#metafic

[toxicanonymity]

Good morning, Toxi! Feeling very patriotic today, using 5calls for the Save Act before driving to the Grand Canyon! I live in a blue county with a red representative, and I've called him many times, including about the Save Act last month. You can call more than once on an issue! If anyone is feeling nervous 5calls makes it very easy to do with the provided script. Once you call enough, it gets easier and you can add your own flair to the call.

Maybe we could make this a goal for our Finch blorbos somehow. I'm waiting for Lottie to come back from her forest quest and tell me she discovered matriarchy😄

I wonder what Vamp and/or Nightwalks would say about this (or any issue).

Thank you for helping people make their voices heard and for being all around lovely💕

SAVE Act - sickening update | Blorbos for democracy | 5calls | resistbot

Hi, Michelle! Awesome job turning up the heat on them 😎 and ty for sharing your experience. ILY 💙. I do like to add my own flair. Okay here we go, cc: @thebrothel. EDIT: As of April 6, 2025, we still need your help, reader. Republicans admit this is a voter suppression bill.

69 million women

Vamp(ire) passionately rants, "do you know how many MILLION women the SAVE Act could disenfranchise? 69 million. sixty-nine!"

"Nice," several men mutter in unison. "This is serious," Night walks says even though he was one of them. "We gotta step up our game. How is vamp the most outspoken about this? No offense, buddy."

"What? Yes offense!" Vamp protests.

Night walks explains, "no, just -- women have only had the right to vote for like a quarter of your life..."

Vamp rolls his eyes. "you think I didn't march with the suffragettes?" The men are impressed.

"Did you let reader vote on whether to live with you?" Trouble jokes. vamp doesn't think it's funny. "Hey," night walks warns.

"what about us?" Lincoln asks. "Joelkemon cards ain't real ID, and we only got one birth certificate"

[thebrothel]

Okay so I just had a random thought

Do any of the readers have a thing for any of the Boyd’s?

I thought it would be funny if a reader told sweet pea they think carters hot and Carter (out of the river of dreams au) is like???? Ew that’s my brother!

Yes I love this!! Imagine kitten having a crush on Carter 😵‍💫 or peaches having a crush on him 😭

Also, I was trying to wrap my mind around this and had a thought. Like River of Dreams (ROD) is a whole different cast - basically clones of raider, Carter, sweet pea. Except one day, sweet pea reveals to Carter that she doesn't have a clone in that AU and that she herself, OG sweet pea, has been doing all those scenes. So OG Carter is like wtf do you mean there's no ROD sweet pea?? (He's sworn to secrecy obviously).

Hear me out, what if OG raider and OG Carter aren't even aware of all the ROD smut details since they don't do the scenes? This leaves OG Carter curious, and he can't help but ask sweet pea exactly what's happened between her and the ROD men. The truth would make him turn red enough, but she could also make stuff up when she's feeling devious 😳😈

[abrthephantomq]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Original Work Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kenji Adler/Michael Foraker Characters: Kenji Adler, Michael Foraker, Amelia Samson, Jazz Callahan Additional Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Sex Work, Mental Health Issues, Metafiction, Original Fiction, Dissociative Identity Disorder, POV First Person, POV Third Person, POV Second Person, touch starved Michael Foraker Summary:

A very meta novel where a DID system learns to team up together to seriously buckle down and write their debut novel (and eventual book series). They know that this is what they want to do, and GODDAMNIT, they're gonna do it.

Yeah I forgot to post a handful of chapters here. This is the most recent one, done while high. Okay thank you good night ❤️

[metaficco]

What is Blackbox in machine learning?

Introduction

Machine learning algorithms are a potent tool that has been brought about by the rapid advancement of artificial intelligence (AI). 

These Artificial intelligence algorithms aren't explicitly programmed; instead, they learn from data, finding patterns and forecasts. Nevertheless, certain algorithms function akin to a "black box," generating outcomes without disclosing the inner mechanisms guiding their determinations. 

