エンジニア向けイベント『冬のAI駆動開発 感謝祭』が渋谷で開催されました #東京都 #渋谷区 #DXHR #エンジニアイベント #NeuroHub
エンジニアたちが集う『冬のAI駆動開発 感謝祭』が渋谷で開催。リアルな交流の場の重要性とAIの活用法が話題に。
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企業のDXを推進する新たなエンジニア職「FDE」研修の全貌 #東京都 #渋谷区 #人材育成 #DXHR #FDE
DXHR株式会社が新たに開発した「FDE研修」は、企業でのAI導入を支える新職種を育成する画期的なプログラムです。詳細をご紹介します。
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https://deusex.fandom.com/wiki/Majestic_12
Liberty = #RightToRepair
Beware #techFascism
Beware ram & #power hoarding #cp2077 #corpos & #dxHR irl majestic12 #cultists ( #irlDxMj12 )
effective #accountability = Means of computation MUST BE ATTAINABLE VIA OWNERSHIP BY the 99%!
@eff.org @gamersnexus.bsky.social @louisrossmann.bsky.social
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Adam Jensen standing next to an older woman inspired by Meryl Streep's role as Miranda. "Jensen, I need you to kill a guy." "Damn."
New boss! ꉂ(≧▽≦)
Both Sarif and Miller are middle aged and grey haired, with a great sense of fashion. So I thought about who I’d like to fill that role as Adam’s boss in a potential 3rd game - and then I saw the Devil Wears Prada 2 announcement…
#deusex | #dxmd | #dxhr | #macchiavato
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deus ex fan art. four headshots of Adam Jensen with cat ears in two different styles. top row: ears down, looking serious/ grumpy. bottom row: ears up, grinning. left: falt coloured and stylized with lineart. right: black white paintings.
*shows up one year late to this art trend* I put cat ears on Adam Jensen again.
#dxmd | #dxhr | #deusex | #macchiavato
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ジーイエットとDXHR、生成AIでの研修事業提携を発表 #東京都 #杉並区 #生成AI #DXHR #ジーイエット
ジーイエット株式会社は、DXHR株式会社と協力し、生成AIを活用した研修事業に関する基本契約を締結しました。業務改善の新たなモデルを目指します。
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Four head shots of Adam Jensen (Deus Ex Mankind Divided) with cat ears. Text top right: Macready (off-screen, pulling at one cat ear): "Still waiting on your fucking Dubai report, mate!"
If you could give Adam Jensen one new augmentation which would it be why would it be cat ears /ᐠ˵> ⩊ <˵マ
#dxmd | #dxhr | #deusex | #macchiavato
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Cropped screenshot of Adam Jensen in Deus Ex Mankind Divided
puppy
Imagine giving this man not a third game and leaving his story unfinished. Forever smad (sad and mad) about it.
#dxhr #dxmd
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Painting of Adam Jensen, nude, with his back turned to the viewer. he is sitting on a golden blanket. His arms and legs are black prosthetics.
More Adam Jensen repainting.
ref in comments.
#dxhr | #dxmd | #deusex | #macchiavato
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Adam Jensen study referenced from Édouard Detaille's "Seated Male Nude".
Dunno if I'll clean this up further, but I'll definitely do more nude art with Adam for the rest of the year, bc I love the aug designs so much 8)
#deusex | #dxhr | #dxmd | #macchiavato
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NeuroHub: A New Exclusive Coworking Space for AI Professionals in Shibuya #Japan #Shibuya #NeuroHub #AI_Professionals #DXHR
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yall i be deux ex'n
#vsky #vtuber #vtubers #vtuberen #envtuber #live #deusex #deusexhumanrevolution #dxhr
youtube.com/live/pCuBEWZ...
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fast
#vsky #vtuber #vtubers #vtuberen #envtuber #live #deusex #deusexhumanrevolution #dxhr
youtube.com/live/Iz8TGto...
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elias toufexis is the goat
#vsky #vtuber #vtubers #vtuberen #envtuber #live #deusex #deusexhumanrevolution #dxhr
www.youtube.com/live/aUWFKun...
