Finding more and more youtubers actively using, or referencing having used, AI is so frustrating! I straight up can't watch their stuff anymore. I feel like I'm losing more than one youtuber every 6 months.
It's even worse because I watch a lot of science and information youtubers. Like, you should know better!
it's been three days since I made this post, and today a friend mentioned using chatgpt. thankfully, he decided to delete it as soon as I called him out, but... dude, come on. you should know better!
(also, he was apparently using it for writing prompts, which... you couldn't find Anything Else?? on The Internet?! hell, writing-prompt-s has been here on tumblr for like a decade!)
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Finding more and more youtubers actively using, or referencing having used, AI is so frustrating! I straight up can't watch their stuff anymore. I feel like I'm losing more than one youtuber every 6 months.
It's even worse because I watch a lot of science and information youtubers. Like, you should know better!
Another reason to ignore negative comments (especially on AO3)
So at work I’ve been forced to learn about “AI Agentic Workflows”. But being an AO3 author, I couldn’t help but think of how this technology affects authors on AO3 (and honestly on other social media platforms too).
What I learned was this: Agentic AI workflow software makes it extremely easy to automate, and bulk-post, HIGHLY-STORY-SPECIFIC negative comments to AO3 fics.
If you’re not familiar with what an AI Agentic Workflow is, I highly recommend informing yourself. You’ll be hearing it a LOT very soon. Basically, it’s a linked linked chain of AI prompts on one/many software platforms. Each “agent” completes a task. Then it hands off the completed task to the next AI Agent in the chain, which builds on it. Then that result is handed off to another agent, etc etc, even potentially to a final agent which analyzes what worked well and what didn’t, and changes what the other agents do.
There are a ton of repercussions here.
But let’s stay focused on AO3.
With AI Agentic workflow software, a person/group who wants to silence the voice of a community can easily scrape a tag, analyze stories by the thousands, then post thousands of highly customized, story specific negative comments, all without a human being ever seeing your words.
They could even set up AI agents watching to see if you delete your story, or delete your profile, which would be a marker of success. That success marker could be shared back to the other AI agents, and the whole workflow could be changed via automation to use that more effective approach.
I’m sure the OTF is working on ways of stopping this. I’m sure most social media companies are too.
But as usual the tools to create havoc are ahead of the ones to prevent havoc.
Anyway.
TL;DR: If you get a highly-story-specific negative AO3 comment — it does NOT MEAN it was written by a HUMAN! You were probably just story 20,031 in a scraped database of 50,000 stories, all of which were being targeted because they belong to a group/topic/tag that some shitty group or agency wanted to silence because of their horrible political or social.
Don’t let them silence you. They never looked at your words to begin with.
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Tried something a bit different with this one! Lineless art and block colours rather than shading haha. But also I tried to pack a bunch of symbolism into it too - Link looks out at the viewer instead of at the goddess, because he chose to fight not for her but for his friends.
Hylia is not a living, responsive goddess but is made of stone, unchanging before pleas and bathed in the light of her glory. She is different to mortals, focused on the bigger picture of millennia rather than the comparatively minute suffering of her Hero.
The pillars of her temple and the light of her radiance make a cage, reflecting the Hero's time in prison and also how he is trapped in a destiny he did not choose. His sword drips blood - both of that which he has slain, but also his own, that will finally buy his world peace, but he is also lit by the goddess's light, her favour resting on his shoulders.
......thinking of doing a Skyward Sword companion piece tbh.
Hello! You mentioned you took requests, so could I perhaps request Horizon Duo (Sky+Four) doing something together? Napping, chatting about birds, Sky toting Four around like a stuffed animal, protecting each other in battle, etc? :3
Sorry this one took so long! I wasn't sure if you wanted art or a fic, but I couldn't get a fic rolling so I just drew it? Between the hands, birds, and Four's pose being very very weird and now just not working at all, it took me a bit, but it's done now! (just don't look too close LOL)
Drawing Crimson and Zeffa was not something I thought I could do, so thanks for the push!
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golden retrievers are still the only breed i’ve ever worked with that go absolutely WILD with excitement for the rain
most dogs tolerate it, some hate it, but golden retrievers, man. they’re on another level
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Things don't go as expected when Wind tries to use the command melody on the weird statue he found by a pond.
based off my musings here
Wind had spotted the strange statue while visiting Hateno village in Wild's era. He'd been exploring around a pond while some of the others did shopping. Spotted it the night before gin into town because of the fireflies. He'd taken the first chance to explore he got.
Of course the bugs weren't out in the daytime. Unfortunately… But the weird statue was definitely something interesting at least. It looked, sort of like the goddess statues Wild had pointed out a few times. Just with horns and a distinct air of mischief.
The Sailor had messed around with it For the better part of an hour. Poking it, brushing off some of the detritus that had compiled on top of it, Giving it a little frog hat… In his defense It was a very distinguished frog.
