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tombancroft1 · 2 years

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Ok, let’s get into it: NFT’s! The BBros discuss the controversy that is the NFT Marketplace. To guide us, we speak with @galyosef an artist who’s life was dramatically changed 2 years ago because of his transition from internet famous #digitalartist to NFT artist! Yosef breaks down the most important elements to success in NFTs and the Bros discuss their thoughts also. Let’s talk about a vision of art and the future! To find out more about our NFT charity project with Ultiverse: https://twitter.com/0xElectricsheep #nftart #galyosef #animation #podcast #eagleclub #electricsheep #ultaverse https://www.instagram.com/p/CdgZTebuWuE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#digitalartist #nftart #galyosef #animation #podcast #eagleclub #electricsheep #ultaverse

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m8w · 1 year

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Fractals 1 (electricsheep)

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#electricsheep #fractals #images of art #video captures

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abtheb · 9 months

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Really fun to find this again after so many years. It's charming to be reminded of how we played with jpgs like dolls back in the day.

A few of my favorites:

ElectricSheep with a 2010 loss edit

BillyandCloneasaur with a dad joke:

Everdraed, who would later go on to do the art for Flowey in Undertale i believe.

#art #internet history #somethingawful #photoshop phriday

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ryjelsum · 7 months

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im learning how to make some cool fractals (flam3/electricsheep and shit based on it)

it looks like image compression has kinda murdered this one though because its 1920x1200 with many colors

#flam3

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kotaane · 1 year

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Hunky Dory. Does Siri dream of electric sheeps?

Siriは電気羊の夢を見るのだろうか？

#tokyo #roppongi #tokyodining #actress #stratocaster #fender #fenderjapan #movie #film #cinema #philipdick #electricsheep #stanleykubrick #ridleyscott #bladerunner #villenueve

#hardtockcafe #ワクセル

#actress #musician #cinema #film #stratocaster #コウタ姐 #modeling #songwriter #kota

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photon-nmo · 1 year

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Day 090 of #365 🤖 March of Robots: Day 31: “Dream” sketchbook #minisketchbook #dailysketch #draweveryday #ded2023 #hobonichi #hobonichitecho #hobonichilife #hobonichiart #hobonichiaddict ##ほぼ日 #TheArchangelo #archangelocrelencia #photonnmo #photon_nmo #illustration #calligraphy #calligraphymarker #kuretakecalligraphypen #marchofrobots #marchofrobots2023 #drawingchallenge #kuretakezig #robot #robots #electricsheep #doandroidsdreamofelectricsheep #dream https://www.instagram.com/p/CqdHTgMr3NE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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80s4life · 2 years

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The Little Things

Word Count: 2,516

Status: Not Requested!

A/N: You know when it's Mickey Rourke, you'll find something for every character here. XD

Fandom: The Wrestler 2008

Relationship: Robin Ramzinski/ Randy "The Ram" Robinson x Reader

Summary: When life takes a new turn and Randy is thrown into retirement, he slowly loses himself in the boredom of everyday life and the more easy way of getting by. With no one to turn to, no people to talk to, he feels it might be time to just move on, then you came around.

Warnings: mentions of possible suicide, abusive relationship/ domestic abuse, strong language, drug mentions and usage (testosterone/steroids/cigarettes), kinda angsty, fluff, bad

Masterlist Miscellaneous Masterlist (In use unless this fandom has enough to branch into its own masterlist)

{gif is not mine, credits go to -> @do-androidsdreamof-electricsheep}

Slamming the door behind you, it's hard to miss the familiar boom of his voice screaming at you, testing you, begging for you to say one word.

You were lucky you got out of there in the first place, given the gun he'd had loaded on the coffee table, his imposing form constantly looming over you, and his patronizing yelling and degrading keeping you stuck in the stuffy trailer.

"I fucking hate you!" you spit, spinning on your heel as he neared the door, giving you a detailed description on how you needed him to survive. "I'd rather be dead on the street than ever end up here again!"

"Yeah? Don't come back, you filthy whore! All you were was a good lay and a house maid anyway."

Your blood boils as you stare daggers into his eyes, hand on the gate as you give him one last look. "I may have been nothing to you, but at least I won't be your scratching post the next time your crashed on the side of the road. At least I don't have to deal with your drunken beatings and your no good 2 inches," you smirk, turning around to open the gate and walk out. Just as you start your way down the road, you make sure to add, "Dick."

You resist the urge to turn around even after you hear him add, "Yeah, that's what you say every time." You can almost hear the sinister smirk on his lips.

It wasn't until you were completely hidden in the cool winter shadows of the night that you finally break down, moseying down the numerous houses to nowhere. You didn't know where you were going, you didn't know what you were doing, and you certainly - painfully so - don't know what you really are going to do without your ex's amenities.