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preview of fic
He was going to get to Adam’s apartment, find that it was all some sort of joke. Be made a fool of. There was no way that this was happening. There was no reason that Adam was serious about this or that he would go through with it once Frank was there. He parked near the entrance. He gave a nervous wave to the receptionist, wondering what kind of apartment building had a receptionist, and got in the elevator. He breathed. He tried to calm himself, to ignore the jittering in his arms, the pounding in his heart, the way that his throat was so tight. He knocked on the door. He waited. He pretended that he wasn’t about to run. “Francis,” Adam said his name so calmly, so warmly, when he opened the door. He looked good, wearing a black turtleneck and a gold waistcoat, black slacks with gold piping on the sides. “You actually came.” Frank was dressed like a slob. He looked as much like a man woken up in the middle of the night as he was. He shouldn’t have come. “What are you wearing?” “Just checking it out for tomorrow. What do you think?” He turned, showing Frank from all angles. The slacks hugged his ass a bit much and the vest was so tight that he could see all of the places where Adam was strongest. “You look like David Serif Jr.”
He brought his hand up to Adam’s cheek and brought his fingers from the bone up past his temple and into his hair and Adam’s eyes were closed, his expression tense. He looked as overwhelmed as Frank had been just a few minutes before. “Sorry this isn’t exactly the passionate night I promised,” his voice was so sad. He sounded like he was barely holding himself together. Frank didn’t want to see what would happen if Adam were to ever fall apart. He ran his fingers around one of the knobs, trailed his fingers down a bit, “Adam, how’s this?” Adam thought on that for a while, his eyebrows pinched. “… feels nice.” “See, this is fine.” He got on his tiptoes again, kissing Adam gently, more gently than he’d been kissed before. Slowly Adam brought his hands up, wrapping his arms around Frank’s chest, and pulling him flush to him, his grip just a little bit too tight. It didn’t hurt, it was what Adam needed. Frank had come here expecting to be treated roughly, not that his own gentle touch would be needed. He had never thought that Adam might need to be treated like this, like he was delicate. “You want to go to bed?” Frank asked, not moving, just nuzzling against Adam’s cheek, whispering into his ear. “You still want me like this?” Adam bit the words. Frank could have laughed then, because he was expecting those words to come out of him, if they’d ever gotten to the point of taking their pants off. “Just think it would be more comfortable,” he mused. “I’m going to touch you, Adam, everywhere you want me too.” Adam squeezed him tighter and Frank almost kicked him, feeling his ribs creek. “Hey hey! Stop with that, I know your salary, you can’t afford my hospital bills.”
No new fic today so it's time to promo old fic!
archiveofourown.org/works/18612826
#deusex #dxhr #jensard #adamjensen #francispritchard #mywriting #fanfiction #writesky
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a painting of the the deus ex character eliza cassan. The left side of her face is lit in pink, and her eye has a glowing pink inverted triangle pupil. The right side of her face is lit in gold tones, and has hair that moves and a more human affect.
Birthday gift for @elizacassan.bsky.social
(most annoying, ironic voice you can imagine) Hewwo king, watashi made something for you OwO /
#deusex #elizacassan #digitalart #deusexfanart #dxhr #helixart
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Preview of fic
Jensen’s weight pulled him and he was jarred half way out of the window to follow him, the angle making his shoulder pop and a terrible pain split the bones. He grit his teeth, grappling the wall with his other hand, trying to will the pain away, trying to keep his hold. Jensen wasn’t moving. He was there, he was limp in his hold. The pain of the gashes, small and insignificant, were staring to burn. The smell of burning was getting worse and it was more than just his own hair and skin, it was the room around them. He had to get Jensen up, back into the room. He knew, logically, that Jensen wasn’t terribly heavy. He was the same weight as he was before he’d died, but that didn’t help. At this angle, as he tore Pritchard’s arm from the socket, he could have been a few hundred pounds more than he was. “Hn,” Jensen murmured, trying to get back from unconsciousness. Good. Pritchard couldn’t get him up on his own.
