Fuck everything that's wrong with A.I. art but, I like what Liminal Land is doing with their A.I.-generated images (probably made from Dall-E). They're taking advantage of the creepy uncanny images the program produces to use for their little horror project. From what I've seen so far, no artworks were fucked over. It's just based on real photos so, I give it a hesitant pass.
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Apparently Schlotti is only about 50% ready but wanted to play anyway. Hopefully this doesn't become a problem
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I need to get up & stretch but i'm so into making my website
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My dumb ass almost wrote “bob burnham” instead of “bob bryar” in my mcr fanfic
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yeah... things are pretty yikes right now in the current batfam storyline,
but at least Tim is rocking those thigh-high boots and I just wanted to appreciate that for a sec
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Language divides and building bridges.
Elesa’s feeling homesick. Emmet, bless his heart, tries to help by infodumping while Ingo frantically runs off to find water (crying is a very dehydrating experience).
((Would you look at that! The kids are picking up kantonese and galarian from each other!))
BONUS:
Heh. Callback.
Want to see more? Here’s the masterpost for submas!
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Prompt 249
Danny tilts his head. The masked figure across the roof tilts their head back, a gold similar to Tucker’s eyes shimmering, though he knew it wasn’t him. He lets out a curious chirp, inaudible to the living, and the masked figure stills, as silent as a corpse for several moments before letting out two clicks.
A greeting in turn.
Danny smiles, letting green bleed into his eyes and scurrying over with a croon from his core. I’m here, I’m here, their own core clatters like metal against bone as his responds with the drone of a blackhole. I see you, I see you. I’m HereHereHere.
Yet another twitters in turn, clicking echoing across the city from shadow to shadow until it’s as though the city itself has a heartbeat. Click-click. Click-click. Click-click. I’m here, I’m here, not alone, I’m Here.
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