. It was a futile final effort to escape your fate, as it took only seconds for you to go limp, arms falling loosely at your waist.

Once he was certain of your unconsciousness, he lowered you to the ground, placing you on your side. For a moment, he watched your chest rise as you took shallow breaths, lightly disturbing the hair curtaining your face.

Ramattra abandoned you in the workshop. He slipped through back corridors and hidden passages, remaining undetected. When he was finally far enough from the vicinity of the base, he allowed your picture to flicker on his HUD again.

The steadfastness with which you spoke, your conviction in the face of death; few humans boasted such inner willpower. He understood now why Talon placed such high value on your head. A person like you was a rarity, indeed.

Against his will, the memories of your touch resurfaced. It was clear to him that you were more than just an engineer who could fix omnics. The gentle way in which you handled him, how you tried to avoid causing him discomfort—you had clearly done this before, likely for many others.

He wondered what would have happened had you met in his younger years, when he was still a monk of the Shambali. Perhaps you would have been allies, or maybe even friends. But that world was a distant dream to him now.

His hand flexed, still reeling from your touch. For the sake of his mission, he prayed you would never meet again.

#overwatch 2 #overwatch #ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra x you #fanfic #reader insert #rhamrhanch

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lazyscience · 3 months ago

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DCC Challenge, Day 3

Time To Floor Collapse: 28 days, 2 hours (give or take)

Time for the recap episode!

Crawler @quartzandsundry

New Achievement! Hand to hand...support?

Well, crawler, you out here buffing, juicing, sparking like a motherfucker, and well, I would know. Hi to your mom, by the way. There's a buff with her name on it, iywim.

You and I both know I'm funny. Existential despair is HILARIOUS once you let go and learn to love the bomb!

Reward: A bronze Dr. Strangelove box! Inside is Major T.J. "King" Kong's Ride 'em Cowboy Hat. When worn, crawler gains +20% yield to any explosive deployed, but each wearing also gives a 1.5% chance (cumulative) of detonating a Suitcase Nuke along with whatever your other payload was. Oopsie-daisy! Hope you're wearing your lead-lined BigBois!

Crawler @kathrynalexao3:

New Achievement! Skibidi Bobbity Boo!

Through the magic of bribery and subversion, you've escaped the marauding troupe of tweens! Well played - give a mob a meal, you have something to feed forever. Teach a mob to focus on an objective and you've taught it to hunt!

That's a bold strategy, Cotton, let's see how it pays off for you. Or future crawlers, I'm not picky.

(tell me something while we're talking, just why is it SO many Earth sports involve balls and kicking them? I mean, not like graphic pain and humiliation aren't my jam, but - oh. it's not that kind of ball? Bo-ring! At least there's still CTE. My faith in you is slightly restored!)

Reward: A silver Lord Stanley's Cup box, including a refilling stamina potion +3, in a metal cup large enough to water a draft animal. Also a pair of ice skates. You know, in case you were dumped into the middle of a merciless icy vortex with mobs hurtling small circular projectiles. You never know what might come in handy!

Crawler @king-ofconfusion:

New Achievement! Breathe Where You're Planted!

Congratulations, crawler, despite the fact that it probably burns more than a little bit, you are still breathing. Good for you, that was a long fucking way underwater. Oh well, better luck for me next time!

And watch out for that grabby ooze. Why do some mobs just not know when to give up? Sometimes you just have to let go and let the AI take the wheel.

Reward: A Bronze Dream a Little Dream of Me box! Inside is one sheet music scroll for Entourage (1969 Remix), which summons an extremely bitchy, gay and drunk illusion of your party to confuse the issue while you escape! Also inflicts the Tipsy and Thirsty debuffs on mobs and non-partied crawlers if cast with sufficient skill (get out of there fast, because NOBODY wants to see a Thirsty Danger Dingo. Not even me.)

Crawler @oreniaa:

New Achievement! The Pen Is Mighty!

Bards, man. What you all can't do with a well-placed word. It seems like a waste of a perfectly good award to give you anything to do with them.

So I won't!

Reward: A Silver Tombow box! Inside are Blitz Sticks x 10 (good for trading! yeah! sure! right! Artistic types never make shitty decisions to enhance their perception and mana!) and Q's Exploding Pen. It originally also had 10 charges, but that Bond, he's such a kidder, who knows how many it had left when he brought it back.

Crawler @cairfrey :

New Achievement! All Revved Up And Ready to Go

The kids are losing their minds? You don't say! But by sticking it to the Sex Police, I gotta hand it to you. Gloved, I gotta hand it to you. Frankly, there was nobody asking for a case of Enthusiastic Double Gonorrhea more than the Purity Police. But I'd watch it if I was you. From the looks on their faces, the next burning sensation YOU feel might be a level 16 Fireball. Use protection, crawler!

Reward: A Silver Hole box! With a TOME of Hole, you perverts. The spell, Hole. Well, OK, there might be some Yog's Enchanted Chain in there. I promise not to judge you too hard.

(heh, heh, heh, hard.)

Crawler @deathdovesong

New Achievement! All Ends With Beginnings!

Up all night to get lucky number 7 - well, one crawler's luck might be another crawler's Desperado Club pass, but nobody in this party so far has any urge to get their Dirty Shirley on so you're probably safe for the time being.

OK, so a FEW of them have. Some of us saw what nasty shit went down in that skyfowl settlement, lazyscience, Jake and Hardison. But at least you don't have to worry about being their drink ticket.