This lack of openness raises the question, "What exactly is a black box in machine learning?" and can be both helpful and worrisome.

Lifting the Lid on the Black Box

Consider providing information such as consumer demographics, shopping preferences, and historical purchases to a machine learning algorithm. 

Like neural networks, the algorithm processes these numbers through complex pathways and generates a prediction: will this customer be likely to lose or make more purchases? A black box is essentially one where the output is a prediction and the input is data, but the internal computations, or data mining, are kept secret.

Transparency Concerns

The lack of transparency poses several challenges. We might not understand why a specific customer was predicted to lose, creating the potential for bias or discrimination. 

This raises ethical concerns, especially in sensitive domains like healthcare or finance. Additionally, debugging a black box model can be problematic, making it difficult to pinpoint and fix errors.

Shining a Light: Techniques for Interpretability

Despite these concerns, black box algorithms offer distinct advantages. They can handle complex, unsupervised learning tasks like image recognition or anomaly detection, where traditional rules struggle. 

Moreover, their accuracy can be impressive, thanks to techniques like hyperparameter tuning and ensemble methods.

Fortunately, researchers are developing techniques to "open the black box," making interpretability a top priority. 

Techniques like feature importance highlight the data points influencing the prediction, while decision trees visualise the internal logic of the model.

Choosing Your Tool: White Boxes vs. Black Boxes

So, when should you opt for a black box? If high accuracy and handling complex data are paramount, and interpretability is less critical, a black box might be the right choice. 

However, if understanding the "why" is essential, consider white box models, which are inherently more transparent but may offer lower accuracy or limited capabilities.

Conclusion

The evolution of black box algorithms in machine learning promises a future where accuracy and interpretability co-exist. 

With ongoing research and innovation, we can leverage the power of black boxes while ensuring ethical, transparent, and trustworthy AI solutions.

Keep in mind that options are not limited to black or white boxes. By understanding the trade-offs and applying interpretability techniques, we can ensure that machine learning is applied responsibly in our increasingly AI-driven world while also realising its full potential.

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Andrew Blucha @metafables

[blistering-typhoons]

cw for food, relationships to food one can classify as an eating disorder, mentions of starvation, mentions of ptsd

watson doesn't occupy himself too much with keeping holmes fed until he himself starts eating again.

he returns from the war with no appetite for anything, spiritual or physical. he gambles his money away, wasting it away just as the flesh wastes from his bones.

he all but rots in a hotel room that is not a home. he eats whatever he can afford, when he can afford to eat at all.

the hunger that pines in his chest almost feels like the loneliness that resides there as well. he wonders which one will consume him first, which one will disintegrate the walls of his stomach and burn him alive.

a stomach which murmurs constantly but which only fully growls the first time he takes a meal in 221B.

sat at the dining table in a living room which he can almost feel become his own. sat across the most intriguing man he's ever met, who exchanges with him a few sly barbs with shining grey eyes. as if they've known eachother forever.

mrs hudson brings them their food and smiles down at him. there is no pity in her eyes, merely a challenge.

just try to refuse, young man.

he doesn't, of course he doesn't. firstly out of politeness, but politeness all but disappears once he first smells it.

a meal. homecooked.

served at a table that he can feel becoming his own. shared with the most brilliant man he can feel becoming his own.

small pieces of his soul stitch back together that very first time he takes a meal in 221B. it only continues to grow whole afterwards.

(mrs hudson is always sure to provide a sandwhich or something to the like whenever she can tell he's not eaten.

he rarely even needs to ask.)

it is only when he starts to eat again does he take care to make sure holmes does the same. his techniques gentle over the years from the somewhat fiery insistence in those first few months.

he thinks back to being curled up in a hotel bed with hollow ribs, and hates the thought of holmes suffering the same.

he understands his friend's habits more as time goes on. understands it to be a different suffering to his own.

he learns when to prod and when to wait.

and when to say nothing when holmes joins him for lunch.

right there at their very own dining table.