You knew it wouldn't be long before your turning yourself around anyway, open arms with a grand apology and empty promises to never end up in the same argument - the same argument you find yourself in at least a good 40 times for 6 years. You knew you'd turn around, it was just a matter of when and whatever excuse you'd conjure up in your head.

Your head pounds as your tears start to dry, reddened irises and puffy eyelids leaving behind the story you've told too many times. Shivering, you wrap an arm around yourself, the other coming to attempt to massage your temple. "Damn him," you sigh, nearing the end of the road and taking yet another right, absently going around in a deep circle back to him.

The smell of cigarette smoke catches your nose as you go down the main road of the trailer park, and you smirk. It was a small one, but it never seizes to meet your lips at the thought of him, the "Legendary Wrestler" as old as Time itself.

Trying to shrink into the shadows once more, your muscles tense up at the sudden call of your name. "Y/N?" he calls, more of a question in the darkness of the night, unable to see you clearly enough to be certain.

You sigh, shoulders slumping as you peak out, slowly walking to his edge of the road, plastering on a sweet smile as you near him. "Yeah?"

"What are you doing out here? It's cold and it's late, you wanna get sick?"

"I couldn't sleep, you know how noisy the Richardsons can get when they go at it."

"Yeah, they fuck like rabbits, but you ain't the type to walk at night. Try again if you want."

You sigh deeply again, pretending the chill of the air is what makes you wind your arms around tighter. "I figured since no one was out here, there's no problem, right? No weirdos, no pervs, no criminals looking for another victim."

Randy observes your form, closed off and boarded in on itself, then mutters something to himself that you couldn't quite hear correctly. "Come on, you can crash at mine if you'd like. There's not a lot of room, but I'm sure you'll squeeze in nicely. Either way, it's warm, so."

Despite your aching heart and running thoughts, you find yourself giggling full-heartedly, smiling as you nod at him. "That sounds nice." You'd been caught, you know that, but you know Randy won't push - not unless he has to.

Shuffling inside, you instantly go for the heater against the wall, placing your hands before it in attempt to heat your fingers and hands. Randy closes the door behind you, making sure to check the locks before making his way into the small kitchen.

Feeling the tension in the air start to build, you turn away from the heater, silently looking to Randy before settling in on the couch. He places a pot on the coffee maker, exhaling as he chooses his next words carefully. "So, you gonna tell me why you were really out there or no?"

"You gonna tell me why you're up so late? You do have work, don't you?"

"I asked you first," he groans audibly, rolling his eyes at your childish avoidance of the painfully obvious. "You're black eye's blooming, too, in case you hadn't noticed," a hint of a smile perches on his lips.

Panic flashes through you and you dive for the bathroom, then with an unamused look, you scold him; the mirror having shown a face with no abnormalities. "That's not nice."

"It's not nice to lie either."

"It was Keith," you mumble loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to almost be a whisper, a secret only the two of you can hear in a crowded room.

"Figures," he spits, anger rising within his being. He's trying to be composed, collected for you, but he knows its a very thin line.

You frown at him, "And, why are you up so late?"

"I have a bad heart, can't work."

"Figures," you repeat venomously.

"I ain't trying to judge you, Kid, I'm not even competin.' Calm down."

You look at him for a brief moment, tears glossing your eyes, bowing it soon after. You hide your face from him, trying to calm the rising tears that threaten to fall and drown you both. You can't do that - you don't want to do that.

"Hey, hey," he whispers, kneeling down in front of your knees. A hand comes up to cup your cheek, the other resting on the bottom of your thigh where your kneecap meets. He tries to shush you, but as soon as his calming eyes claim yours, your body completely shuts down.

"I thought it was the last time," you cry out, clutching his shoulders as he brings you down to the floor with him, rocking you lightly as he cradles you to his body. "He said he'd stop - that he'd get better," you heave.

"He's too far gone," Randy mutters, eyes getting lost on the wall behind you. He knows that feeling, knows what it's like to be "too far gone" - beyond repair. That's him.

"I-" you choke between coughs and wheezes, "-I know, but I - don't want to leave him." You sound like a child, crying so hard until your lungs threaten to give out, but that's what you get when you have history, have a relationship worth half a lifetime in your heart.

"You can do better, Sweetheart. He never deserved you and you know that," he whispers again, soft and smooth, hand brushing your head as you lodge it between the crook of his neck.

Your hand reaches underneath his armpit, fingers tangling in the loose ends of his bleached blonde strands, turning your head to rest your cheek on his shoulder. You allow yourself the ability to calm the racing of your thoughts and heartbeat, settling your hands and thighs around his waist whilst Randy continues to rock you.

