#wer kis?

[swampstew]

Every day I wake up not getting kissed by Eustass Kid is a personal attack😒

[sserpente]

Gifts and Roses

The other day, you saw a trend going around on the Internet where girlfriends shove some flowers into their boyfriends’ hands when they come home and then close the door on them only to then pretend their boyfriends got them for them. Now that sounds like way too much fun to pass up. Good thing Sylus is about to pick you up…

A/N: I saw this on the clock app just now and ran to write this. Have fun!

Words: 1162 Warnings: fluff

The trend was all over the Internet. It was funny if anything and your fingers were itching to try it with Sylus. For the laughs. And his reaction.

He was on his way to you now to pick you up to stay with him in the N109 zone over the weekend, spending some time with him, training together…perhaps you could even convince him to do a cheesy movie night with you.

For now, you’d found the perfect spot to hide your phone to record him. You’d strike when he was about to walk through the door. You looked at your Hunter’s Watch. Which should be any moment.

His knock came as if on cue. Confident, loud…how on Earth did he manage to make his knock sound dominant? You shook your head and quickly grabbed the flower bouquet you’d bought this afternoon. Two dozen red roses that smelled heavenly.

You giggled. Oh, you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face. Next thing he knew, you opened the door energetically only to shove the flowers in his hands.

“Good evening, ki—”

Then, you shut it in his face again before he could finish his sentence. Five seconds passed, then ten. Enough time for you to cover your mouth with your hands to stifle a hysterical laugh. You had never seen him so taken aback before. Oh, that video was going to be gold!

Finally, he knocked again. You took a deep breath before you swung it open again. He was blinking as if I’d suggested he should start a singing career. “What…the hell was that?”

“Sylus! Oh, what, flowers, for me? Oh, you didn’t have to, that’s so sweet of you! Thank you! Come on in!”

Sylus tilted his head and smirked. “Your antics are getting crazier by the day. If you wanted me to bring you flowers, kitten, all you had to do was ask.”

Your heart skipped a beat when he handed the roses back to you and kissed your cheek in greeting.

“It doesn’t count if I have to ask for them. Besides, your expression was priceless. It…was mainly because of this Internet trend so I set up my camera to—”

Sylus shut you up with a wild kiss. “You recorded me?” he asked then, hands still cupping your cheeks.

“…Yeah?”

“You are testing my patience, kitten. One of these days, you will successfully get on my last nerve and claim it for yourself.”

You grinned. “Would you like some dinner before that happens? I ordered some food for us.”

Sylus nodded. Amused still, he watched you retrieve your phone and followed you into the kitchen where you put the flowers in a vase before you grabbed the still-warm bags of food from the counter to make your way over to the dining table. Sylus had taken a seat already, one of his legs draped over his knee. He was engrossed in his phone all of a sudden and didn’t even look up when you served the food and eventually joined him.

“Busy week?”

“Hmm? No…surprisingly, it wasn’t too busy.”

“Who are you texting then? Are you sending angry emails again?” You raised an eyebrow. Sylus had a knack for terrifying people with his emails. You felt sorry for the poor guy at the receiving end of this one.

“No. No angry emails this time.”

You cleared your throat. “Okay then…I guess I’ll just start eating.”

With a start, Sylus paused and met your gaze. “Are you upset?”

“No! No, I just…I’d rather talk to you than watch you type away on your phone while we eat is all.”

He gave you an amused but honest smile, put his phone back into his pocket without another comment, and picked up his chopsticks instead.

“Thank you. Oh, I forgot to tell you! I qualified for the Senior Hunter Contest this week! The trials are starting next week. Would you…train with me a little over the weekend?”

“Were you now?” He chuckled. “I expected no less from you, Miss Hunter. Well done. Of course, I’ll train with you. But only if you listen to me when I tell you to rest. Unlike last time, hmm?”

“I passed out once, are you going to hold this against me forever?”

He leaned forward as if to make a point. “Yes.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. So…how was your week?”

You both finished your meal chatting about dubious business deals, Luke succeeding in doing a backflip for the first time and an angry email Sylus did send out on Thursday. Once you were done and you’d cleaned up, he grabbed the bag you’d packed for the weekend and beckoned you to follow him.

You had been looking forward to riding his motorcycle again all week. His affinity for ignoring speed limits (or lack thereof) aside, it was one of your favourite ways to spend time with him. The thrill that connected Sylus and you on your way back to the N109 zone was truly unmatched.

