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asterlark · 5 months
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me and den @unloneliest were just talking about murderbot and ART's relationship and i want to discuss how they quite literally complete each other's sensory and emotional experience of the world!!
there's a few great posts on here such as this one about how murderbot uses drones to fully and properly experience the world around it (it also accesses security cameras/other systems for this same purpose). but i haven't seen anyone so far talk about how once MB stops working for the company and consequently doesn't have a hubsystem/secsystem to connect to anymore (which for its entire existence up to that point had been how it was used to interacting with its environment/doing its job), after it meets ART, ART starts to fill that gap.
ART gives MB access to more cameras, systems, and information archives than it would normally be able to connect with while MB is on its own outside of ART's... body(? lol), but also directly gives MB access to its own cameras, drones, archives, facilities, and processing space. additionally, so much of ART's function is dedicated to analysis, lateral thinking, and logical reasoning, and it not only uses those skills in service of reaching murderbot's goals, it teaches murderbot how to use those same skills. (ART might be a bit of an asshole about how it does this, but that doesn't negate just how much it does for murderbot for no reason other than it's bored/interested in MB as an individual.)
we all love goofing about how artificial condition can basically be boiled down to "two robots in a trench coat trying to get through a job interview" (which is entirely accurate tbh) but that's also such a great example of ART fulfilling the role of both murderbot's "hubsystem" and "secsystem", allowing it to fully experience its environment/ succeed in its goals. ART provides MB with crucial information, context, and constructive criticism, and uses its significant processing power to act as MB's backup and support system while they work together.
from ART's side of things, we get a very explicit explanation of how it needs the context of murderbot's emotional reactions to media in order to fully understand and experience the media as intended. it tried to watch media with its humans, and it didn't completely understand just by studying their reactions. but when it's in a feed connection with murderbot, who isn't human but has human neural tissue, ART is finally able to thoroughly process the emotional aspects of media (side note, once it actually understands the emotional stakes in a way that makes sense for it, it's so frightened by the possibility of the fictional ship/crew in worldhoppers being catastrophically injured or killed that it makes murderbot pause for a significant amount of time before it feels prepared to go on. like!! ART really fucking loves its crew, that is all).
looking at things further from ART's perspective: its relationship with murderbot is ostensibly the very first relationship it's been able to establish with not only someone outside of its crew, but also with any construct at all. while ART loves its crew very much (see previous point re: being so so scared for the fate of the fictional crew of worldhoppers), it never had a choice in forming relationships with them. it was quite literally programmed to build those relationships with its crew and students. ART loves its function, its job, and nearly all of the humans that spend time inside of it, but its relationship with murderbot is the first time it's able to choose to make a new friend. that new friend is also someone who, due to its partial machine intelligence, is able to understand and know ART on a whole other level of intimacy that humans simply aren't capable of. (that part goes for murderbot, too, obviously; ART is its first actual friend outside of the presaux team, and its first bot friend ever.)
and because murderbot is murderbot, and not a "nice/polite to ART most of the time" human, this is also one of the first times that ART gets real feedback from a friend about the ways that its actions impact others. after the whole situation in network effect, when the truth of the kidnapping comes to light and murderbot hides in the bathroom refusing to talk to ART (and admittedly ART doesn't handle this well lol) - ART is forced to confront that despite it making the only call it felt able to make in that horrifying situation, despite it thinking that that was the right call, its actions hurt murderbot, and several other humans were caught in the crossfire. what's most scary to ART in that moment is the idea that murderbot might never forgive it, might never want to talk to it again. it's already so attached to this friendship, so concerned with murderbot's wellbeing, that the thought of that friendship being over because of its own behavior is terrifying. (to me, this almost mirrors murderbot's complete emotional collapse when it thinks that ART has been killed. the other more overt mirror is ART fully intending on bombing the colony to get murderbot back.)
in den's words, they both increase the other's capacity to feel: ART by acting as a part of murderbot's sensory system, and murderbot by acting as a means by which ART can access emotion. they love one another so much they would do pretty much anything to keep each other safe/avenge each other, but what's more, they unequivocally make each other more whole.
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foxprints · 9 months
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Not sure who it beat the futz outta but I'm sure they deserved it
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foursaints · 5 months
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thoughts on evan and pandora siblings real?
