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ask-the-shiny-pokemons · 17 days

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(Previously)

Rimi heard a story about how those two were partners in acting. Despite that, she is quite confused about something.

Wow, okay... I guess I'll watch it and see if this got any worse. I will use a uninet to stream it. Oh, I think ya know Wil already, yea? From that birthday party. He is doing his job as an actor. But...I wonder how he and Edin are doing? I should call them.

Meanwhile at Pokéstar Studios in Rimi's universe...

Oh, you're right. I think we should call them. Hopefully there's no fight like with last year.

I've heard about it, but only for a bit from Rimi. She says there was a fight here and nothing else.

It's better not to mention it, because... it hurts to remember it now...

Fair.

As Wil tries to pick his Rotom Phone from his jacket pocket, he bumps into someone.

Oh, I thought she mentioned a band's name...

The question was like: "thoughts of them", so it definitely addressed to me.

Oh, go for it!

Wil is now facing towards the hybrid.

To answer this question, I do have thoughts of them...

Because her angelic singing voice. Her speaking voice is pretty, sometimes being a bit sassy.

To be honest, I've some bittersweet thoughts of her due to...personal reasons. But yea, she is cool, but very sweet towards everyone...except some men like me, haha... Also,-

You? Awesome guitar tricks?

C'mon, Wily, you can do better than that.

Sorry, but can we go and call the girls now?

Wil is a bit embarrassed at Edin. He is facing Gaea.

Oh, sorry. We have an...emergency right now... We'll see ya later, if we'll ever do...

Wil and Edin has left the Studios.

To be continued...?

[ @ask-guardian-gallade / @askappos ]

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zvaigzdelasas · 1 year

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"AI can make art without human interaction because at the end of the day, it does exactly what humans do with art - break each new piece of art down to the quantifiable basis vectors that you've implicitly constructed about 'art in general' and then faithfully reproduce a new observation of that 'art in general' by smoothly interpolating between observed instantiations of those basis vectors.

You know, like how humans do"

#the joke is that it can be argued that if you do art like an ai youre not necessarily doing art youre producing commodities #assumption being that 'art' stands in an internal tension with a society whose subjectivity is shaped by the commodity form #which i think is pretty inarguable - the argument is over how that tension can be reconciled #i think a salient difference to point out that distinguishes human from ai is the countability of the set of basis vectors #i wouldnt disagree that humans do 'break down' art in some capacity - otherwise 'style' would be entirely singular #the point is really 'how many numbers are there between 0 & 1?'#'how many subcategories are these qualia broken down into?'#i think creativity & externality depend on uncountably divisible qualia #some kind of infinity needs to sneak in somewhere to point to the outside #all this to say @ anon lol for thinking ai is like an ontological evil #but also lol @ anyone who treats the form of AI as isomorphic to the form of human activity #taylor series can absolutely objectively represent certain analytical functions - as long as the error is monotonically negative #ie so long as each subsequent member of the series 'gets closer' to a natural representation of the analytic function #mandatory disclaimer for new followers:#human use of ai for artistic purposes is art - ai cannot generate art without human interaction at some point in the sequence #ideology of the blackbox is the same as the ideology of plug-and-chug #(i know theyre the same because they transform similar inputs to similar outputs!)#& im on mobile so cant move this tag back up but i dont necessarily agree w the maximalist take of 'commodified art isnt art'#but i also think there is a qualitative difference between commodified art & non commodified art #& the ai form is actually pretty isomorphic to the value form in general imo #it cant replace all human labor but it couldnt replace any concrete human labor ...#...if that concrete form of labor hadnt become reducible to that which can be reached through gradient descent #also if u argue that the black box of 'ai breaking down art to make new art' is isomorphic to 'human breaking down art to make new art'#then an implication of that is that ai ***can make art without human interaction***#otherwise if the blackboxes are isomorphic then why have humans in the loop? whats the qualitative difference?#the proper framing is seeing ai as an augmentation of the decision cycle of humans instead of having a 'decision cycle' themselves

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pepperpatrol · 7 months

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Also forever saddened that playing as a druid I couldn't take Halsin transforming into a bear during sex and respond by going FUCK YEAH and also turning into a bear.