You took a deep breath when you arrived and took your helmet off, inhaling the crisp night air. You absolutely had to put ‘go for a drive’ on your weekend to-do list as well. Perhaps he’d even let you drive yourself. You rather liked the idea of him wrapping his arms around you for a change.

“Come. You’re tired.”

“No, I’m not!” Your body made you yawn before you could stop yourself. Traitor.

Sylus smirked. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to try and overthrow your sleep schedule every other weekend, kitten. I can stay up long enough for us to spend time together regardless.”

“I know but…”

“No buts.”

His large hand found your waist after he dismounted his bike himself, took your bag, and led you inside. Unlike what you had expected, however, he didn’t take you to his bedroom as usual but the guest room.

“I have some work I need to finish. I don’t want to disturb your rest.”

“I don’t mind. I like your bed better than—”

You paused when Sylus opened the door. The guest room didn’t look like you remembered it. Roses. Hundreds of them, decorating every single surface. Even on the bed, there were dozens of rose heads and the floor was speckled with fresh petals.

Your jaw dropped. “S-Sylus…”

“I had Luke and Kieran bring them to the guest room as soon as they were delivered.”

Delivered? “Wait…That is what you were doing on your phone during dinner? You ordered roses? Oh, Sylus…I feel bad now.”

“Don’t. My kitten wanted flowers so I got her flowers. And in the future…” He hugged you from behind, his hot breath ghosting over your ear. “…you better stock up on your vases, sweetie. And no more secret filming me, yes?”

You flipped around and grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I promise. But only if you stay with me until I’ve fallen asleep.”

Sylus smirked. “Deal.”

[zephyrchama]

Vampire MC part III - with Leviathan

heads up - this is suggestive

(intro/vampire MC masterlist can be found here)

It was no surprise you hadn’t run into Leviathan since your transformation. He was more elusive than most demons.

You didn’t have a chance to see him until there was a commotion out in the hall. You peeked your head out from behind the bedroom door just in time to see Leviathan trip and fall, splendidly faceplanting on the hallway floor. Hard enough to make you wince. Mammon cackled as he ran around a corner, seizing his chance to escape.

“You have twenty four hours, you deadbeat!” Leviathan shouted, punching the floor and rubbing his fist into the ground. He was absolutely seething. His tail trailed out behind him, thrashing to and fro and bumping against the walls.

You opened the door a little wider. “Did Mammon forget to pay you back again?”

“Gah!” Leviathan, in the midst of picking himself up, stumbled and almost fell down again. “H-how long have you been there? No, uh, nevermind. Ughh. How uncool of me…”

He went to wipe his nose with a sleeve. That’s when you caught a whiff of something delectable.

”Levi, are you injured?”

“Huh? No? Oh, wait…” It was hard to see on the black fabric covering his hand, but you clearly spied a thin red line dripping out his nose. It was hard to ignore.

You gripped the door tightly, shying back behind it so Levi couldn’t see your face. “Come in here a second.”

---

The two of you sat on your bed as you fiddled with the latch of a first aid kit. The alluring scent of blood had a grip on your concentration and the more you tried to focus on the kit, the less your fingers seemed to work. Leviathan draped his tail over the footboard where it anxiously thudded against the hardwood every few seconds.

“So, um. I guess we both have a reason to avoid the sun now, huh? Ha…” he awkwardly trailed off. Leviathan looked concerned, like there was something more important to say, but he couldn’t quite find the words. He watched you with pity. All he could manage was, “are you okay? I know you’ve been through a lot, probably.”

As he spoke, another drop of blood slid down his face which he tried to cover with his hand. Your posture stiffened as you fought to ignore it. Leviathan was wholly ignorant of how much you were holding back. After all, vampires are supposed to attack humans. Who ever saw a vampire go after a demon?

The first aid kit finally popped open with a loud crack, spilling bandages and gauze over the sheets. You both jumped. In the scramble to help put everything back, Leviathan leaned in a little too close. Your pupils thinned and instinct took over, a burning urge to take care of the blood before it dried up.

You grabbed Leviathan by the shoulder. Not strongly, but enough for him to pause and give you a questioning look. Enough time to quickly close the distance between you.

