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DO NOT USE KOKOBOT

While not a "will scam you out of your money" thing, the Kokobot is just not ethical or a good idea. Its from a "mental health nonprofit" from the minds that brought you "airbnb aka ruining the housing market with the gig economy".

Also there's this:

For one thing, they're acting like mental health professionals aren't real people which feeds into all sorts of biases.

Then one has to consider, if they're "random people", do they have the training for crisis management? Can they tell if someone is about to commit suicide or is just having thoughts? Can these people handle more disturbing discussions?

Its like a tech bro decided to see if its possible to make money off a discord vent channel with all the major problems of a discord vent channel (no therapists, no crisis management, pls stop using the vent channel to replace therapy) left unsolved.

Oh but it somehow gets worse.

See. One of the co-founders of Koko had the brilliant idea to set up an experiment to see if chat gpt can be used to replace actual people/professionals.

He even stated he didn't bother going to the ethics review board aka IRB because he believed he was exempt from their rules.

Oh, and no one involved in the experiment consented, there was anger they were talking to a bot, AND many of Koko's users are adolescents. As far as we know this didn't lead to anyone spiralling but we DON'T KNOW SINCE THIS WAS AN INFORMAL EXPERIMENT.

Now, there is some debate as to whether or not the IRB COULD get involved, due to lack of clarity regarding how scientific this was.

Regardless, it was unethical and dangerous. Be wary of Koko amd Kokobot.

straight up do not remember who half of you people are. you seem nice though

fun DM tip

out of game, just ask your players to roll a D100 (preferably over text). do not elaborate. keep them guessing.

you go to a lesbian blog and find it says women only!! no men allowed!!! and go oh! excuse me, um, what about other lesbians? plenty of lesbians are genderqueer... and they go well, okay, go fuck yourself tim chop off your sweaty dick and stop calling yourself a lesbian. you do not have a dick, actually. you think about that fact often, even though it does you no good. you do not tell this person that.

you go to another lesbian blog and it says women only and you try again, and this time they change it to wlw + nblw only (non-men who love non-men :D). and you'll say hey i appreciate that but gender's not really that cut and dry for a lot of people. someone could be both a man and nonbinary, for instance. i just worry that you're looking at nonbinary as a generic third gender, or an extension of womanhood. i mean yeah you include nblw in your tags but all your posts are about pussy-havers exclusively. what's with that? and they say go fuck yourself you pervy man pretending to be a lesbian. you tried to sneak in but i won't let you.

so you go to a lesbian blog with a dozen or so posts about queer people needing to be more weird about it and you sigh in relief. but you still see the men dni. that's odd. hoping for the best, you say hey! i know you mean well but please maybe don't put men dni at the end of the lovely posts on your lesbian blog bc some lesbians are men. and they'll be like ok!! well you're allowed ;) and you say no that's not. no. some men are lesbians not just me. you think about your own dicklessness and wonder if that's why you were given entry. and you add that even if male lesbians are allowed, there's no indication of that. how would anyone know without asking? and they're like ohh gotcha gotcha well men dni + this is for sapphics only!! and you'll be like ok well that treats the concepts of men and sapphics as mutually exclusive identities and i just told you that's not true and you agreed with me so.. i don't think that solves our problem. and they're like. ok. fine. men dni but genderfluid and multigender people are allowed! and you're like no see that's. that's still the same thing.. you're saying the same thing just with different words. if you don't want men to interact but you're fine with multigender/genderfluid/etc ppl interacting then you either don't see them as Real Men (because they don't reach a standard of Full Manhood) or Complete Men (because they're only Part-Time Men), both of which suggest that they are, in some way, not men or less-than men, which is invalidating and defeats the point of the exception in the first place (accommodation) OR that you don't really mean the dni which is confusing and inconsistent and makes guydykes feel weird and uncomfortable and excluded from the lesbian space you're trying to cultivate. and they're like um. ok. so. cishet men dni? and you're like well i think that makes more sense, but what if someone identifies as both a cishet man and a sapphic? again, if we're trying to accommodate the genderfucky populace then that has to be a possibility that is considered. and they say god you people are never happy. what do you want me to do? what am i supposed to say to keep the right men out? and you pause. you empathize with the need for a space free from dudes trying to fuck you straight and feminine. dudes who watch lesbian porn and joke about what they'd do if they were allowed into girls locker rooms. who look at you like a piece of meat, and like someone who looks at women like pieces of meat in the same way he does. you get it. you know. you want a space where you can be sapphic, too. that's why you came to these blogs in the first place. you brace yourself and you say well i don't know that there are "right men" to keep out. i don't know that there's any single label that would accomplish whatever it is you're trying to accomplish. you could go for "sapphics only" or "queers only" and i think that might be the closest thing to what you want, but it's never going to be perfect. creating any exclusive space is going to shut out people you didn't account for, and the broader the label, the more people will be shut out that you didn't want to shut out. and what about people who don't know if they're allowed? what of questioning transbians, where are they supposed to go? and, frankly, i think i might rather my dykey posts get read and appreciated by a gay guy who sees me as a man than a woman who only sees me as a sacred womb, pure from male perversions or violence or whatever. i think community might just be more complex than a dni can handle. and they look at you and say i don't want to not have a dni. i think you're too permissive. you can't just "what about" or microlabel your way into everything. go fuck yourself, i bet you're not even a lesbian anyway. go find a real problem to get mad about.

