Bagginshield, Codywan, Merthur. Writing meta.

Anyway I was bitching about how hard it is to come up with feasible planets in Star Wars because sometimes you need a new planet from scratch and sometimes you need to know more about a planet than the 'has jungles, is probably a moon technically' than Wookieepedia will give you, and they're like 'oh yeah I can do something about that'.

So they've written (in Matlab but they swear it will run as a .exe as well and I may be conscripted to embed it as a web tool at some point) a star system generator.

You input what you know about the planet (ecosystem, population, sun colour, does it have liquid water, does it have a moon or moons, is it a moon or moons, temperature averages, atmosphere, you get me) and it will give you the... everything else about the star system, in obedience to real-universe physics. And if you input nothing you get a randomly generated star system.

And I’m like oh I know people who will be into this with a vengeance, and they're not on Tumblr, so this is me seeing who exactly would be keen on, and I cannot stress this enough, a real-physics comprehensive star system generator.

🎖️现代王室

inspired by Nothing Gold Can Stay by perkynurples 🤲

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1047210?view_full_work=true

Because i mean... i know the war was still new, but it HAD been going on a for at least a half a year before Ahsoka showed up. you telling me if this child had a choice, she would choose to be the padawan of a freshly made Knight over a season Jedi Master? especially one as high ranking and infamous as Obi-Wan Kenobi?

Fat chance.

Obi-Wan: Hello little one, I am Obi-Wan Kenobi and I am your new Master :D

Anakin: *ew kids lookin ass* ...hi.

Ahsoka, knowing full well she is supposed to train with an Anakin Skywalker: ... yes. Obi-Wan Kenobi, I was assigned to be your Padawan. yours specifically. no one else :)

Later, on holocall:

Yoda: Assigned to Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka was.

Obi-Wan: too late we bonded.

Ahsoka, koalaing to his side: mine.

Cody: our CMO has informed us the Commander has imprinted on the General sir. it would be unhealthy to separate them now.

this used to be a common knowledge

AO3 saying they will not be banning AI-generated works on their platform

I agree with them and I respect them for this. no, I am not a fan of AI-generated fics, but as I’ve said many times before in the past:

AO3 was built with the “complete anti censorship” stance. them banning AI-generated works would be them going against their own core values of “no censorship”. and “no censorship” means nothing is censored. and that includes works you dislike for ethical or whatever reasons.

as of now, most (I believe) of creators who use AI to write for them properly tag their works as “AI-generated”. so you can safely filter these works out if you don’t wish to consume them. but I have no doubt the majority (if not all) of them will stop tagging their works as AI if AO3 actually bans AI works, which means these AI works will be untagged. you can never know for sure if the fic you read is AI or not, since they aren’t properly tagged anymore.

whether or not you like it, AI is getting better and more human-like, meaning it’s getting harder to spot when a fic is AI.

speculation, witch hunts, wrongful accusations and harassment harm real writers, as well as writing community as a whole, as much as AI does, if not more.

it’s impossible for AO3 to effectively ban and remove “only AI-generated works” without innocent human-made works getting wrongly marked as AI and deleted in the process. so if AO3 were to ban AI-generated works, it would mean

there was a chance of a human-made work getting wrongly marked as AI and taken down

there was a chance of an AI-generated work being wrongly accepted as human-made

fandom drama could and would cause innocent writers to get their human-made works falsely reported as AI

human-made fics that “upset people”, in terms of contents, could and almost certainly would be reported as AI, because there were people who “found the fics inappropriate/disgusting and wanted them taken down” — and the only way they could do that was by falsely reporting these fics as AI

AO3 volunteers would have to decide which works were AI “based on vibes alone”. and not only was it impossible for them to always make the correct judgement, there simply weren’t enough volunteers and time for every single work that was reported as AI to be thoroughly read by a human volunteer

no, “AI detector” is unreliable and the machine itself is also AI — it’s known to have incorrectly marked human-made works as AI and AI-generated works as human-made.

Naturally, this leads to Obi-Wan acquiring a feral, still-chipped Cody and dragging him across the galaxy on his various misadventures.

Cody, meanwhile, is relentless. Every possible opportunity is a murder attempt. Blaster shots, ambushes, trying to push Obi-Wan off cliffs, sneaking poison into his food—anything.

Obi-Wan, however, remains entirely unbothered.

Cody fires at him? Obi-Wan deflects the bolts and smiles softly like he has just been written a haiku.