Leviathan froze in place as you dragged your tongue over his lips and under his nose, cleaning up the traces of nosebleed. He was completely still, save for the quiver of his lips when your fangs lightly pressed down on them. Your hands moved to his chest as you snaked your tongue down his chin, lapping across the bare skin on the front of his neck, and prepared for a juicy bite. He held his breath. However, the sensation of something hard and cold on your teeth jolted you out of the fog.

It was easy to forget that Leviathan had scales on the side of his neck when in demon form. You pulled away with a “sorry,” mortified to have licked his face like that, but Leviathan started trembling in excitement. He was panting.

“That was just like Scarlet Moon! Even the way your eyes changed color! Do they do that when you’re hungry? It was just like my favorite scene from the spin-off manga when Kyuu and Ki-chan are locked in the forbidden tower and need to feed to restore their magic and escape.” His leg and tail bounced and his face was flushed. He kept talking on about the series and you couldn’t tell if his cheeks were red from being in such close proximity to you or from being so excited about his anime. Maybe both.

That paltry sample only made you more hungry though, like a light appetizer before the main course. You pushed the medical kit aside.

“Levi, you taste really good.” You parted your lips and breathed slowly, trying to pick up the scent again. It lingered on his gloves. “Can I have some more?” you asked. It wasn’t your intention to sound needy, the words just so happened to come out that way.

“Me? You really want some of me?” He could see the truthfulness in your body language, in how your eyes were now a deep crimson. Leviathan was not used to being craved. He covered his face again and wrapped his tail tightly around the bedpost, as if to anchor himself. As if he was the one losing control instead of you.

“I’m going to get eaten by a vampire? By you?” he stammered. “ I don’t think my heart is ready yet, do I need a bath? No, don’t run. That's pathetic. I’d do anything for you. I can do this! I’m just like Kyuu, I’m ready!”

You were gearing up while he rambled and pounced as soon as Leviathan gave the go-ahead. He yelped, not expecting you to literally jump on him and push him back against the footboard. Your fingers dug into his hoodie while your lips searched the bare side of his neck. The sound of his blood rushing a mile a minute made finding a prime vein easy.

His fanboy heart was too overwhelmed thinking about how cool this was - something he always fantasized of! - to fully notice your body melding against his as your thirst was satiated. He'd realize it when trying to relive the memory later. His hoodie made for a comfortable head rest.

Leviathan wondered, would it be too weird to ask you to do this again while you watched Scarlet Moon together?

[corainne]

Die Deutsche Bahn findet wirklich immer neue Wege um mich zur Weißglut zu bringen.

Ich hab seit ca 1 Jahr das Deutschlandticket, womit ich bisher auch keine Probleme. Jetzt wurde mir plötzlich das Ticket doppelt abgebucht, und das sind 49€ die ich eigentlich gerne behalten würde.

Also ruf ich beim Verkehrsbund meines (Nicht-)Vertrauens an und werde zur Deutschen Bahn weitergeleitet weil die sich um die Abos des Deutschlandtickets kümmern. Okay, macht Sinn.

Wer geht dran bei der Deutschen Bahn? EINE VERDAMMTE KI. "Melden Sie sich im Abo Portal an und kündigen Sie das zweite Abo" Würde ich ja, wenn ich es KÖNNTE. Aber das AboPortal findet keine Übereinstimmung für mein Ticket, also kann ich mich nicht abmelden. Ganz zu schweigen davon das ich kein zweites Abo HABE. Was ich ja auch erklären könnte, würde da nicht ein Roborter sitzen sondern ein MENSCH

[montagsgedicht]

T r a u m  –  1 5 . A p r i l   2 0 2 4

Einladung zum Montagsgedicht

An jedem Montag um 16 Uhr gibt es auf dem Wortspielplatz Texte zum Stichwort. Wer will, kann mitmachen: Am Montag einen selbst verfassten Text zum Thema mit den Tags ‘montagsgedicht’ und ‘traum’ versehen und in den eigenen Blog einstellen. Für das KI-generierte Bild danken wir @infiniteartmachine.

Blinde Leute, die einen Bildschirmleser verwenden, können Euren Text nicht lesen, wenn Ihr ihn nur als Foto reinstellt. Seid so freundlich, wenn Ihr Euren Beitrag als Bild präsentiert, entweder den Text in die Bildbeschreibung* zu geben oder ihn zusätzlich nochmal als Text darunter zu stellen. Merci.

