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[txttletale]

idk if i can get the tone right but i promise this is genuine like. What DO you get out of something like that infinite art machine, what do you see in it?

i mean, like... obviously, i think a lot of the images themselves are striking and powerful. there is a solemn surreality to them, like half-remembred memories, like the covers of books you read in a dream. but my favorite part has to be the captioning/titling -- the fact that a second machine captions the images after the first has generated them leads to so many strange and dissonant titles, bizarre readings of the images that leave out obvious elements or describe elements that don't exist. i think in the gap between the image you see and the computer's description of it is a space full of ambiguity and tension that forces you to think about how you interact with titles and captions, something that is usually invisiblized in the presentation of art

like... just take this one, from yesterday. "a person stands on the edge of a building while a bird flies around him" -- this colours how you look at the image. seeing the strange headless figure as a 'person' is no great stretch but where is the 'bird'? is it the odd patch of light floating above the figure? what does 'the edge of a building' even mean here, with this nonsensical stalactic construction piling the ghosts of architectural features that, because they spring forth from computer noise, hold no internal or structural logic?

the result is like... the entire blog is like walking around a gallery in a dream, seeing strange and otherworldy images captioned with logics that are just out of reach. this is i think one of the most powerful affective states that generative art can achievel ike almost no other medium, the feeling of an underlying logic that is always just out of reach... ever since the real old 'name one thing in this photo' early gan images, this has been the signature of good and interesting generative art to me and infinite art machine as a project really hits that mark in a way i adore

[daily-grian]

Grian holding a little gri , but at the same time he's being held :0

And the little gri is holding a toy mouse :D

Wait... who's holding big Grian...?

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[chemicallygoth]

im gonna need some BLU heavymedic <3

(pretty please)

Heavy is a bit shy.

[starteas]

Here's an interesting one for you𖤐𖤐

What do you think the anatomy of Wpnz would look like?Just metal or would he have some sort of system?Organs or no?

-S𖤐

Lucky for you, I’ve got a reference sheet I just finished! (with the body concept done by @crypticscarecrow and me!)

WPNZ is entirely made out of metal, with some small parts and artificial muscle that allow for flexibility (mostly in his chest, arms and legs). I like to think his internals are mostly made up of wires, screws and other bits and bobs that allow him to function— including the technology that gives him warnings whenever he’s about to overheat, when he spots an enemy, his infrared sensors; etc etc!

He doesn’t have organs, but he does have an internal cooling system as that acts as his “blood flow” so to speak. The vent on his back, aids with that— helping push out extra air that could otherwise mess up his sensors if he gets too hot. It’s why despite him being a walking weapon, he has the ability to blush!

[planet-dusk]

mingi taking you on a fancy lil date, being oh so sweet and lovey. but the second you get home he has you wet and dripping, and not long after youre screaming from the earth shattering orgasm he gives you <3

cw. js mingi eating pussy like a champ, pet names: baby, good girl. minors dni.

the front door barely clicked shut before mingi has you pressed against it, his broad frame caging you in, his mouth on yours as if he's been starving all evening.

the date had been perfect: soft smiles and tender glances, his big hand enveloping yours on the ride home. the way his face lit up whenever he spoke about his friends or his music made your chest ache. of course he'd acted all tough when you'd pointed it out; you couldn't help but tease him for it, adoring his flushed face and boyish grin. no one has a bigger heart than mingi.

but the second you're home that sweetness changes into something hungrier, something urgent. his lips trail from your mouth to your jaw, then down your throat, teeth nipping at your pulse. his hands are already tugging at your coat, fumbling with the buttons until it drops to the floor. you gasp as his thick thigh wedges between your legs, his hold on your hips grinding you down against the tensed muscle. the friction sends sparks of pleasure up your spine.

"mhm, baby," he murmers into your skin, "already shaking for me?"

you can't help the needy little whimper that slips out. your hips start to move on their own accord, chasing the pressure.

"good girl." his smirk is boastful, pleased with how easily you fall apart for him.

then he flips you around, your back pressed against the wall as he drops to his knees. his hands trail over your body, unbuttoning your pants and dragging them down for you to step out of. he wastes no time, eager to taste you, only stopping when he sees your damp panties clinging to your pussy.

"fuck," he groans, nuzzling his face into the wet spot. "you smell so fucking good."

your hands fly to his hair, tugging at the dark strands. "ah, mingi, please…" you stammer, cheeks heating from the unabashed way he's breathing you in, savoring you, dragging his tongue over your panties.

he doesn't bother taking them off, fucking the fabric into you with his tongue. the rough drag of the cotton against your clit nestles and coils low in your belly. only when you moan louder and tug at his hair again he hoists your legs over his broad shoulders and pulls your panties to the side, delving in.

mingi holds you in his firm grasp. his tongue is hot and unrelenting, lapping at your hole until your thighs are shaking. every swirl of his tongue makes you wetter, dripping down his chin, and when he sucks on your clit with a sharp, needy sound your whole body jolts.

you're babbling his name now, gasping, your hips rolling against his face. but still mingi doesn't let up, doesn't stop — holding your thigs open and burying his face impossibly deeper, as if he's worried he won't get enough.

another harsh suck sends you over the edge, your back arching against the wall. he works you through it, drawing out every wave and tremble, feeling you throb on his tongue as you scream his name.

when he finally pulls back his face is covered in your arousal and adorned with such a proud grin it makes you melt all over again.