[figandthewasp]

[withinthesplendor]

From His Book Metafables, The Art of Andrew Blucha.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

I saw your post that had your thoughts on Mary and her wasted potential in S4. Do you have any fics that go the direction you wish the show had gone with Mary?

Hi Nonny!!

Ahhh yes-ish??? In a sense???

Basically all the fics on my Evil / Not-Nice / Villain Mary list, and probably the ones on my S4 Rewrites list as well! The latter is more a Metafics list, so I think you'll like that one :)

These other lists might also have some nice rewrites as well, because Fic Writers are nothing if not all about correcting S4 :)

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its Pt. 2

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its Pt. 3

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its Pt. 4

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its Pt. 5

S3 / TAB / S4 [FIX IT] Fics (March 2019)

If anyone has some more they want to suggest, please do!

I hope you like this fics, Nonny! 💜🖤

[toxicanonymity]

Brothel - Dicks

The brothel, aka real housecreeps, is a meta reality show about the Joels and other blorbos. Normally everything is smooth sailing, but we mostly air the drama.

Collect calls SPOILERS

brothel master list

Oh no, a producer leaked a copy of the dick HCs and raider Joel just sent me a dick pic with a ruler for scale, claiming I shorted him. I stared at it for a good 60 seconds, then left him on read. Now someone's knocking at my bedroom door. I ignore it and respond to the pic instead. "Sorry 😬"

Raider, muffled outside my door: Think ya might need a better look. (I don't answer) Can I at least talk to ya?

I put on my robe, begrudgingly let him in, and try not to look at the bulge in his tactical jeggings.

Raider: Production told me to take it up with you.

Me: Tell me you didn't send pictures to production. (Raider is silent.) That's sexual harassment. God damnit, in the middle of your PR tour?

Raider hangs his head and seems sorry until he unzips his tactical jeggings and that's the only reason he was looking down. I'm tempted to make him jack off just because, but I shake my head no.

Raider: Be a good girl for me and it'll be over quick.

Me: are you regressing back to March over this? Don't talk to me like a reader, and don't come in here taking your dick out.

Raider nods solemnly, and I sheepishly add under my breath, "unless I tell you to." The toilet flushes and I nervously look toward the bathroom.

Trouble walks out, fully dressed, buttoning his shirt.

Trouble, to Raider: Didn't I tell you to leave this shit alone, man?

Raider: Pool house, huh? You live in the pool house?

Raider sticks his head into the bathroom and sees there's a big, lavish bedroom connected on the other side and the bed is made. Trouble mouths to me, 'want him to leave?' and I shrug like Idk what to do.

Raider: Can you give us a minute, man?

Trouble: I think you should leave, Raid. I get you're upset but don't bust up in here at 6 in the morning.

Me: Neither of you are leaving.

I put Trouble in the cuck chair, Raider sits on the bed, and I sit down at the vanity to finish talking to him. His pants are still open but I'm not looking.

Me (attempting to be comforting) Hey, anything more than 7" is a waste anyway.

Trouble (7") nods.

Raider: this ain't about sweet pea.

Trouble: that's your issue, man.

Me, to Raider: You're the biggest one either way, why're you pitching a fit over less than a centimeter?

Raider and Trouble look at each other. Trouble shakes his head at Raider like, don't say it.

Raider: We know about him.

Oh, shit. Trouble sighs. I play stupid.

Me: you know about who?

Raider: Jojo.

Me: He doesnt have an HC.

Raider: He has a bulge.

Me: I haven't even seen his dick.

Raider: You've seen his dick print.

Me: How do you--

Raider: All I'm askin' for is accuracy, that's it. Ill do ya a dick print if ya want.

Me: Lemme talk to my dick consultant (@jazziepascal ).