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[tokkias]

The way the Magnolia sun gleamed in through the crack in curtain, and splayed itself over the pink satin sheets of Lucy’s apartment, signalled the beginning of a new day. Vague memories of having made brunch plans with Levy the day prior hazed through her mind, but right now, her bed was just too comfy, her sheets, too plush, and the arm wrapped tightly around her waist was too warm to think about being anywhere but here.

Natsu stirred a little as Lucy shifted in his arms, turning herself over to face him before burying her face under his chin. In his half-sleep state, he accommodated her request, resting his chin atop her head as she hooked her leg around him, pulling him even closer into her grasp. Her fingers found a home in his hair, dragging them through his locks in a way that had him practically purring at her touch, which made it all the worse when she decided to pull away, to which he responded in turn with an involuntary whine at the loss of her touch.

His eyes fluttered open to meet hers, soft and radiant among the morning glow. Her lips were pursed slightly, practically begging to be encased by his own, and who was he to deny her that? He moved his arm to rest a hand on her cheek, gently caressing it with his calloused thumb before leaning in closer to her.

Lucy let out a hum of anticipation, letting her eyes fall shut as she waited for his lips to touch hers, only to feel a wave of shock pulse through her body when she felt his tongue drag across her face. She bolted up into a sitting position, only to be met with her partner, who was absolutely laughing his ass off at her reaction.

"Did you just lick me?!"

Her face was filled with disgust as she watched Natsu try, and fail, to pull himself back together, wiping away the tears he had begun to shed in his hysteric state.

Between cackles and trying to regain his breath, Natsu managed to choke out, "Man! You shoulda seen you face, you wer-"

Before he could even begin to think of how to end his sentence, Lucy grabbed her pillow and hit him with a loud THWACK. Whatever punishment she was trying to administer clearly failed her, as any composure he had managed to regain was fully diminished, being replaced once more with absolute howling laughter, muffled slightly by the pillow over his head.

Whilst her partner was still cackling to himself over his little prank, Lucy pulled her legs over so she was straddling him, her arms crossed over her chest, with a pout on her lips, and her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Her half-hearted attempt at intimidating him into an apology was futile, as Natsu shoved the pillow off of his face and met her with that stupid, charming grin of his that made her forget everything bad in the world, (including his childish antics, this case included).

His hands found their way to her waist, pushing up her shirt slightly before rubbing small circles against her soft skin with his thumb. The action pulled Lucy out of her anger; instead, she was filled with a feeling of content, her arms dropping to her sides to rest her hands atop his, only to be pulled back in when Natsu spoke up, a mischievous look crossing his face.

"Ya want another one?"

"No, I do NOT want another one, thank you very much!" She all but screeched as she pulled herself off of him and the bed, taking the comforter with her, leaving him exposed to the air as he once again fell into a fit of laughter.

"You are the worst!" she cried, throwing the duvet to the ground and making her escape to the door before he could try anything else.

"I love you, Lucyyyy," he called out to her from across the room, "c’mon, come back to bed; I promise I won’t lick ya this time!"

"No, you can't I love you your way out of this one, Natsu!" she retorted as she tried to make her way into the kitchen, her back to him.

Unaffected by her reprimands, Natsu jumped out of her bed and rushed over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up, burying his face in her neck, peppering it with kisses, amused as she squealed in surprise, and carrying her back to bed, where they both flopped down onto the mattress. With a sigh, Lucy gave in to his affections, snuggling closer to him and thanking every star there was that at least he hadn’t tried tickling her.

"I love you," he repeated, his lips grazing against her forehead.

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too, stupid."

[johbeil]

Wer ist Paladin Kuh?

1. Schreibfehler, passt nicht zusammen, ergibt keinen Sinn. 2. Timurischer General, lebte im 14. Jahrhundert, ist bekannt für seinen Sieg über die Taldschiken. 3. Ein von Microsoft erfundener Name für einen Spieler der X-Box. 4. Laut KI ist ein Paladin ein Paladin, während eine Kuh ein gezähmter milchspendender Wiederkäuer ist. – Cora Ebenezar (© 2023) (50 Wörter)

[unscharf-an-den-raendern]

Kann hier jemand einen One Shot schreiben indem Alex Colin schreibt und "flirtet", Colin das aber nicht checkt aber Noah Eifersüchtig ist.

