Flippit: No Code Avatar Creation Tool | Interactive AI Avatars
The first AI avatar by Flippit offers a no-code avatar creation tool that enables users to create interactive AI avatars without the need for tedious scripting. Variety of traits and quirks to choose from to unleash creativity and imagination. Create avatars authentic to the environment to interact realistically with others, displaying emotive expressions and movements. Customize avatars for various tasks, from running shops to providing directions. Personalized engagement for brands and monetization opportunities for creators.
0 notes
Even if I don't like #beetles, I don't like to see them suffer. #Flippit, #overcome, #paintfumes? #beetles (at Anne's Embroidery) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnCCm7JBQkl/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=kyqzqgel6myt
10 notes
·
View notes
Flash #1901
“This is my style,” Flippit said. They didn’t mean a whole lot by it. It wasn’t a statement of intent, it wasn’t a challenge. It just was. They were, this was their style, that was that.
“Hah!” Said Another. “That’s your style? That’s not in! That’s not hip! That’s not fashionable! Come on, chaps! Let’s get moving! No-one’s wearing sleeves this season! It’s all about clogs! On! On!”
And on went Another and all the rest, clip-clopping away in their clogs, without their sleeves, leaving behind all those who did not fit the mould.
Time passed. On and around went Another and the all the rest. They shed the clogs (last season, darling!) and took the sleeves back on, adopting as well flowers in the hair. Flowers in the hair gave way to purple-painted knees, then dungarees, then monocles and so on and so on, one then another, over and over.
Eventually, perhaps a year or two later, they’d come full-circle, arriving back at Flippit, who hadn’t so much as budged an inch, hadn’t changed a thing.
“This is my style,” Flippit said, exactly the same as before.
Another gasped.
“Darling! I love it! It’s wonderful! It’s marvellous! It’s objectively good! Let’s all adopt this, everyone! Let’s all have this as our style! It’s just so good!”
The style had not changed. It had not got better, it had not got worse. But Another liked it now, and so so did everyone else, and everyone else and Another took it on.
For a bit.
Then they moved on.
Around and around and around.
“This is my style,” Flippit said, happy in themselves, staying where they were.
2 notes
·
View notes
I am going to attempt a Pre-Mimi FlipPit
The name of the game is to start a new SPM save, then go straight to the Flipside Pit the second Boomer is acquired.
Preparation is allowed but I will try to see how far I can go with minimum items.
30 notes
·
View notes
Marsh’s expression darkened. “How can you be so flippitant about something like this?”
“Because, Marsh,” Kelsier said, “humor is the only thing I’ve got left. Humor and determination.”
BROOOOOOD (tm)
17 notes
·
View notes
Gamzee Makara (Homestuck) | Requested by Anonymous
Includes: Soft textures, chew stim toys, fidget toys, and purple
Capricorn Cosplay Horns
Circle/Donut Chew Stim Toy Necklace (Multi-Color)
“FLIPPIT” Fidget Stim Toy
Gamzee Capricorn Logo T-Shirt
Purple Plaid Flannel Infinity Scarf
Capricorn Symbol Sterling Silver Initial Necklace
14 notes
·
View notes
Self care for Weavile from Pokemon
Pokedex Journal: $11.50 If you put your thoughts and feelings in the Pokedex, then you are recorded in the Pokedex. I don’t know, it made sense to me.
Flippit Fidget: $8.00 It comes in a huge variety of colors!
Metallic Slime: $5.50 It smells like coffee and it’s a sort of brownish gunmetal color!
Fidget Bracelet: $4.50 It comes in a lot of different colors! It’s a crocheted interlocking bracelet thing? I don’t know, it’s really cool.
Pencil Toppers: $4.00 for six pencil toppers. These are so professional looking! They also look lovely to fidget with.
Pokemon Pencils: $7.00 They’re black and have cute sayings on them like “Pokemon Master” and “Keep Calm and Play Pokemon.”
Cherry Slime: $4.05 Three ounces of very red slime.
Thin Spinner: $7.00 It just reminds me of a Weavile!