At one point, Cody lunges at Obi-Wan with a vibroblade in front of Bail. Obi-Wan smoothly disarms Cody in a single motion, lightly holding Cody’s wrist as he sighs and says, blushing faintly,”Not in front of Bail, dear one,” like it’s foreplay.

This whole situation is so utterly baffling to Cody that it basically short-circuits his chip.

The moment Cody’s free Obi-Wan’s getting shaken within an inch of his life,“YOU KRIFFING DI’KUT, I WAS NOT FLIRTING! I WAS TRYING TO KILL YOU!!! WHAT DO YOU THINK FLIRTING IS?!”

Obi-Wan blinks at him, completely thrown. “…Oh. So you don’t like me.”

“You liked Disney World alright,” Merlin says, and continues tromping ahead.

“Well the rides are bloody air-conditioned, aren’t they,” Arthur mutters.

The Everglades are not air-conditioned. They are hot and humid and utterly miserable.

“And besides, that’s the only part I have enjoyed. New York was too loud and crowded, Boston the same, Philadelphia was unremarkable, DC had too many museums, Colonial Williamsburg was boring, Charleston was hot, Savannah was hot, and Florida is fucking hot.”

A branch snaps in the distance. Arthur shines his flashlight towards it frantically.

“What was that?”

“Probably an alligator come to bite your annoying head off,” Merlin says cheerily. “It would serve you right.”

“And that’s another thing!” Arthur shouts. “The wildlife! The bugs! There are so. Many. Bugs! Why are there so many?!”

Merlin dutifully ignores him from underneath his beekeeper hat. Or whatever it’s called.

“And now you’ve brought me to Bug Mecca!” Arthur whinges from under his own beekeeper hat. “But not just bugs, oh no. All manner of creepy-crawlies. Pythons, boa constrictors, spiders, carnivorous birds—“

“There definitely aren’t carnivorous birds.”

“Alligators, snapping turtles, dinosaurs! All dinosaurs! When I agreed to this stupid trip, I didn’t know America was Jurassic Park!”

“Wait until we get out West,” Merlin says mildly, “Can’t wait to see the coyotes.”

Arthur blanches.

“They’re like scrawnier, rabid-er wolves. With mange.”

“Merlin!” Arthur, in an attempt to run ahead and whack his idiot friend round the back of the head, stumbles and face plants. His beekeeper hat tumbles into the pond ahead and bobs off.

Arthur freezes. He hears laughter.

“MERLIN!” He shouts, irate, into the mud, and drags himself up, spitting and cursing, to sitting—

And then he sees it.

A creature, bulbous and demonic, evil eyes luminescent in the light of Arthur’s headlamp.

He stares at it. It stares at him.

And then it leaps.

Arthur shrieks and flies to his feet, swatting madly at the sticky feet crawling up his face.

“Get it off—get it off me! Merlin! It’s slimy!”

“Arthur, relax! Breathe, just—Arthur! Stop.”

Arthur feels two strong hands grip his shoulders. He stills.

The little demon comes to a halt right between his eyebrows, and Arthur cringes, fighting the urge to smack it away.

He peeks one eye open right as Merlin reaches out, brows knit in concentration.

“It’s alright, darling,” he murmurs.

Arthur’s heart thumps hard in his chest.

“What—“

“Shh,” Merlin urges, and gently pulls it off of Arthur’s forehead. “Oh, you’re lovely. Just a little confused, aren’t you?”

Arthur’s face burns. Confused is right. He doesn’t understand, why is Merlin doing this now? All these years, he’d thought there might be something, but here? In the Everglades—hell, in America of all places? Maybe that’s why Merlin invited him on this trip. To confess. And maybe now, seeing Arthur’s life put in danger by this horrid little beast, he’s finally realised the depth of his feelings. “Merlin, I—“

Merlin’s gaze softens. Fuck. Arthur’s gonna end up owing the bloody Everglades.

“I want to say, before…“

“Hush, you,” Merlin says, and Arthur closes his eyes, prepared for a kiss that’ll light his world on fire.

“Yes, you are lovely, aren’t you?” Merlin coos. “What a handsome boy.”

Arthur frowns and opens his eyes, a bit put off by the sugary-sweet tone of his voice. “Merlin?”

Merlin’s beaming, pink-cheeked and eyes bright, at. At.

“The frog?!” Arthur cries.

Merlin blinks up at him. “What about the frog?”

Obi and Leia + these little moments

+ this big one