“Fine!” Pritchard spat, “You want to just fall, go ahead, but you’re taking me with you.” That got Jensen to rise an eyebrow, his features to soften. They’d only been dating, technically, for a few days, but they’d known each other for such a long time. Pritchard was just trying to get him to take him seriously, to listen to what he was saying. “Alright,” was not what he’d expected. He felt his mouth fall open. “You think I’m joking? Come on, fall with me.” “I don’t want to be a stain.” It was getting hard to hold on, harder than it had been. His voice was faltering. “You won’t be. Come on. You can’t hold me much longer.” Pritchard bit his lip and closed his eyes. He stopped resisting. It felt strange to stop resisting. It was what he did best. He let himself fall. At leas the pressure on his arm was gone and, as they fell, Jensen pulled him closer, wrapped his arms around Pritchard’s shoulders, hands touching his back, fingers lightly scraping against the leather. Pritchard closed his eyes, feeling the tears sliding out from under his lashes. He hadn’t expected him to cry, nor to feel so calm.
Posting more old fic! More Jensard!
archiveofourown.org/works/16367810
#deusex #dxhr #deusexhumanrevolution #jensard #adamjensen #francispritchard #fanfiction #mywriting
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He tried to act nonchalant, as the panic ate his stomach like moths at wool. He walked around the side of the building, trying to think of someway that he could get inside. There were more Harvesters here, some of which looked terribly pleased with themselves, but they all looked like they were on a smoke break and a few of them were even drunk, passing around a bottle of whiskey. They weren’t quiet. They’d found a big hit, a lot of expensive pieces, hard to salvage but worth it. He shivered. They were talking about Jensen, he knew that, but they were talking about him like he was a car, abandoned at a garage and ripe for the picking. They all laughed when they reminisced over how they’d brought him down. Pritchard pulled out a cigarette of his own and stood with a couple of punks at a flaming barrel. They watched him, they knew he wasn’t one of them, but they could see the anxiety in his features, and they let him be. It had been a bad fight and a few of them had been knocked out while their prize ghosted around them. They’d caught on eventually and gone after him, all together, and he’d thrown an EMP grenade at them. Idiot hadn’t thrown it fast enough and he took himself down, even with how they’d shot him. He grit his teeth, almost biting through the cigarette. A woman, wearing far too little clothing for the weather, sporting a bright red mohawk, put her hand on his shoulder. He shrugged her off, glaring, assuming that she was going to interrupt his thought and hearing with some suggestion that he didn’t want to hear.
“Jensen!” he shoved forward, cradling the man’s head in his hands. The lenses slid back into the grooves in his face, hidden along his temples and he laughed a wet, painful sound. “Took you long enough.” “Come now, listen to all that drama? I had to come up with the best way to make an entrance.” Jensen made that sound again but didn’t move. It took too long for Pritchard to realize that it was because his arms were bolted down, literally, with large bolts between his fingers and around his wrists, to pin him. Pritchard had to pull them away with a wrench, and then Jensen’s hands were on his gut, his flesh gut, feeling the quick and not exactly proper medical work that had been done to him. There was gauze and what looked like stitches underneath, but he was bleeding through all of it. “Home?” he almost whispered. Pritchard nodded, before looking down, only now realizing that Jensen was missing a few things. Some of the bolts in his chest were missing, which meant his self healing wasn’t working. His clothes were all gone and that wasn’t something that Pritchard had been expecting at all but that wasn’t the worst of it.
Preview of an old jensard fic. Fuck I miss these two....
archiveofourown.org/works/16290749
#jensard #deusex #dxhr #adamjensen #francispritchard #mywriting #fanfiction
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A hardshell briefcase with a decorative carbon-fiber pattern, adorned with the logo of the fictional Sarif Industries.
Backtracking a bit to mid-October, when I took a break from sewing to adorn a briefcase to go with the coat, since the backpack I'd been carrying to work didn't really work well with it. (Sarif Industries was the company Adam Jensen worked for in "Deus Ex: Human Revolution".) #deusex #dxhr
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I’d like to mention that I saved Malik WITHOUT killing anyone! Do I get a special achievement for that? #deusexhumanrevolution #dxhr #adamjensen #deusex #humanrevolution
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Putting your blorbo into your situation
#adamjensen #helixart #fanart #deusex #dxhr
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Frank gasped, baring his teeth, scraping them down a hard cord alongside Adam’s neck, feeling his cock swell, fill out, to the size of a thumb, the same thumb that rubbed against him now, rolling circles around his hardness, dipping back to gather his wetness, to smear on his cockhead and ease him closer. “Don’t need that,” Frank whimpered, circling one of the bolts in Adam’s chest with his tongue. “Just want you.” Adam smirked. He didn’t have to look to know that. “How do you want me?” he said it like he was teasing. “Just want you,” Frank lifted a leg, wrapping it around Adam’s side, pulling his loins closer, feeling his erection against his own. Adam adjusted his hand, trapped as it was, holding his own cock instead of Frank’s. He positioned the head of it against Frank’s entrance. “Here?” he asked, then changed it, pressing down further, “Or here?” “Give me a minute on that one,” Frank sneered as he twisted out of Adam’s grip, to reach into the drawer for the bottle. He could do it, slowly, with a lot of people, but with Adam, he just, he didn’t like waiting. He wanted all of him and he wanted him fast. His body couldn’t take that. “Start towards the front.”