Reward: a Silver Rebel, Rebel Box! Inside, a set of brown linen Outdated Religious Order robes of +3 Dexterity and +4 to Stealth (+5 if the mob is particularly weak-minded)

Crawler @lazyscience:

New Achievement: Move Your Ass!

I see you finally took advantage of that training room, none too early mind you. If you're not careful, I'm going to think you don't like my presents. But you did in fact avail yourself of the tutorial. And the banging tunes. Nobody needs to know that you still listen to 90s and 00s booty shakers to motivate yourself.

Nobody NEEDS to, but they all know now. You're welcome!

Reward: Delaying the inevitable advancement of encroaching mortality! Endorphins! Good shit like that!

OK, fine, since I did you dirrrty with the music reveal, have a Silver Alchemy Box! Contents: Funky Cold Medina x1, half-used bottle of Britney Spears Believe (deactivate aggro snake and snakelike mobs).

ATTENTION, all partied crawlers! Don't forget to update me on mobs, quests, or parties (defined at link) so I can award you achievements! Please let me know either in the replies to this post, reblogging with additions, or hit my askbox/DMs!

(please, do this, even with small and silly mobs/quests, it makes giving achievements so much easier!)

#dcc challenge 2025 #day 3

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 5 months ago

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im not gonna lie, a little sad n disappointed that u use genAI for images…

Not gonna lie, I am very sad and disappointed that this is a conversation that is need to be had, on the platform of a TMNT reader insert writer. A conversation base of an image, created for the soul purpose of creating a idea for an outfit in a smut, generated in a part of the world, where AI regulations are becoming more and more strict (which I fully support, may I add), with the focus on ethical usage of Data and AI, among many other laws that are put in place to protect people's jobs and their personal data.

I live in the EU - one of the places with the most strict laws when it comes to personal data, and one of the first places to actually put an AI law into place. The AI act of 2024.

To those of you that do not know about the EU AI act, you can read about it here on the EU Parliament's webside: https://www.europarl.europa.eu/topics/en/article/20230601STO93804/eu-ai-act-first-regulation-on-artificial-intelligence

In other words, the EU wants AI to help create jobs and job opportunities, not steal them. Part of that is classifiactions. The AI I used to help give the reader an idea of what Bluestar's outfit would be (which I also disclosed as an AI image, as the law requrise in this part of the world), is classified as a low/lower-risk generative AI, that has to follow transparency requirements and the EU copyright law.

I do not know how other countries tackles AI, nor what laws they are planning on putting in place. I follow along in the EU and Danish conversations and laws about AI, as they actually are a big part of my studies as a future pedagog.

Part of my job is to look at AI as an aiding tool - not an overtaker. More specifically, I am learning how I can use AI as a tool for people in our community, at may have limited ways of expression or need extra help. Along with that, I also have make sure that the AI used, aline with the EU GDPR law (General Data Protection Regulation), as that is very much a big part of not just my future job, but everyone else's in the EU.

Now, I've just told you about the EU AI Act of 2024, but not how my country of Denmark has been talking and putting in protective measures on AI since 2019, with the focus on ethical usage of AI, aka protecting people and their jobs. Heck, this is the country that outlawed Uber, because it took jobs from Taxi drivers.

Companies in Denmark has been requred - by law - to report on their use of AI and Data Ethics since 2021. In other words, my country take AI and data very seriously, and don't mess around when it come to that.

Why this focus on the EU and Denmark you may ask? Well, that's because all of these laws and proposed laws, are some that I follow on a daily basis as a Danish citizen. A country that has focused on the digital ethics for years. I live in a country, where we teach children how to use AI in an ethical manner, and where we teach university how to use AI as a tool - a compliment to their studies - and not something that is supposed to take over their studies, rendering them obsolete.

I'm sorry, but whatever lack of rules and regualtions other countries may have, does not apply to me, and the increasingly strict set of rules I have to follow in my country.

I am very aware that people in Hollywood are losing their jobs due to AI, and I think it's horrifing. I'm very aware that graffic designers in other countries have lost jobs to AI, and it makes me very sad. But I am not a lord of regulations in other countries - missing or not. I am just a Danish citizen, following the Danish law and rules, and whether or not other places will look at such rules and laws themselves, I have no control over.

I am sad and disappointed in the comments in my Inbox, that is calling me all sorts of names, saying that I don't care about the environment, because I generated an AI image, totally disregarding the fact that I live in one of the most carbon neutral cities in the western world, and not knowing that I was one of the first generations of students, studying at the Danish FN's World Goals profile schools.

I am sad and disappointed in the comments in my Inbox, telling me i am uneducated, when this is literally part of my studies. When my studies and future job opportunities - among many others -, literally requries that I'm up to date with the laws regarding data and AI usage for my own country, and have been doing so, ever since I first started working in 2020.

I am sad and disappointed in the comments in my Inbox saying that I am ruining the job opportunities, because I didn't pay an artist to illustrate an image. What money may I ask you? I'm a student, doing this for free, because I enjoy it, with literally no monetary gains from this, what so ever. So what money??

I am sad and disappointed that the platform I use to write TMNT stories, should now become a ground for dicussions about AI, when that is something that should be taken up with the rule makers of where ever you live, and not a TMNT reader insert writer on Tumblr.

I refuse to take further part in the discussion about AI using my Tumblr platform, only deciding to do so now, as many messages I started recivieng were hurtful, starting to boarder on the abusive.

I leave you with this power point, showing you how AI is viewed along side jobs and people's job views and opportunities in Denmark as by 2024, made by the Nordic firm Implement Consultation Group.

Remember to treat each other with kindness, and understand the round world is different everywhere💚

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