Oder generell einfach jealos Noah.

Bitte? 🥲

"Oh, Alex hat mir geschrieben."

"Wer ist Alex?"

"War mit mir im KI-Camp. Er ist grad in der Gegend und will sich mit mir treffen."

[whyscserious]

share at least five songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse!

nine inch nails - the great destroyer

I hope they cannot see The limitless potential Living inside of me To murder everything I hope they cannot see I am the great destroyer

rob zombie - scum of the earth

Run and kill Destroy the will A hero that doesn't exist Yeah Smoking gun Well I am the one A bullet hole In your fist Yeah Hey, I'm breathing Hey, I'm bleeding Hey, I'm screaming Scum of the earth Come on

leonard cohen - everybody knows

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich That's how it goes Everybody knows

nine inch nails - came back haunted

Now I've got something you have to see They put something inside of me The smile is red and its eyes are black I don't think I'll be coming back

korn - twist

You not rrrh rot dot n dot n dot per rot dot n not n dot per

n dot chi cot n dot rrr ah dot dot ki o ma gri a dot dot ers a pa ta ko

some play to we a dot think up a bite rah sometimes you might ooh ooh rrrh we thought we might

dot be mer hot something what are you ma ah do bro what are mines is dot ooh ooh rot in dot n bite ooh na na er na he woo hoo rah ate no hoo dot er ha ya dot im wer rah

tagged by @needlcpit

tagging @qu-tipie, @malka-lisitsa, @multivcrsity, @bloodybcrbie, @finalslay, @denydefeat, @facepeeled, @chaoticjoke, @butscrewmefirst

[farkrad]

Round 8 - Tag 6

Steine bitte, 2 Spitze, 2 Flache und einen Beutel Kies.

Und damit rein ins geholper. Gestern noch mehr Erde heute Vietnam flashback aus Kroatien. Okay so schlimm waren die Klumpen nicht aber meine Bashplate hatte auf den ersten 60 km ordentlich zu schaffen, zumindest vom Geräusch Pegel her. Hochwärts finde ich es ja immer schön aber bergab eher so semi, gerade wenn einige kleine Drops dazwischen sind und man es unter sich nur knirschen und rumpeln hört.

Die "flachste" Stelle....

Summa summarum aber recht witzig auch wenn meine Hände etwas argh angespannt waren (gut für den Händedruck).

So gingen auch schon die ersten drei Stunden scheppernd rum und meine größte Sorge war permanent mir nen Platten zu fahren, diesmal nicht, horray.

Die restliche weiterfahrt war geprägt von herrlicher Einsamkeit. Hier mal Schotter 20km, keiner da. Da mal 30km Hangweg mit vollgas, Kanada.

Und mittendrin, ein Buddha Tempel, what?

20km bei 50 bis 70 kmh, Spaß pur

So mittags rum überholte mich nach einer kurzen Fotopause aber doch eine, dreckige 😳, 1250er GS, ich ihn dann wieder usw. Kurz aus den Augen verloren und zack er kommt mir entgegen, nochmal grüßen.

Erkenntnis, bin in die selbe Sackgasse Gefahren. Wir scheinen also das selbe Kartenmaterial zu verwenden 😅. Gute 30 Minuten später zieht er wieder vorbei während ich in zu Fuß in der Pampa stehe und nur ein paar Meter weiter dann smalltalk auf der Straße. Joa, zum glück kommt hier ja nie einer daher 10 minuten Palare im Outback wer wie wohin und ob gemeinsam offroad damit ich sehe was so ne GS offroad kann . Ich verneinte höflich da mir die Pfoten immer noch schmerzen und erst 100 km auf dem Tacho lagen. Mit einem leichten aufatmen löschte er ebenfalls die offroad Passage raus und eine Abzweigung später trennten sich die Wege. War denke auch froh drüber da er seinen 270kg Bock heute schon mal in tallage abgelegt hat und ich es zudem im Knie spürte um die Maschine bergauf 10m rückwärts zu schieben.

Ansonsten, viel kurverei und meine Reifen bleiben rund, passt. Quartier bezogen in aoiz und morgen wieder Frankreich in Richtung Spanien um die berge zurück 😁.