Adam pressed himself against Frank’s hole, moving his fingers from Frank’s nipples to grab for the bottle, bringing it between them to slick himself up and slide in. “Oh. Oh fuck.” Frank gasped, feeling Adam slide in to the hilt, his front hot against his back. He sucked a long mark into Frank’s neck. “Oh fuck.” “I’m not going to hold back?” Adam asked, moving slightly, less then an inch as he tested just how much Frank could take. “Please.” Frank wanted to roll his eyes, to say it was if it wasn’t amazing to feel filled by Adam. It truly sounded like a plea though. Adam pulled out to the tip before shoving himself back in mercilessly. It was so hard and rough that it almost pushed Frank off of him, off of the bed, but that arm around his chest tightened and they rolled so that Frank was pinned to the mattress with Adam on top of him. He could use his legs more, those beautiful augmented legs, and there was nothing that Frank had ever been fucked by that was stronger than them. Adam started to piston in and out of him, shoving himself in so deep every time that Frank was sure that he was in his guts, even though Adam wasn’t that big. He was just pushing all of himself. The blankets fell away and it was a blessing to have some cold on him, as he sweat beaded and ws shoved against him, soaking his skin instead of dripping off. Adam’s chest was tight against him and he could hardly breathe, couldn’t pull away from the mattress for a breath.
Old fic preview! More Jensard for 2018
archiveofourown.org/works/16227695
#deusex #dxhr #deusexhumanrevolution #adamjensen #francispritchard #mywriting #fanfiction
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His arms were heavy at his sides, his fingers stiff and lacking in the elegance that he was known for, even after the incident. His legs were heavy too and it was hard for him to get out of bed, into sweats, into long socks that would have warmed him if he had any flesh left to his feet. His head felt full of fog and was full of worse things, whenever he closed his eyes. The windows cracking, water streaming in through them. He had run, as fast as he could, faster than that, trying to get up and out. There were innocents, so many of them, trapped in insanity, trapped in the familiarity of one another. None of them could make it to the surface. He couldn’t make it to the surface. The water was ice and heavy pressure and the building sank and cracked around him. He kept his eyes open as much as he could, his shades up. He didn’t want anyone to see the darkness around them, how little he’d been sleeping. He needed the blankets for warmth but the weight of them was too much like a hundred miles of ocean water. Another body beside his helped, but it was rare that Francis slept at all, nevertheless in the same bed as him. He didn’t complain. He didn’t want Francis to know that he was close to cracking, that half of his augs wouldn’t turn on, that he hadn’t gotten his infolink fixed. He didn’t want the people at the LIMB clinic to touch him.
“Breakfast is ready,” Francis called out from the hall. He’d been in there long enough for Francis to make breakfast. That was a bad sign. Francis didn’t like to cook and he was terrible at it. He must have been waiting a while. He heard the door open. He couldn’t see through the steam. Francis turned on the fan though, venting away the cloud of warmth that he was making. “It’s pancakes. I even used a mix and they came out lumpy and half burnt.” He didn’t respond. He felt like he was only half listening. Francis deserved more than that. Francis deserved more than the icicle that had been found half dead in a lifeboat. “You still have any hot water in there?” Francis’ voice was closer. He turned up the heat again, getting a few more moments of boiling heat. It was fading though, leaving him cold once more, letting the water break down the waters and the pipes, flooding the floor around his feet, climbing up his legs. “No,” he finally said. His voice was so rough, so quiet.
time for old fic promo, from 2018's kinktober. I wrote about jensard.
archiveofourown.org/works/16207499
#deusexhumanrevolution #dxhr #deusex #adamjensen #francispritchard #jensard #mywriting #fanfiction
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