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i think about them a normal amount yeah
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tinukis · 3 months
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REF SHEET CEPT NOT REALLY A SHEET BUT STILL OF Z‼️‼️‼️ my one piece oc.... he is just a little guy that deserves the world ( + tried to imitate oda's style a little bit lol)
i am honestly too scared to like make a full on. Lore cause writing is hard (especially with one piece there's so many characters you need to consider- esp creating a new island with a villain and other important characters hfkwhdkwhdjwn)
you can read a little bit about Z here: info 1 / info 2
but uhh in short: Z is a 13 y/o boy that the strawhats meet on a small island. he strangely looks like younger ace which startled luffy. but at some point, they grew a brotherly bond. Z had always played the older sibling role to other children suffering as much as he was. so he kind of needed an older sibling to look up to and learn that it is ok to rely on others- especially if they are willing to offer to lend you a hand. since meeting luffy and his crew, Z was inspired to set out to sea someday and write incredible stories like the books he had read and helped him live on
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humanmorph · 6 months
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"They found each other in the wreckage of optimism, and it took them a decade to decide that hope was not enough to save the Golden Branch from itself. It was in a library, not an armoury, where the Apostolosian became the sword and shield of Integrity, a Divine who’d lost its Candidate. Some climb into their Divines, others deploy them across the battlefield, or fight under the blanket of their shadows. But Integrity demands intimacy. It digs into the flesh of the willing, all metal and promises and penetralia, desperate to create an unbreakable unity. It is afraid, and wounded, and it cannot know the power it gives without seeing it first in the reflection of a Candidate's eyes: the loft, the velocity, the violence. And for the first time in centuries, Integrity doesn’t fear its Candidate. It moves with confidence, in muscle and ambition. It believes in Sokrates Nikon Artemisios." (COUNTER/Weight 22: A Broken Branch)
Great episode to get to after recent palisade happenings. I obviously remember the "Integrity demands intimacy" but there's so much other great stuff here.... "They found each other in the wreckage of optimism" is just incredible.
Edit: Noting the wording of " [...] the Apostolosian became the sword and shield of Integrity" because Integrity literally is both those things - they are the armor Sokrates wears and the weapon they wield - but it positions them here both as a protector of Integrity and someone Integrity acts through (divines & candidates!).
And I love that this gives Integrity pre-Sokrates interiority I had honestly completely forgotten about. "For the first time in centuries, Integrity doesn't fear it's candidate" A divine afraid(!) of what it can do together with it's candidate, the power it gives. And then what Austin describes in pal29 comes to mind, which is like, "if there was a time when Integrity was like, you know, 'Finally someone has come to help me get out of this situation.' That is not what's happening here." It's interesting because that phrasing of if not the current but a past state("that time has come and gone ")... it still sounds like fear a little bit. And that obviously isn't the case anymore (I don't feel like typing out this Austin quote but he said something about the notion of immortality & change that made me real happy. I love that shit) & I'm curious to learn more about this hopefully.
I love Integrity & while I don't think of it as "the good one", it's fate is important to me because is still one of the sickest divines (which is really saying a lot with like, Perennial and Motion et al. around).
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redrattlers · 7 days
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summertime and the living's easy 🍊
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khaotunq · 1 year
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The Eclipse + Social Media: Wat edition
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sssusuki · 10 months
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How long has Ivan been wasting himself at this bar? His mind is a little mush, trying to drown out the thoughts in his head. He had recently gone on a date with Till, somebody he had been trying to charm for what was probably years now— and he probably just messed it all up by teasing the poor man when he admitted he hit a police officer with a guitar.
Now, here he is wasting his sorrows away and probable rejection from the man in a few hours. Oh, lord, he wasn't prepared. His head fell to the counter and he almost feels like sleeping, anything to get away and into his fantasies right now.
The bell to the bar chimes and he doesn't take note of it as he begins to doze off. The glass that is now empty with melting ice seems to mock him as he swears he can see Till in the glass reflection.
He musters a groan. Great, now even his mind is making fun of his rejection, "Hey, Ivan? That you?" The familiar voice rings and Ivan swears he sobers up on the spot.
"Oh, uh," Ivan licks his chapped lips. Oh lord. Till is wearing a loose t-shirt that shows his collarbones and all that previous alcohol is not helping his situation, "Hey, what are you doing here?" Ivan attempts to salvage what little charm he has left after this night as he makes a toothy smile.
Till only cackles at this, "Hey to you to, and I am here to see you, y'know that right?" Till has that cheeky look in his eye, like he is about to do something rebellious. Ivan always loved that look on him. He found it irresistible. Wait, what did he say?
"Wait, what?" Ivan finally, completely sobers up as he lifts himself up off the counter that he was sure he was drooling on, and good God does he kind of wish he wasn't such a mess right now.
"Yeah, you kind of just dipped on our date after you made that joke. You do know I was laughing at it because it was funny, not demeaning, right?" He seems to make an expression that says, You do understand, right? And goodness does he understand now.
"Yeah, mhm," Ivan immediately straightens up because that is exactly what he thought, "You wanna sit down?" Ivan says, hoping to everything that is holy that his desperation isn't showing.
Till doesn't even respond he simply sits right next to him on one of the precariously leaning stools and orders some sort of fruity, non-alcoholic drink before turning back to him.
"Soo..." Ivan begins, realizing how awkward it is as Till waits for the bartender to make his drink, "What?" Till asks, "Unless we are continuing that conversation about the incident, which, by all means continue," Till laughs. It's very melodic, almost harmonious as Ivan can swear he sees stars.