[emmabraslavsky]

Ab 19 Uhr LIVE-Schaltung zu einem Q&A gemeinsam mit KI-Experte Dr. Matthias Peissner beim Stuttgarter Filmfest der Generationen, das der Film ICH BIN DEIN MENSCH (Regie: Maria Schrader) eröffnet. Moderiert von Alina Braitmaier, KISS Stuttgart.

Wer da in Stuttgart ist: Eintritt, Popcorn und ein Drink gehen aufs Haus! Anmeldung erbeten.

Das Filmfest läuft bis 30.11.24. Programmheft kann man hier herunterladen.

[z428]

Baustellendynamik neben den Gleisen, andernorts. Unsicheres Ballet, Menschen, Maschinen. Radlader mit einer Schaufel voll Kies. Wer abrupt bremst, verliert Nutzlast. Wer Nutzlast verliert, kehrt. Zumindest manche Regeln sind leicht zu erklären. Feierabendverkehr fließt durch Engpässe, über Stock und Stein wie Wasser, nur lauter und ungeduldiger. Wer kann, bleibt abseits des Stroms im Schatten, verliert sich in merkwürdigen Analogien und gibt den Wellen Zeit, sich zu beruhigen.

#outerworld #concrete city #rocks in the flow #where we are we are

[supernovaae]

Mesopotamian Mythological Figures to Use for Dislyte Ocs:

Anu, Enki/Ea, Enlil, Gilgamesh, Marduk, Tiamat, Ishtar/Inanna, Ereshkigal, Nanna/Sin, Enlil, Ningal, Ninhursag, Mamu, Hadad, Nabu, Assur, Simut, Nergal, Ninsianna, Ninurta, Dumuzid, Gula, Nimintabba, Nindara, Ninegal, Ninkarrak, Bau, Ishkur, Itsaran, Nanaya, Nanshe, Ninmug, Ninpumuna, Lulal, Iiaba, Ishmekarab, Irnina, Isimud, Ishum, Kabta, Kanisurra, Ki, Kus, Kusu, Lagamar, Laguda, Mami, Mammitum, Mandanu, Manzat, Martu, Misharu, Nanibgal, Ninsar, Lugaldukuga, Nammu, Lahar, Las, Dumuzi-abzu, Duttur, Emesh, Enbilulu, Ninmena, Shuishaga, Ninkilim, Ningirima, Ningishzida, Ningublaga, Tiamat, Alammus, Ama-arhus, Uttu, Wer, Ningal, Ningikuga, Tutu, Uras, Ningirida, Ninhegal, Ninimma, Erra, Erragal, Ezina, Gareus, Gazbaba, Geshtinanna, Gibil, Gugalanna, Ninazu, Ninlil, Ninshubur, Nisaba, Zababa, Alala, Belili, Anshar, Kishar, Duri, Dari, Enki, Ninki, Tashmetu, Urkitum, Usur-amassu, Enmesharra, Gunura, Gatumdug, Haya, Hegir, Hendursaga, Humhum, idiurugu, Ninigizibara, Lumma, Ninkasi, Ninkurra, Ninmada, Ninmarki, Bitu, Bizilla, Damu, Dingirma, Amasagnudi, Amashilama, Antu, Asarluhi, Ashgi, Aya, Bel-Sarbi, Belet-Seri, Bilgames, Enkimdu, Enlilazi, Ninsianna, Ninsikila, Ninyu, Nirah, Numushda, Nungal, Nunusdug, Nusku, Pabilsag, Paniginarra, Ninisina, Nintinugga, Lisin (brother is ashgi), Lugala'abba, Lugalbanda, Lugal-irra and Meslamta-ea, Sadarnunna, Sarpanit, Sarrahitu, Serua, Shala, Shara, Subula, Shullat and Hanish, Ennugi, Enten, Shulpa'e, Shui-utula, Shuzianna, Sirsir, Siduri, Silili, Sumugan, Tadmustum, Allani, Asratum, Belet-Šuḫnir and Belet-Terraban,

Note: Keep in mind that this list may not be accurate and/or may be missing some mythological figures because I put down what I knew and did the bare minimum of google searching.

[aktionfsa-blog-blog]

Big Brother in Bayern

Verhaltensvorhersagen möglich ...

... aber beliebig fehlerhaft. Die Folgen von "Predictive Policing" sollte man sich stets vor Augen halten, bevor man sie auf die Menschen los lässt. Es kommt zu beliebig vielen "False Positives", also falsch Verdächtigten, die dann unter großen Schwierigkeiten ihre Unschuld beweisen müssen. Wie schwer es ist zu beweisen, dass man irgend etwas nicht getan hat, das wissen die Betroffenen nur zu gut.