you go to a lesbian blog. you ignore the men dni because you know you probably don't even count to them. or maybe you do count and, out of respect for your manhood, they'd shun you accordingly. you try to feel okay about that. you scroll past dozens of posts about mediocre men and gagging at straight friends' boyfriends and how gross and undeserving men are of the beautiful women they couple up with and how all women should be gay so they can get treated right and and and and and. you finally find a post about curling into someone you love and feeling at peace and try to lose yourself in it. you know that feeling is what unites you, what makes you belong. you try to focus on it. you think about carding your hands through a butch's hair or lacing fingers with a femme and feeling warm and loved and more yourself than you ever have before. like this is who you're meant to be. you read about lesboys and butch boytoys and genderfucky dykes and big hairy deep-voiced wonderful women (like you want to be someday, like you wish you could make yourself) and you try to ignore the men dni underneath each and every post. and you daydream about meeting someone kind and earnest at a lesbian bar even though you don't think any such bars exist within three states of you and you can't drink and don't want to drink because you need to be in control of yourself at all times so you don't fuck up like you're always about to and here in the nonexistent lesbian bar you feel wanted and safe and in good company. you picture your ideal, happiest self. it is a mistake. ideal-you has a goatee. not the mascara one you smear on and call drag even though you know it's not drag, not really, the beard you call drag because you think everyone would look at you sadly if you told them it was just to pretend you had something out of your reach. a beard that's soft and that you grew and that cannot be smudged away if you get too comfortable with it. the dream shatters. your people pull away from you, their scoffs mixing with the mind-numbing gay girl bedroom pop you learned to settle for just to have something that almost resembled you, they all pull away and turn their backs and do not look at you. you're too close to being a man now, even though you're the same amount of man as before. and they know you're not supposed to interact with men, not as you would with dykes, at least. and it sours. it's all your imagination, all in your head, but it sours.

you sigh. you think about how small you are. how short, how narrow, how feeble. how your voice pitches up when you talk to strangers because it's easier to speak quietly when it carries more, and because you're nervous. because it's a chore to talk, like everything is. you think about testosterone. you think about how your family would look at you, the questions they would ask, your answers they would only pretend to accept. the uncomfortable glances and whispered questions they'd try to hide from you. you think about how small you are, and how small you will always be. how you don't know of a way to fix it, but even if there was one, no one would want you anymore. you'd be the only one thinking it made you a cooler dyke. you think about how you don't even want a T-voice all the time, how you'll never be able to switch it at will, because you don't know how and can't bring yourself to figure it out. you think about how your throat closes around every hint of your own attraction. how wanting is perverse, how wanting is invasive, how wanting is embarrassing and too vulnerable so it must stay anonymous, as an online witness, and how you can barely manage to form or maintain friendships because your brain makes you pull away, always spinning out and struggling to recover from the simplest of interactions. how they'll all leave you and you won't chase after them at all and how that will hurt them. how stuck you get. how it looks like nothing's holding you back, how that frustrates everyone who thought you were going to be more than you were. the people you love who understand except when it comes to being ghosted, being shut out. how you don't want to hurt them. how you can't tell them that because you're stuck. how you turn to stone when touched, how you never reach out, how you lose your speech and can't look at people, how your autism is fun and sexy until it becomes real and you never see them anymore, how much you longed for someone who knew everything without you having to explain, and who loved you anyway. how unreasonable you know that is to expect of anyone. you think about that not-even-real lesbian bar. you think about how you still can't drive. how you can't leave your home on your own, without dragging somebody into helping you. how you can't leave your body. how you can't leave your manhood behind.

you think about finding another lesbian blog and ignoring everything. about skimming it for the parts you can juice some meaning from. the parts men ignore and don't understand, and how typical of you it is to do so. or the parts where you're not welcome and you should accept that, because it's for lesbians only. how you are a lesbian anyway. how you're meant to choose lesbian or man, how each is a betrayal of some kind to yourself or your people, your family, your lovely strangers, your rare friendly acquaintances. about the parts that tell you you're not wanted, that you're ugly and lazy and gross and insert yourself everywhere without even asking. about the parts that tell you you are hated, and how lesbians are above it all by rejecting men. how lesbians are each blessed miracles. about the parts that say you should be ashamed of being whatever twisted confused freak you are, of everything, of looking and wanting or not looking or not wanting, of picking and choosing instead of taking it all in with a smile. after all, shouldn't you take it? or is your ego too fragile, as men's so often are? aren't you tired? good. we're not here for your consumption. and we sure as hell don't want your company or "community" or whatever. didn't you read the sign? no boys allowed. and if you want to come in you have to make up your mind. as if you haven't told them the only answer you have. you're both. you're both.

you know you broke the rule by interacting.

but it gets lonely sometimes. you wonder if they know.