If Wind was being honest it was a rather well made statue under all the grime. If not a little unnerving. He liked the wings at least. Even if it was coated in dirt…
There WAS water RIGHT there…
A thought began Forming in Wind's mind. He didn't currently have his power bracelets on him. Left them in the in with the majority of his stuff. He couldn't pick up the statue without them by the looks of it.
One attempt later proved that point.
He didn't want to go all the way back right now. But he still had one more option to try.
He'd never used the command melody a whole lot. Imposing his will over another always felt a little wrong to him unless necessary, But he also knew he'd been able to control those statues in the tower of the gods…
There was no harm in attempting it right? What was the worst that could happen!
Wind pulled out the windwaker where he kept it tucked into his belt. Grinning tot he statue as he lifted his arms.
"Ready for a bath?" He asked. Familiar notes drifting on the wind.
The demon in the statue, the Horned statue, Granter of boons, bargainer, cursed. They had long since forgotten their true name. Not that it mattered much to them. As far as it was concerned It didn't need them.
name or no name they could make deals. and deals where what they loved best. If only one particular goddess hadn't TRAPPED them here, They would be able to make a lot MORE of them. Instead of just sitting here.
The fireflies got old really quickly.
At least that one hero had been interesting enough. Though all ways so SUSPICIOUS. It wasn't it's fault people had these things called "morals". Honestly so boring, what did it matter if ones soul got a little damaged while they did their work. It hadn't been destroyed!
And so what the people they used to make deals with didn't always use their newfound power to do "good" things. It wasn't THEIR fault some people where stupid and got caught.
Overall They thought getting sealed in a rock was a bit of an overreaction.
no one even bothered to clean them. That was until one new young hylian stumbled into their life. Or pond. It was the same thing really with how things had been going.
The statue could feel something was definately different about this one. Different like that other hero but also somehow other than that entirely. This one didn't feel Hylia claimed.
At least not mainly hylia claimed. There was a bit of a connection. The ties to another unknown deity or deities far outweighed it though.
The young man had grabbed their attention for sure. Even if all they did was poke around them for a half hour.
The frog hat was nice though.
What happened right after was FAR more interesting. The hylian had taken out an object of clear divine power, playing a song as the statue felt their minds connect.the hold of the old binding curse loosened. If it could smile a grin would have spit their face.
It felt like losing all weight and substance. And simultaneously being punted like a coconut. That's how Wind would describe the few moments after the weir statue started talking to him.
Surprisingly this wasn't the first time a statue spoke to him. Nor did Wind believe it would be the last. It was a far more common experience than one might actually think.
But those didn't end in Wind being EVICTED FROM HIS OWN BODY!
Since that is the only explanation he could think of hovering over himself as he remained standing. Twitching ever so slightly. Then lurching forward like a puppet being controlled by an amateur puppeteer.
"Rude, how about YOU try being stuck in a stone statue for centuries and then try walking." Wind's body turned to look up at him, eyes now looking all sorts of wrong.
Wind blinked. did he just… what-
"Yes I'm speaking to you, Wow is it nice to have a mouth again. so many more deals in the making hehe…"
Okay that voice sounded so wrong coming from his own mouth.
"yea your probably right… hmmm."
Wind watched his face contort as whatevere was controlling him seemed to concentrate. It cleared it's throat, His throat? This was so weird and so wrong.
"How about this? Ugh I sound like a chipmunk. You should really work on your voice kid."
'Hey!' Wind exclaimed 'you stole MY body! don't insult me!' The words only seemed to sound in Wind's mind. Not ever really leaving his currently incoportal mouth. Did he even have a body at all? Kind of like a ghost?
"Eh, You have a mental perception of a body you could probably make visible to yourself. or me. That's about it. Not actually anything there." Not-wind replied to the mental question. Waving a wobbly hand through the space Wind occupied.
'Give me back my body.' he hissed. Or mentally hissed.
"No." Not-Wind turned back around. As if this was the most nonchalant conversation to ever be having.
'my brothers are going to figure out it's not me in there and then you'll be in for a lot more of a world of hurt than if you don't just let be back in NOW.'
Not-Wind laughed "pfft- How would they know!"
Wind just glared, very clearly pictureing the strange Monster eque orange-red-purple eyes wind's body now sported.
"Ah yea that." The intruder squeezed Wind's eyes shut and shook his head. Opening them to reveal Wind's now much more normal grey eyes. "Better?"
Wind was stunned for a moment. then 'NO THAT IS NOT BETTER! I DON"T WANT YOU TO FIT IN!!'
"Rude."
You can't just- that's MY body!
"And me and your body are going to go do some body needed activities. I'd say see you later but your along for the ride weather you like it or not!"
The anger Wind felt seemed like it would light up the space he was floating in like a giant firefly.
"Emotions don't do that. Unless you have fire powers. Or obnoxious light powers."
Wind decided to ignore that statement. This was going to be a long day. but it WOULD end in wind back in his own body if it killed him.