#Caoilhain did that in my heart #I opted out of the bear bc I'd already seen what happened and was treated to the world's longest PG13 videogame sex sequence #Halsin goes down tho so mad respect for the man #Having my boyfriend sitting next to me playing ESO gave me the same sensation as watching Watchman in theaters #And having some random 9 year old kid sitting next to me during that awkwardly long sex scene

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just-a-carrot · 1 year

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writing his part now 😌

#our wonderland #visual novel #horror vn #indie game #pixel art #ow: art #ow: orlam #took me 22k words to get to the castle finally HELP #THERE WAS APPARENTLY JUST A LOT THAT I WANTED TO WRITE AND EXPAND UPON????#also some long action sequences #and longer separate scenes based on your choices #so it just kept going lakdjfakds

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mattodore · 11 months

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vanishing without explanation for six days

#river dipping #me editing my i am in eskew pic to say actually yea i was being mentally ill <3 #i have an avoidant personality disorder likeeeeee jndgkfjh expect me to disappear semi-regularly honestly #but!!! :))) i've finally finished editing all of the photos from that smoking pose set i made for mattodore back in.....#[checks calendar] ..........march lmao #i'm actually getting the post together for it rn... there are eight photos in total here so...........#i have to stare at them for a really long time to check for mistakes #there's dialogue that goes along w/ the images too but i'm not sure if i want to include it #i probably won't..................... we'll see #but anyway hi hello... i've also avoided simblr entirely while i was gone so 🧍 i'm really behind... hope you're all well <3 #i might be busy today so i probably won't be able to play catch up for a while but we'll see...#........aszdKSDJFNGKJD ALSO... i just realized looking at my last posts that i was like okay <3 vampire theo time <3 and then logged out #SAWRRY... i could just post the vampire photos raw but maybe i'll edit them like the smoking photos...#there are six photos from it... it's a sequence of events yk...#some blood drinking takes place <3 #...want you all to know that when i make posts i type and then i open another tab then i come back then i open ps then i come back etc etc #so while i'm only just now posting this i actually just finished captioning and tagging the mattodore smoking post jdgkfnh #i just flit back and forth from one thing to another my brain is always going so fast like i HAVE to be doing multiple things Or Else #like those earlier tags are obsolete now but i'll keep them anyway

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sirijanu-redux · 3 months

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I've been having some pretty strong disability feelings lately.

I get why the push to discretize EDS was made and I honestly agree with it, especially in outlining the different genetic links as a part of the diagnostic criteria. It really had/has become a "problems disorder to stick people in when they have these general problems I guess", which medically makes it more difficult to treat than necessary. By laying out the boundaries for the thirteen types in 2017 each one becomes easier to treat (not to be confused with easy to treat!), and more consistent to describe. I agree with those choices.

I, personally, just wish I could've gone through the process just a little bit earlier. My diagnostic ~journey~ started in like 2012 when I couldn't push past my knees being stupid any longer, but I didn't get properly diagnosed and treated until I turned 18 and spent the next three years aggressively chasing specialists and advocating for myself. I got genetic testing in 2019, and don't have any of the known genetic markers. Everyone I've spoken to who knows about these things has done a double take at that, and asked if I'm *sure* I don't have classical or vascular. The geneticist herself looked at me and said if it were a couple of years earlier she'd just diagnose me with classical on the spot and send me back to cardio to test for vascular.