Raider: What'd I do? I used to be your emotional support Joel. Your mental health Joel.

I realize maybe he could've helped me through this month if I spent more time with him.

Me: You still are, c'mere.

I open my arms for a hug. We embrace, but his dick is still hard so it's awkward. After the hug, Trouble is making a face like he wouldnt mind being cucked, but I clear my throat , adjust my robe, and dismiss both of them.

-----------------

Later that day, the men gather in the kitchen. They're huddled around the table and you can't see Night Walks, but they're all talking to him. You can see balled up pieces of paper on the floor and and on the counter there's an open ream of printer paper and an open tub of vasoline.

Thighs Out: I think you've gotta really slap it down.

(loud smack)

Thighs Out: There ya go. Your turn, slasher.

[thebrothel]

not sweet pea trying to write a fic where raider joel kisses her 😩 had to gently tell her to keep it in her diary bc she can't do stuff that canon is building up to. it's for her own good. she cried 🥺 then her face darkened 😬 idk if she has another idea

edit: her other idea

[dino--draws]

scp wikidot's fake sciences are my best fucking friend. i still dont fully understand the narrativistic particles and shit like that but im forever charmed by the fact it exists

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[crosbyism]

Omg. Tell me about mash fic?? Please??

thanks for the ask, friend!! ♥️ :))))

OK SO, like a year ago i started getting super into mash (as in, the TV show from the seventies) and especially once i hit the later seasons and finished my first watch through (which took a while bc… yknow, 11 seasons, 24 eps per on average), i got super fascinated with mash’s relationship with canon and continuity. there’s a huge difference in minor canon facts between early and late seasons, which ends up summing up to a really fascinating difference in characterisation for most characters? and it’s actually deeply fascinating to look at those differences. on like a metatextual level, obvs those differences exist bc of the group character dynamics needing to be balanced out, the episodic nature of the show and the lack of obsession with canon continuity in tv shows before the 2000s (— if we can pretend we didn’t say that Margaret’s dad was dead and her mom was an alcoholic in season three, we can make them divorced instead and bring him around for an interesting episode in season 9 or 10, and also, who the fuck is going to care or fact check it—). but if you pick up the heavier “misery of war”/hawkeye’s mental break stuff going on in the later seasons and take all of the differences (and the fact that the korean war within the canon of the show takes waaaaay too fucking long, bc obvs it was a commentary about the vietnam war at the time) extremely literally, there’s this sort of interesting potential for a metafic there that plays with hawkeye’s psychological problems and the timeloop-esque nature of canon that really interested me. it’s not very long so far and mostly disjointed snippets, but i do love this idea a lot and would love to finish it up. some single excerpts from this wip i quite like:

It starts with Trapper leaving. No, that’s not right. Is it? No, it is— They’re at the airport bar; Hawkeye’s staring into the glass, and he looks back up, at— BJ. His bunkmate. No, that’s not right, not yet. He’s going to be, but they’re not there yet. He’s still Captain Hunnicutt, BJ comes later. Right now they’re at Kimpo airport, drinking and making merry and stealing a Jeep to get out of here. There it is, now Hawkeye’s got it the right way round again: this is the part right before Radar freaks out again, and then they take the Jeep, drunk all the way back to camp, and tomorrow morning Hawkeye will open his eyes and think to himself: Gee, it’s a wonder I didn’t drive right into a minefield. It starts with BJ Hunnicutt arriving. What are Hawkeye and Radar doing at Kimpo, anyway?