His hand draws figures sprawled across your back, the warmth bringing comfort to you and him the same. Before you know it, your body stops shaking, allowing the physical and mental pain to finally be welcomed.

It hurts, everything does. Not only had he beaten you with his cruel words, but he used your body as a punching bag. He treated you as nothing, having been so caught up in anger you hadn't caused, but he wasn't always like this. Keith was once sweet and caring, but with the drugs, loss of jobs left and right, and endless amounts of booze, you quickly were added to the trash with all of the empty remnants.

"Thanks Randy," your voice sounds distant, but still obtains the genuine softness and appreciation.

"I didn't do much, Sweetheart."

"You did," you mutter, squeezing him tighter in a form of a hug.

Randy hasn't felt this much physical touch in a long time. Sure, he had one night stands and strippers, but this felt different - warm, comfortable, caring. He didn't deserve it.

He pats your head again, signaling for you to get up, practically shoving you of of him. Stumbling, you sit back on the couch, a very apparent frown on both of your faces. Standing up straight, he lets out a sigh, scratching his head with his eyes to the floor. He looks like he wants to say something, and you almost beg him to do so, but he just turns around and back to the coffee pot, pouring two cups.

"Daylight's gonna start peeking through in about an hour, you should get some sleep," he mutters pitifully, handing you the red solo cup nonetheless.

Curling up on the couch, you take it gratefully, "Wasn't planning on sleeping much anyway."

Again it seems he wants to speak, nodding to you before smiling uncomfortably. "Well, I'm going to sleep."

"Goodnight," you call out weakly, Randy stopping between the curtains, then continuing on as if he heard nothing at all.

Once you'd given him some time, the tears slide down your face again, dropping quietly on your exposed thighs and pajama shorts. Your eyelids are heavy, bones ache, and you know you want to sleep; you're just too afraid to, too scared to even rationalize all the crazy ways Keith could break in and steal you back to your shit hole you call a home.

Without thinking, you allow yourself to place the cup on the table, feet carrying you to the curtains that keep you locked away like a brick wall. Sighing deeply, you push them open.

Curled on his side, Randy lays prone, wrinkles gone as he's immersed himself into sleep. He looks so peaceful, so young and innocent while he lays so vulnerably. No one ever sees him like that.

"Randy?" you call out quietly, awaiting a response.

When one doesn't come, you try one more time, "Randy?"

Dubbing it safe to move forward when no answer returns, you shuffle towards the other side of his bed. Lightly, you lift the thin sheets for blankets, curling with your back towards him, tucking yourself in to hide away from the cold.

Settling, your breathe hard, waiting for any notion or order to get out, but nothing comes. Closing your eyes, you force your beating heart to calm itself, forcing all the racing thoughts to disappear and permit you one sweet reprieve from reality.

Then the bed rustles, causing your form to harden once more, eyes popping open wide.

Flipping over, his small snores and tiny mumbles get caught in his throat. Somehow, as you tried to calm yourself, you hadn't realized the only noise in the room was just the fan; he was awake for quite some time.

Slowly, he turns to face you, an arm carefully wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer.

Your senses heighten, noticing as your body seemed to mold around his, warmth emanating from him and bringing a sense of comfort you hadn't realized you've been missing.

His other arm comes to wrap around your head underneath your pillow, tucking your head underneath his chin as he cuddles you into him. "No one's gonna hurt you anymore, I promise."

Your body starts to shake at the mention, nodding vigorously in place of the words still stuck in your throat. "I- I know," you almost choke.

"I ain't a good man, Y/N, but I can at least hold up one promise-"

"You are a good man, Randy," you cut him off, tossing over to face him. "Everyone has faults."

"You're too good, Y/N. Too naive and caring."

Looking up and into his eyes, you can see the emotions swirling within them: hurt, longing, care, anger, self-resentment, hate, love - he's lost.

You feel something click within you, finding you are just like him in a way. However, even through all of his demons, Randy's remained strong - or at least he seemed to in the public eye.

You feel you want to say something, anything, just to be closer to this wall of a man, but you don't know how. Don't know what.

"I ain't gonna beg you, Y/N, I know I'm a lonely man, and I damn well deserve to be."

Out of impulse, your lips crash on his, brief and faint. Though it was just a peck, it felt bittersweet on Randy's lips; as if it was a heat of passion. At least he assumed it was.

Pulling back, his eyebrows scrunch in confusion. However, he can feel the walls crumble, his head bowing to rest on your collarbone.

You smirk warmly, hands finding his long strands of hair again, running your fingers through the mess of blonde tresses.