So whatever, I'm not in the genetic club that's being tracked at the moment, boo hoo just cope with everyone else in the HSD/hEDS bucket.

the reason I'm so frustrated is because this clearly runs in my family, my specific symptomology and presentation. aortic dissection has killed two of the last seven people to die in my blood family! that is ten times the average incidence! we don't age/have that eds baby face forever! the only reason I haven't had any of my freaky under-skin lumps analyzed is because both my mother and my grandmother have had theirs biopsied to hell and back and just get a shrug emoji! my little brother has the same joint problems I started presenting with and I can't help but hope both that his don't progress and that they do so I won't be the only moderate case we know of antemortem! I may be the only one of us living who has presented this severely but I've also been under enough stress to activate every epigenetic problem I've got! fuck!

this post brought to you by my family's selective breeding program

#heds #long post #disability rant #i am tired and i am tired of ehlers danlos syndrome specifically #and I wish I had the money and the connections to bring a vial of blood from all my living relatives and demand it sequenced and analyzed #for some validation #so I dont feel so fucking crazy for being so functional and disfunctional at once #aiyi. sometimes diversifying the gene pool for your progeny is a great plan and sometimes you invent cool new genetic disorders ig

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svtskneecaps · 7 days

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literally it's 3am where i live and i'm on mobile but FUCK IT i haven't posted any actual writing in like a YEAR on this blog whose description include the words "I WRITE" and i can't tell if i'm even going anywhere with this so fuck it under the cut is the prospective absolute mess of the first chapter of the flipo family time loop fic. (for clarity, flipo family as in slime, mariana, and juanaflippa) this covers loop 0, aka the relevant parts of canon. words: 1630

parts of it i popped off with and other parts i hate; up to you to identify them. also the italics and other formatting got erased when i copy pasted and i'm re-adding all of it by hand so if i missed a spot, no i didn't. if i missed an accent on a letter in spanish that was a typo, if i missed a ¡ or ¿ that may have been on purpose.

oh and for obvious reasons, content warning for mentions and mild descriptions of child death and child murder. no blood, and most of it is a three word mention; i'd say the brief paragraph beginning "Tilín didn't scream" is most of the reason this warning exists.

Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.

He’d been hoping for a bright, sunny day to start their vacation, but was sorely disappointed. The portal had apparently taken them pretty far, since they’d gone from noon to night time. Talk about jetlag. They hadn’t even been on a plane.

“What happened to the other guys?” he wondered aloud as he stepped onto the platform.

“Yeah no clue,” Phil said, scanning the empty station. “Thought they’d meet us here.”

“Guys!” one of the Spanish speakers--Vegetta, he’d said, when they’d all met up at the first station--called, from a lectern at the wall. “There is a book!”

They crowded around as he read the instructions aloud--something about pressure plates, Slime wasn’t paying that close of attention. He was a little more preoccupied with making sure it only felt like his brain was dripping out of his ears. That would be kind of embarrassing.

Which was not to say that he wasn’t enjoying the constant onslaught of people talking over each other using words he may or may not understand. In fact, it was the opposite; he was frankly thriving in the absolute chaos that kicked back up around him as a timer appeared in the wrist communicators they’d been provided along with their tickets.

“Como se dice ‘we are going to die now’?” He giggled, chasing Phil and Fit to one end of the station.

“¡Vamos a morir!” shouted Spiderman, echoed seconds later by the black bear in the collared shirt.

Giddy over the high of attempting to use his high school foreign language for the first time maybe ever, Slime absolutely didn’t contribute much to solving the puzzle, and before long the sound of the timer ticking down was accompanied by a loud buzzing alarm.

“It’s been an honor!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs. “It’s been an honor!”

The bear ran past them again, shouting, “I’m going to die!” in English this time.

“Adiós amigos!” Slime yelled.

The countdown ended.

And then his communicator buzzed, and there was a video playing on the screen, showing a cartoonish yellow duck in front of a blurry beach stock photo. He skimmed it absently--some generic welcoming message and another side quest for them--distracted by Maximus audibly losing his shit laughing across the station.

“Come on, I’m trying to take a vacation, I gotta work now?” Fit complained. “This is ridiculous.”

Slime wanted to jump on that bit, but the message cut off with coordinates marred by static and the noise of the emergency weather alert system and he lost his train of thought completely.