His colonel’s wife is called Mildred. No, it’s Lorraine. No, it is Mildred. Margaret’s father is dead and her mother drinks. No, he’s alive and they just got divorced. Margaret has a sister. Or does she? No, that’s Charles, and Hawkeye’s getting it all mixed up again— His best friend is a faithful husband. He’s a big cheater in an unhappy marriage. Peg’s going to hire a PI the second BJ’s back, Hawkeye laughed the other day when Trapper told him. Either way, he always loves his daughters. Daughter.  One of his tentmates is always from Boston. He just can’t remember whether he has a bald spot or not. Reality is up for grabs. Someone said that to Hawkeye once. Hawkeye thinks it might’ve been someone important. He can’t quite remember. It’s just all so confusing. Is Hawkeye dreaming again? He’d like to wake up, please. Any time now, he’ll open his eyes. He just hopes he’ll be awake when he does.

[optiwashere]

A.5 Asheera and Shadowheart? i wouldn't know who would be gushing to who about the book though. SH has an obvious choice but what would Asheera read and be passionate about? Asheera must have some good reads!

Thank you so much for requesting this one, Bear! 💜 You're right, Shadowheart's enjoyment of books has been brought up a few times in my fics before, so why not...

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A5. Character A gushes about their favorite book with Character B

"You can't be serious? These are your favorites?"

Shadowheart flicked through the pages of a rebound collection of poems that Asheera had taken with them from Baldur's Gate after they met with her parents. The years weren't kind to the original binding, and Asheera missed the poems within the one Shadowheart held. Tales of lost loves and longing were especially poignant when told by Asheera's favorite wordsmith of them all.

The books, collections of poetry and technical manuals of forges, now rested on a meager shelf in the sitting room of their cottage far away from the ravages of the past. Their home away from the hurt of the past.

"What's wrong with them?" asked Asheera. "They're beautiful."

"This one compares a woman's eyes to glowing blue orbs. And this one?" Shadowheart showed her the flowing script of one of Asheera's favorites. "Isn't the darkness imagery laid on a bit thick?"

"It is, but that's what's so good about it. Mournsoul really touched my heart with these poems," Asheera explained, carefully taking the book from Shadowheart's hands. "And laid on thick? There are so many comments I could make on that, but I'll spare you."

"Don't spare me anything. What kinds of comments?"

"Well, to start, one of us was a Sharran. And it certainly wasn't me."

"And?"

"It's a bit like the pot calling the kettle black?"

Shadowheart grimaced. "Fine, I suppose I have to give you that one. But the orbs? What's your stalwart defense of that, love?"

"Oh, but it's not so terrible in context, is it?"

"What possible context could there be to describe eyes like that?" Shadowheart asked with a short laugh.

Such an earnest little noise. It was joined by a smile that creased the scar on her cheek and showed off the laugh lines on her face.

Asheera countered, "The subject of the poem is a stunning enchantress. Don't wizards like magical orbs?"

Shadowheart laughed again, this time openly and louder until her eyes shone with the humor. It was a precious thing. Such a beautiful look on her face and Asheera couldn't look away.

She placed her hands on the backs of Asheera's and closed the book Asheera held. She stared up at Asheera with that smile still ghosting her face.

"If you ever compare my eyes to orbs," she whispered, "I'll really struggle not to drudge up some old Sharran interrogation techniques."

Even hearing her joke about something that sat unwell with her for years was its own beauty.

"Oh? Think you'll be able to hold me down long enough?" asked Asheera, setting the book down wherever she could. She didn't take her eyes off Shadowheart. "I've been known to overpower you, you know."

"I'll manage." Shadowheart still smiled, but a different light was in her eyes. "Unless you think you can stop me?"

Asheera settled her hands on Shadowheart's waist, broad palms covering so much of her body. Felt perfect underneath her hands like that. Shadowheart's found her hips, and they both dug in with insistent fingers.

"Shall we see?" breathed Asheera.

A particularly strong grip drew a gasp from Shadowheart, whose eyelids drooped to a lidded stare focused on Asheera.

As Asheera walked them back away from the sitting room and towards their bedroom, Shadowheart muttered, "Lead the way then, my Lady paladin."

[onenakedfarmer]

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metafables (Andrew Blucha) ŪNTIL WƏ FĀĐƏ, 2018