Bereits in Hessen und NRW wird eine Software eingesetzt, die nun auch die Polizei in Bayern zu nutzen plant. Es handelt sich um die Analysesoftware "Vera", die wiederum auf Palantirs "Gotham" beruht. Die Junge Welt berichtet nun, dass der bayerische Landesdatenschutzbeauftragte, Thomas Petri, vom Landeskriminalamt fordert, den Testbetrieb der Software der geheimdienstnahen US-Firma Palantir einzustellen.

Data Mining = Rasterahndung

Die Software schaut sich "nur" die allgemein verfügbaren Daten der Menschen an und versucht daraus Muster zu erkennen. Wer war zum Zeitpunkt X wo, wer hat mit wem telefoniert, wer hat ähnliche Ansichten in (a-) sozialen Netzwerken geäußert wie der Verdächtige Y?

Aus der Vielzahl der analysierten Daten lassen sich Persönlichkeits- sowie Bewegungsprofile von Personen erstellen und daraus wieder Schlussfolgerung auf eigentlich private Verhaltensmuster ziehen. Schon vor mehr als 20 Jahren hatte sich das BVerfG mit der Rasterfahndung von Studenten nach den Terroranschlägen vom 11. September beschäftigt und eine Analyse von Daten Unverdächtigen/Unbeteiligten ausgeschlossen. Warum jetzt - ohne äußeren Anlass - dieser erneute Vorstoß? KI machts möglich.

Noch fehlt zumindest in Bayern eine Rechtsgrundlage für solche Software, doch im Koalitionsvertrag wird sie bereits gefordert. Frage: Warum sind die Menschen so blind, solche Parteien wie CSU und Freie Wähler zu wählen?

Mehr dazu bei https://www.jungewelt.de/artikel/469076.big-brother-in-bayern-der-einsatz-solcher-software-ist-gef%C3%A4hrlich.html

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Maller und Kempf, but let them meet for the first time 💗

„Kempf! Mitkommen!“ KHK Schuster, sein Dienststellenleiter, fängt Wolfgang ab, als er mit dem Rest seines Teams das Gebäude betritt. Sie kommen gerade von einem Einsatz. Hausdurchsuchung bei einem – nun nicht mehr nur mutmaßlichen – Großdealer, den sie in Gewahrsam genommen haben und der mit dem richtigen Angebot an Strafminderung ihr Schlüssel für einen Schlag gegen einen Drogenring sein wird. Das Adrenalin pumpt noch durch seinen Körper und eigentlich will er duschen und die schusssichere Weste loswerden, aber Schuster hat etwas an sich, das keine Wiederworte zulässt. Schuster sagt nichts mehr, also folgt er ihm widerwillig die Treppen zu seinem Büro hinauf. Wahrscheinlich wartet die nächste Beschwerde über sein Verhalten im Dienst auf ihn. Kollegenschweine.

„Der Kollege Maller will Sie sprechen“, informiert ihn Schuster, als sie vor seinem Büro stehen bleiben. „Sie wissen wer er ist?“ Natürlich weiß er das. Jeder auf der Dienststelle kennt die Geschichten über Manfred Maller. Erfolgreichster Drogenfahnder, den die Stadt je gesehen hat. Eigenwillig, aber legendär. Und jetzt beim BKA, wo er die ganz großen Dinger dreht. „Legen Sie die ab.“ Schuster deutet auf die Weste, wartet ungeduldig, bis Wolfgang sie ausgezogen hat. Das T-Shirt, das er darunter trägt, klebt schweißnass an seinem Körper. Wolfgang meint Schusters Gedanken hören zu können, als er ihn abschätzig mustert, bevor er die Tür zu seinem Büro aufstößt.

„Manfred!“, begrüßt er den anderen Mann, der mit dem Rücken zu ihnen steht, überschwänglich und in einem Tonfall, der Wolfgang die Galle hochkommen lässt. Maller steht breitbeinig vor der Fensterfront, die Arme hinter dem Rücken verschränkt und trägt trotz der Sommerhitze eine schwere Lederjacke.