“I got the English book!” Spreen called, holding it with two fingers like it had personally offended him.

“English leader,” Vegetta said, seeming to find that amusing.

“English leader.” Spreen laughed and flicked the book away. Slime stepped back but somehow it still nailed him in the chest.

“Guess I’m reading then,” he said cheerfully.

“In Spanish?” Maximus said.

“Um.”

Vegetta called something, backing across the plaza with the book open in his hands. Phil backed up to the wall.

“Here,” Phil instructed, “we’ll read it here.”

“Okay okay.” He flicked it open. “So we have to get water wheel planks--”

Their peace lasted a grand total of thirty seconds as voices suddenly began shouting, overlapping in chaotic chorus.

“What is that?” Fit demanded.

“Is that coming from the other side?” Phil stared up at the top of the wall.

“This is the thinnest thick wall I’ve ever seen,” Slime said, giddy laughter bubbling out of him again. “Is this thing made out of pencil shavings? If I sneeze on it, is there gonna be a hole?”

“Nevermind, we’ll read it over here.” Phil dragged them away again, but the Spanish speakers were dispersing into the trees.

“Forget the book,” Fit said, “follow them!”

(In the end it was explosives that took the wall down, which in hindsight was a precursor to how a not insignificant portion of time on the island was spent. The first day, however, it was just funny, much like everything else.)

(That was to say, the first first day.)

The communicator had indicated that today there was something special planned, so he made an extra effort to wake up.

“Morning Jaiden!” he called to his upstairs neighbor.

“Hi Charlie!” He could hear her farming through the wall. “Glad you woke up on time!”

“Well you know, you know, El Backflipo couldn’t miss it,” he joked, sifting through his backpack. “Got any spare food? I’ll trade you uno backflipo.”

“I have so much toast, come here and get some, free of charge.”

With a quick backflip and some toast to start the day, he popped open the map.

“There’s a lot of people down the wall,” he noted, their green dots so clustered they formed one. “Wanna check it out?”

“Yeah sure.” Jaiden tossed some seeds into a chest. “Do you know what this event’s gonna be?”

“I have no idea,” he admitted cheerfully.

She laughed. “Yeah, me neither. I guess there’s an egg involved, but that’s all I know.”

He dug around in his backpack for a paraglider, nodding along. “Yeah, yeah, un huevo, I get you.” Shuffling the landmine from Vegetta to one side, he yanked out his glider and threw himself out her window. “Let’s go!”

(nothing like getting struck by lightning to wake a guy up in the morning)

Slime fiddled with the communicator as he waited for the line of people to get through the ticket machine; he already had his own, a nice B for Backflipo. The new live translations still boggled his mind. He had to fight the urge to chant weird shit under his breath, just to see what the bubbles would say.

He paid a little extra attention when Mariana walked up to the machine. That guy seemed cool. They’d done that pequeño dormir together on day one, and he had a good sense of humor. Egg parenting would probably be funny.

He was thrilled to see the B for Backflipo on the ticket Mariana stepped away with, even if Mariana was decidedly less so. This was gonna be good.

(it was, and it wasn’t)

So, Mariana wasn’t exactly the coparent of dreams. Then again, Slime was pretty sure Mariana could say the same about him. In fact he was pretty sure Mariana had said the same, but in Spanish, when he wasn’t checking the translation.

It was great. They thought they’d killed a child immediately and then decided to fake their own child’s death to get away with it, and then confessed their sins to a bilingual angel and built a farm and then he buried himself beneath an improvised cross and went into a coma until his sins were forgiven, or something, except his sins weren’t forgiven in time to save his own child’s life.

And then Juanaflippa was dead. Dead at Mariana’s hand.

His bitch wife killed their daughter.

(Everything went faster, after that.)

Slime wanted to kill him.

Slime wanted to kill him for killing their fucking daughter, but of course, Mariana couldn’t even be bothered to be around to take care of her alive, never mind to pay for his crimes when she died by his hand!