Also maybe I just need more collaborative projects. Maybe I'm not in a place where I can power creation on my own. Maybe I need things I can work on with other people actively.

Miss Tessa!

black sails characters and the dnd classes they would be:

flint: fighter/sorcerer (draconic bloodline) with high wisdom and charisma. able to pass as human in "civilized" society, but has latent magical powers from an ancient dragon ancestor that manifests in the strangest things...eyes that see through the dark...summoning storms...enchanting the minds of others to do his bidding...

madi: paladin with an oath of devotion, but she doesn't answer to a higher power, or a crown or some nebulous greater good. she answers to a chorus of voices...multitudes...of men, women and children bound by chains across the world....she is devoted to them she answers to them

anne: barbarian. when she channels her rage into fights, she deals serious critical damage to her ops. able to take an insane amount of damage to protect the ones she loves and still be up standing and fighting.

jack: bard (college of valor), through and through. hoards the stories of legendary pirates. obsessed with putting himself up there among the greats. loves to Perform. silvery barbs. iykyk

max: mastermind rogue. the tenants of a rogue is to evade and hide, remain unseen, gather information on enemies and allies in order to figure out how they tick and exploit their weaknesses. she is not fighting on the frontlines she is the shadows she is in the walls of your house waiting to strike

charles: human fighter

billy: human fighter

silver: an npc with no special powers or talents or backstory, his name randomly generated using an NPC fantasy name table. He was created by the DM for no other purpose than to bring the party together and deliver the Inciting Incident/Call to Adventure in the form of a complicated treasure map. quite literally sidelined (see: shackled to a chair) in the first couple sessions, and is only brought back by the DM to add mischief and complications to the plot. but there is something so charming and endearing about this npc that the party can't help but have him tag along on their adventures. John Silver soon becomes integral to the campaign because the player characters want him to be. John Silver the NPC is a reflection of what different players want him to be. He is a trusted partner, co-conspirator, love interest, damsel in distress...a Pirate King to inspire their allies and strike fear in the hearts of their enemies. He is fleshed out and made real by the real human players around him. The players are extremely fearful of john silver dying, but what they don't know is that the DM has no plans on killing off John Silver! The DM has already written john silver into the finale of the campaign, and the story doesn't work without him, so.....

Ty @bloodyentrails for letting me bounce ideas off u

trick or treat *cries*

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Beats tumblr users over the head with this image

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reaching out to you scary

im just a little kitty cat..... i dont bite... come closer

Yo this is super random I know so don’t feel pressured to answer or anything. But I used to be active in the homestuck community and now I’m sort of getting back into it but I don’t really have any friends in the community anymore and tbh u seem cool so I wanted to ask if you have like a discord server or something? I know it’s stupid to do this anonymously but my tumblr is associated with homestuck content and I don’t want people to see that? Just if you were to post this Originally I wanted to msg you on Twitter but I somehow can’t

Jesus I seem like a creep I swear I’m not but yeah I’m rambling and now that I think about it I could have send you a private message but In my head that would be even creepier? Idk mb I swear I’m not weird

All chill man, haha. There’s no need to feel nervous I seriously don’t give a shit as a guy who is also a relentless rambler.

No I don’t have a server or anything (I’m a pretty small account (I think)) unless you count the one with like… 5 people on it who are all my close friends. I am on Borzoi’s DirkJake server but I’m only active quite sporadically.

I opened up my DMs on Twitter (didn’t realise they were closed. Whoops) if you are interested in hitting me up there for conversation about Homestuck or something. I warn you though I am 100% awful at DMs and everyone can attest to this.

My favourite dm came back from a break and we're gonna play a game together and im so happy i cried... god i missed playing ttrpgs with people who are experienced so bad.

loving hours. btw if you have ever done either of the following we have kissed on the mouth and im an ordained minister and we're married sorry yeah its legally binding

went to a game and then unprompted sent me pictures of My Guy(s) like. so shortly after too. arhghjdfs. wdym you thought of me. wdym you saw those guys and thought wow cel would like these pictures. i love you.

sent me any ask. anonymous ones too. or even just a straight up normal dm. either asking questions or just sending a thought u had abt hockey to Discuss!!!!! im obsessed!!!! i love your mind!!!!!!!! i love that you had a thought and then were like ahhh the outlet for this is cel's stupid ass blog!!!!!! i love a good chat!!!!!!!

i wish i was better at making online friends there are so many ppl that i dont even see on here anymore i thought were sooo cool and then was just too nervous to strike up conversation until it all died down