Matte Fidget: $8.00 It’s matte metal and it’s really pretty!
7 notes
·
View notes
OCTOBER 2017
Talia Roberts
...
Jesse Lewis
...
Katie Super
...
Honeymilk
by Laura Garland
I wanted
To talk to you
But
You
Wouldn't
Pick up the phone.
I wanted
To write you a love letter
But
You
Only
Checked your e-mail.
I wanted
To mention you
But
You
Were
On a social media cleanse.
I wanted
To scribble a note to you and slide it onto your desk in the middle of Algebra class
But
You
Only
Read things printed in Helvetica Neue.
I wanted
To show you the world
But
You
Only
Shop local, y'know?
I wanted
To rip out my heart and serve it to you on a bed of rice
But
You
Were
Trying this new vegan thing.
Do you want to know what I'm trying to say?
I wanted
To tell you
How I want to push boundaries
How I want to teeter at the edge
How I want to trip over the precipice of my art
Into something new
But
You
Only
Like Rupi Kaur poems
...
“Scratches” by Clara Ortega
...
Caroline Klein
...
UNREAL CITY or: a brush with the insomniatic sublime
By Tommy Fitzgerald
48 hours
the alarm clock across the room flashes:
sic semper somnum
courtesy of the figures, cloaked in dirt, who walk in my periphery and steal my loose change
brought to you, as with most things
by our sponsor: serotonin
to my left (right?) the window pane is
stained glass and a holy infant writhes in his trough
GRINNING and
caked in shit
one of them died on my windowsill
(as beings do)
entombed in granite and laughing as she went
i saved her for the crueller months, suspended in a jar of spinal fluid with a
bouquet of melatonin bullets
II. messages
YOUR CALL HAS BEEN FORWARDED-
Profanity
breathe in (air)
a few more thumb movements and
exhale (sulfur)
YOUR CALL HAS-
“dammit.”
III. the troubadour
he was a somnambulist.
a writer of fictions and half-truths
who found comfort in any words that weren’t his own
his processional wear was stuffed with stillborn notebooks,
the prose of his youth was a small bouquet of hyacinths,
left to wilt on language’s doorstep.
eventually verbiage rotted his tongue
his songs turned to polyps in his throat
pink matter turning to black
HE BEGAN TO SING:
IV. the horror
UNREAL CITY, reveal to me my earthen companions
replace my stolen possessions with blessings of
more than six hours at a time
whisper your eldritch brilliance
until my brain hums HALLELUJAH
recompense for the blurry hours with dreams of
shantih, shantih, shantih, shantih
...
“Demon Skulls” and “French Kiss” by Rat King
...
January 21, 2017
by Maddie Baxter
To the sandstone, I march
burnt toasted patterned
walking my fingers along
the trace.
Sandstone ripples
flesh slice of cake
slipped icing sticks dif-
erences smoothly.
I march because
I must.
Away traffic cones
condense clustered
flippitant, neon,
artificial, stagnant,
overwhelming.
Keep me up the cone stream
-less a pin ball
chime - and - bell
pull a lever, left leg
, right leg
ring finger, belly button
couplets tattooed on
underarms.
Deodorize your most
romantic thoughts.
Strike a pose for
the infantry line.
Line up with the sandstone
and wait for someone to
pick brown from grey.
...
Leeden Rukstalis
...
“The most terrifying fact about the universe
is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent.” – Stanley Kubrick
looking down
by Russell Lawrence
i'm sitting
on the steps
looking down.
there and then slugs left
scum behind their tails
inching forward.
so slowly
they crawled
and i watched them
pretending to be
their god,
a good god.
but all around me
are more, little gods.
maybe they moved
without caution in their steps
maybe it was too dark
for them to see
maybe they didn’t care
about the slugs at their feet.
all that’s certain
is i’m sitting now
on the steps
looking down.
the slugs are inching
forward
to empty carcasses,
but not to mourn.
to feast.
...
CLICK HERE to listen to “I Loved You” by Gio
“People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did.
People will never forget how you made them feel.”
...
8 notes
·
View notes