(in a better world, his rage started and ended there. in a better world, the anger fizzled out with the lack of a target.

this was not that world)

There couldn’t be an Egg Event with no eggs.

If he killed them all, it would bring her back.

(in a worse world, he succeeded. in a worse world, the Egg Event ended there.

this was not that world)

They held a trial.

If he won, it would bring her back.

(in another world, he didn’t convince them. in another world, they left his daughter in Hell.

this was not that world)

Tilín was still before she hit the ground.

Tilín didn’t scream. Maybe they didn’t have time. It happened so fast. He was sure it happened fast. Almost too fast. But everything went so fast, now, even though Flippa was back. Yet, time slowed down for this, like a rubberneck driving past a highway accident, watching him desperately trying to shock their heart back into motion.

“YOU KILL MY BEST FRIENDS,” Flippa wrote. He begged her to understand. She wrote, “i can’t believe it.”

She wrote, “I HATE YOU.”

(in a better world, the error would have been caught in April instead of July.

this was not that world)

His daughter fell to his bitch wife’s sword. The same way. The next day.

They’d only just gotten her back. And Mariana killed her again.

He only left eggxile for the funeral. She wouldn’t stay dead, but he had to be there.

Time went even faster after that. He was Gegg, or maybe Gegg was him, or maybe Gegg was Gegg, or maybe. . . ?

He went back to eggxile.

He wasn’t leaving without them. Tilín. Juanaflippa. He would do whatever was necessary. He would pray to any higher power. Lil J still owed him a goddamn favor, but the guy wouldn’t pick up his calls. Maybe if he put more shit in the shrine; angels liked shiny shit, didn’t they? He went back to the mine, where the gasses swirled in his head. He built the shrine. He mined. He built the shrine.

He went back to the mine.

“This is where I sit, this is where my bitch wife sits, and this is where my daughter sits, if I had one!”

He’d said that before. No he hadn’t. Yes he had.

No, he just needed to clear his head.

Charlie Slimecicle went back to the mine.

Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.

#qsmp #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp juanaflippa #won't tag his partner since he didn't get to star much in this part #this idea is at its core a flipo FAMILY fic though it starts out with slime #just. the problem is getting to that point. bc beyond these words i have like 500 more lmao #for anyone curious for directors commentary in the tags:#pequeño dormir' is on purpose; i figured that would be a mistake slime would make at day 14 on the island #i also omitted the ¿ and ¡ from slime's spanish dialogue for the same reason; it's as close to an actual accent as i can get in text #(accent as in accented speech not accented letter; speaking spanish with an american accent)#slime's quote at the end about where people sit is taken verbatim from one of his streams #at time of posting it is available on his vods channel titled 'we won the war. (qsmp)'#a lot of the day 1 dialogue and flippa's dialogue from tilín's death is also verbatim #oh and the sequence from the 'we won the war' vod carries a lot of weight in the idea (wasn't the spark but it filled some gaps)#for me the cave gases are what drives every loop; time rolls back whenever slime inhales too much gas and 'forgets'#i don't have exact mechanics about it but suffice it to say if ANYONE were to spend too much time in this random ass cave #they would also loop back in time; slime's just the one who in this timeline Happened to discover it #shut up vic #block game brainrot #yea idk i just liked some of the dialogue tbh i think this gets super messy after they get flippa and then brings it back around at the mine #it's got some messy pacing in that middle bit but the foundation of a time loop story is its loop 0 #that's what every loop after it has to call back to; that's the beauty of a time loop story #how is this different from loop 0; how is it the same #we've come so far only to get nowhere at all yknow #i'm a fan of stories rhyming but ESPECIALLY time loops so this is the setup for a lot of that #dude i gotta send this i've been sitting on parts of this draft for a year #may someone besides me read these words 🙏 thank you and goodnight #if people say nice things maybe i'll finally wring more words out of my brain. idk.#long tags

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