Yeah not the time to be in lala land.
"Well, to begin," He tries to smooth out his ever wrinkling white button up as he tries to come up with some witty comeback, "Are you sure that all that caused you to hit the guy with a guitar was him trying to sing during Karaoke?" Ivan seems to relax a little bit into the conversation, unconsciously leaning his bodyweight towards the boy, "I seriously think that was just a little bit overkill," Ivan giggles.
"Well, it was in the heat of the moment!" Till puffs, "I was singing and suddenly he was interrupting me so I hit him with my guitar." Till grins.
Oh lord, Ivan is so wasted he can barely keep up with the conversation and is trying his hardest not to focus on Till's lips. This isn't good.
"Well, uh," Ivan can feel himself licking his lips, he realizes how chapped they are and wishes he bought some chapstick before this.
"Well?" Till nudges Ivan with his shoulder and Ivan swears he spirals for a hot second. Were Till's lips always so soft looking?
Ivan audibly gulps as Till snorts, "I guess the alcohol is too in your system? I've never seen you so loose?" Ivan can only nod, not trusting his mouth to not try and connect with Till's.
Suddenly he feels a pair of hands around his waist hoist him up out of the chair. It's Till.
"We're gonna get you home, okay?" Till innocently says and Ivan feels like exploding on the spot to hide his visible embarrassment.
"Okay." Is all Ivan can say as Till, much stronger than he looks, practically carries Ivan out of the bar.
The cold, crisp air of the city is one to marvel at since it's usually so humid at night that you start sweating when you leave. This particular bar is a little hidden, but nonetheless gorgeous with all the neon lights around.
Ivan droops his head onto Till's shoulder as the boy seems busy finding them a cab. He recognizes that he and Till are settled down into a car just a few moments after, but all Ivan really focuses on is being able to hold Till. It seemed after Till finally got his big gig for some band as their guitarist, they never got to hang out anymore, and then when the date spontaneously happened, it was fumbled immediately. But goodness, did he just miss Till's affection and comfort the most. The boy's loud and exciting nature always comforted Ivan. Perhaps it was because he was nothing like that, perhaps it was because he always wanted to be like that. Who knows.
He recognizes that Till asks him where his apartment is as he lazily— and very slowly— says the address. Hoping to stay with Till even just a little bit longer.
Ivan wraps his hands around Till's neck is his half-asleep stupor as he nuzzles his head closer in the crook of Till's neck. He feels two hands hug him around the back as Till's head settles onto his own, and finally Ivan felt like the date went well, even if he dipped an hour into it because he embarrassed himself. It went well.
And yeah, he could get used to this. Very used to this.
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buck2eddie · 8 months
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fic moodboard inspired by into the fire by @gayhoediaz
Buck thinks he could be drenched in gasoline and lit on fire, and it wouldn’t make a difference - he wouldn’t know - he’s already there; they’re it. Their bodies together. Them together.
After all, this is what a fire is - it’s what a fire does. It doesn’t matter how controlled it is, or how contained - a fireplace, or even a harmless, small candle flame - all it takes is one mistake - one misstep - and it devours everything in its path with ruthless enthusiasm.
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gncrezan · 3 months
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happy valentine's day najam!! 💕 love u so much, you always make my days so bright, i hope you enjoy that same brightness today
HAPPY VALENTINES QUILL !!!!! hope you had a good day, i love you MWAH !!!!!! using this ask like last year as an excuse to post various nickmancing content i've accumulated over the years do not mind me (buttonkenzie sneaking in but still)
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blu3mila · 8 months
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meet the sweethearts i based off Nick and Vashhhhhhhhhhhha-ha! their names are Cristopher and Bláth!
really proud of myself for pulling off this feat of backwards engineering. their faces are modelled after sketches of their Marriage and this delightful kiss from my next wip. been chipping away at it slowly and suddenly there were two new guys with a story...
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they're in their late twenties/early thirties and all kinds of messes, but... hopelessly in love. bláth would be a tattoo artist recovering from the hell that was his brother (dead now) and trying out this 'life' thing everyone's been raving about. brown hair that he bleaches to hell and back, with bangs ironed. trans, of course.
and cris'd be a mechanic, also struggling for independence, but in the financial sense. maybe four years younger and trying to seem tougher than he is. like he'd be butch enough if he just stopped trying, but he's not there yet with his ugly sports glasses. he's also unlucky enough to fall into a bad gang. bláth's a survivor of that coming from the other side, putting his all into dragging the other out. he won't be too deep. they'll make it out. after they stop running from each other that is!
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crossedwiress · 7 months
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we're on the borderline, dangerously fine and unforgiving
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kneeslapworthy · 1 year
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Kate: Yikes, it smells like up dog in here.
Sticky, not falling for this again: ...
Reynie, not falling for this again: ...
Constance, who never fell for it in the first place: ...
SQ, new member of the society: What's up dog? :D
*all hell breaks loose*
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