„Roland“, stellt Maller fest, wendet den Blick vom Fenster ab und dreht sich zu ihnen um. „Da bist du ja.“ Maller ignoriert Schusters ausgestreckte Hand und sieht stattdessen zu Wolfgang, der wie ein Schuljunge hinter Schuster stehen geblieben ist. „KK Kempf, nehme ich an?“

Wolfgang nickt und strafft die Schultern. Mallers wacher Blick geht ihm durch den ganzen Körper. „Korrekt.“ Seine Antwort ist kurz und zackig und irgendwas daran scheint Maller zu gefallen, denn für einen kurzen Moment zuckt sein Mundwinkel, ehe er sich wieder unter Kontrolle hat.

„Können wir uns irgendwo ungestört unterhalten?“ Er richtet die Frage an ihn, nicht an Schuster, der schon zu einer Antwort ansetzt, aber mit einem unterdrückten Laut verstummt, als Maller die Hand hebt.

„Natürlich“, antwortet Wolfgang, nicht ohne Genugtuung über Schusters Gesichtsausdruck. Wie ein nach Luft Fisch an Land schaut er, als er und Maller das Büro verlassen.

Wolfgang stößt die Tür zum Raucherdach auf, lässt Maller den Vortritt. Der Kies knirscht unter ihren Schuhsohlen, reflektiert die Hitze hoch in ihre Gesichter. Jetzt ist niemand hier. Selbst die wenigen Raucher der oberen Etagen, die sonst das Dach nutzen, steigen bei dem Wetter lieber die Treppen hinunter und rauchen im Schatten des Gebäudes. Maller scheint die Hitze nichts auszumachen, während er die Umgebung scannt und sicher geht, ob sie wirklich alleine sind.

Wolfgang lehnt sich an die Betonbrüstung, wischt sich die Haare aus der Stirn und taxiert Maller. Er hat keine Ahnung was er von ihm will, trotzdem prickelt die Neugier in seinem Nacken, macht ihm empfindsam für äußerliche Reize, das Adrenalin vom Einsatz tut sein Übriges, dass er unterdrücken muss sich wie ein Hund vor Erregung zu schütteln.

„Sie sprechen spanisch?“, fragt ihn Maller, ganz so, als ob er ein begonnenes Gespräch fortführen würde. Wolfgangs Augenbrauen zucken nach oben. „Ja, ein Jahr Austausch in Spanien.“ An Mallers Gesichtsausdruck erkennt er, dass er diese Information bereits weiß und Wolfgang verstummt. „Was wollen Sie?“

Maller grinst plötzlich und kommt auf ihn zu, lehnt sich neben ihn an die Brüstung und schaut auf die Stadt hinab. Wolfgang dreht sich ebenfalls um, legt die Unterarme auf der Brüstung ab. Der Waschbeton drückt ihm spitz in die Haut. „Ist das Ihr Traum, Kempf?“ Maller nickt mit dem Kinn in Richtung Horizont. „Tag ein Tag aus die kleinen Fische fangen und hoffen, dass Ihnen mal ein großer ins Netz geht, wenn Sie nur den richtigen Köder auswerfen?“

Wolfgang zuckt mit den Schultern. „Ich bin gut“, antwortet er und sieht Maller an, der den Blick weiter auf die Stadt geheftet hat. Die Sonne brennt Wolfgang auf den Rücken, an seinem T-Shirt bilden sich die ersten weißen Salzränder, dort wo es trocknet.

„Deswegen bin ich hier. Sie verschwenden Ihr Talent mit dieser Scheiße und unter einem wie Schuster.“ Mallers Stimme ist sachlich, es ist nicht mehr als eine Feststellung. „Sie haben Potential, Sie können größeres bewirken mit der richtigen Führung.“ Maller schweigt und lässt seine Worte wirken. Wolfgangs Nerven flattern und er hört sein Blut in den Ohren rauschen. Maller will ihn abwerben. Sein Freifahrtschein raus aus dieser beschissenen Stadt. „Ich brauche einen neuen VE für eine Ermittlung in Mexiko. Sie scheinen mir passend dafür“, fährt Maller fort, so als müsse er ihn noch weiter überzeugen.

„Ich bin Ihr Mann“, hört er sich sagen, bevor er groß nachdenken kann und wieder zucken Mallers Mundwinkel.

„Dann kommen Sie, es gibt einiges zu klären.“ Maller wendet sich ab und Wolfgang folgt ihm bereitwillig.