"Don't leave me," it almost comes out inaudible, but you managed to catch it through it's mumbled mess.

Hands on either side of his face, you pull him up to meet your eyes again, "I'm not going anywhere. I promise," you smile, a glittering, genuine smile that makes his heart stop.

"I can't promise you much-"

"You already have, Randy. I just need you...My Rock."

"Damn," he smiles, "I really don't deserve you."

"Everyone deserves love, Randy, even the broken ones."

Placing his lips on yours again, you finally feel like you can breathe. There were no boundaries to worry about crossing, no worries as to where or who you are. He's been here the whole time and you completely overlooked him out of respect of the tatters of a relationship you once had.

You will no longer be a pawn, a nice piece to toy around with and be used. No, you were an equal, Randy's other half. You both had your faults, but that's what made you even stronger together; fixing each other and making each other whole once again.

That's what true love is.

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theofficersacademy · 2 years

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TEAM ELECTRIC SHEEP

Forsyth Lorenz Hinoka Brigid Soren Shez (F) Pelleas Byleth (F) Severa Farina Marth

RISE [August 4th - August 11th]

Tag: #UnscriptedElectricSheep2022

A week passes by—whether time flows differently in the book world from the real world is still anyone’s guess.

Pressured by increased military presence in the area, the looters eventually abandon the practice. The doctor uses the opportunity to reinforce the building’s defenses and take stock of what’s left. Torn between wanting to serve the remaining residents here and fleeing to a safer city, Sasha has suffered greatly from the stresses of societal collapse and is desperate for some kind of order to return. Brigid, Severa, Hinoka, and Sylvain seem to be playing the role of coworkers and volunteers, keeping the practice running whenever someone is in need of medical attention. Sasha is passionate about her work, and yet she can’t shake the feeling that she isn’t supposed to be here. That her role is elsewhere...

Day-in and day-out, Farina, Forsyth, Shez, and Pelleas train in the fundamentals of mech combat under General Raoul. There’s plenty to learn and not a lot of time to learn it: the infected combat units have appeared on the outskirts of the city, posing a serious threat to the remaining residents here. The military will have to make a move soon... perhaps that is why Raoul looks so troubled, staring at images the scouts have taken, searching for something, someone...

Soren, Marth, Byleth, and Lorenz continue to be relied on for archiving the Asimov AIs (whether or not they’re any good at it... remains to be seen). However, during your time here, you overhear whispers of a breakdown in negotiations between the Asimov Museum and the military, something about Generation 3 Schwartz “mechs” and the importance of protecting history...

When the last person leaves the archives for the night, the AIWOU unit pulls itself out of its charging port, roaming the office...

What you know:

A week has passed, giving everyone here a bit of time to adjust to the new world and new rules. The small interactions that happen during this week, but they are framed around

Sasha continues to offer medical assistance to the remaining residents of the city, often bringing along Hinoka, Brigid, Severa, and Sylvain. The “dumb meds” she was constantly talking about earlier are used here, but frequently Sasha mutters about not having her “nanomachines”.... whatever that is.

General Raoul trains Farina, Shez, Forsyth, and Pelleas in the art of mech combat. It’s expected to be a 6-month program, and unless you want to be shot for treason you’re not allowed to leave. The rogue mechs roaming around the outskirts of the city were military combat mechs infected by the virus. Apparently Raoul was there when it happened...

Pia continues to rely on Soren, Marth, Byleth, and Lorenz for their help. This group never sees the AIWOU move on its own accord, and Pia is always the first one to arrive at the office.

The city stirs in preparation for a confrontation. Sasha’s group notices increased military presence. The General’s group finds the base buzzing with activity—he tells you to expect deployment sooner than they wish. At the Museum, you’re scheduled to run through an emergency drill meant to prepare you for “an active shooting event”.

Things to do:

The situation seems to be worsening out of your control... you’d best prepare for what awaits you. Don’t get yourself hurt!

There will be a post on @toa-electricsheep this evening detailing the plot development this week and what you’ll need to know. This post will also be linked to the group channel. During this transitional period, feel free to tie up any loose ends and discuss these events with your allies! The askbox is also open for this blog, so feel free to bother the NPCs or fish for information by sending in asks.

Talk to Mod Bren for additional information.

#TOAUnscripted2022 #UnscriptedElectricSheep2022

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yeets-ix · 5 months

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duo the evil wingman

#giragira.txt #sth #mimic the octopus #whispangle #surgolin #electricsheep

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comradeprozac · 1 year

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All this talk about AI this and AI that reminded me of ElectricSheep so I'm gonna go an install it right now

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ems-codes-cheat-sheet-gq · 1 year

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