"you taste so sweet, baby," he says, crawling back up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. the thick, straining bulge in his pants presses firm against your throbbing cunt.

a promise.

"and i'm nowhere near done with you yet."

[bigidiotenergytm]

Ody... I like children... and dlifs with scars older than me... if you want a mama to help with your little hellions... I can help... plus, I have no interest in breeding you, I promise.😇 (Getting bred by you, however... 😈)

💜🍄

[rainofdauwuand0w0]

Lol

can you please not reblog stuff with midoriya in it? it makes me uncomfortable with you being bakugo

did. did you just assign me bakugou kin 

[txttletale]

"Erm if you think art is about humans communicating their internal world with other humans you are SO narrow-minded".

Fuck off.

yea you are tho lol

[daily-grian]

You have Grian falling from the sky, coming from the left and right. What about him digging up to the surface?:)

Any and all holes that are of square nature or falling ladder towers are tooootally not related to him. Don't even worry about it.

[docrobinavitch]

hi angel!! hope you’re okay i have a request for our beloved dr sad brown eyes if that’s you’re taking them <33 just had the idea of reader buying herself something as a treat yourself kinda thing and suddenly getting self-esteem issues (growing up i’d be facing the brunt of everyone picking at every minute detail of what i was wearing and my body etc) and robby noticed and reassures her that there’s nothing wrong with her. i hope this doesn’t make u uncomfy, if so you can totally ignore this!!

hi buddy, i wrote something quick for you, i know this has been sitting in my inbox for a while so i'm sorry about that. i hope you like it <3

You had been eyeing the dress for weeks. Put it in the cart, took it out of the cart, put it in the cart, open new tab, browse elsewhere, forget about the cart, close it out, back to the dress, put it back in the cart, stare at the cart, hover your cursor over check out. But you couldn't get yourself to pull the trigger.

Robby had asked you to come as his date to the charity gala a few days ago. It'd be the first time he'd brought you out in public and you were nervous about meeting his PTMC circle. Would they think you weren't good enough for him? Robby had assured you that would be ridiculous. That if anything, it was the other way around, you were the one out of his league. You had rolled your eyes at that.

But regardless, you needed a dress, and the one that had haunted your thoughts for weeks seemed as good a choice as any. So you finally made it to the check out page, entered your credit card information, sighed in relief once the order confirmation email came in.

However, now the dress was here. Which meant you had to try it on. You stood in just a t-shirt, arms hugged around your ribs as you stared at the dress, laid out on the bed.

It's just a dress. It's just fabric. You thought to yourself, and then lifted your t-shirt up and over your head.

As soon as it was on and you were standing in front of the full length mirror, you felt like crawling out of your skin. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, felt the impending tears burn at the backs of your eyes. What were you going to wear to the gala now?

There was a low whistle behind you and you turned to see Robby leaned against the doorway, "This that dress you told me you bought for the gala?"

You turned back to the mirror, eyes trailing down your body, making a mental checklist of everything that looked wrong in your head and started pulling at the zipper at the back unsuccessfully. You felt like an idiot standing in front of him with it on.

"Could you help me get it off?" You asked, voice shaking, "Need to return it."

"Why? It looks great on you."

You huffed and dropped your hands from the zipper, "You don't have to lie to me, Robby."

He paused for a moment and then came up behind you. You thought he was about to help you with the zipper, but instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist and looked at you in the mirror, "You look gorgeous in everything, honey. I wouldn't lie about that."

You blinked away tears and looked down so you wouldn't have to keep looking at your reflection, "It looks all wrong, it makes me look…" You trailed off and shook your head, sighing, "I can't—I can't go to the gala like this. Maybe I shouldn't go at all—"

You tried to push his hands from your waist so you could get away from the mirror, but he held firm and then spun you so you were facing him, "What's really going on, hm?"

"I told you, I—I hate the way the dress looks, I look awful—" You pressed the heels of your hands into your eyes, "Every dress looks horrendous on me and I thought—I really liked this one, I thought it would look at least okay, but it—"

"Hey," He said softly and gently pulled your hands from your eyes, "Whose voice is that in your head right now? Saying it doesn't look right? It's not yours, is it?"

You felt your lower lip wobble for a moment, "No, it's not." You didn't need to specify whose voice it was. You had had many discussions with Robby at this point about how you had developed a habit of negative self talk, derived from years of constant criticism and nitpicking from your mother.

He bent his forehead to yours, "I promise, you look stunning. I wouldn't lie. There's absolutely nothing I would change about you, inside or out. That voice in your head is lying to you. Okay?"

You took a deep shuddering breath and nodded, "You're sure it looks okay?"

He grinned, "More than okay. I'm gonna have a hard time keeping my hands to myself all night."

Finally, you smirked just a bit, "Well, you won't get any complaints from me about wandering hands."

Robby chuckled and captured your mouth with his own.

[juniper-petunia]

Hiiii I’m a cis girl in a friend group with four other cis girls and six trans girls, one of whom is my wife. The cis girls regularly split the tgirls up between ourselves and do all the girly sleepover stuff we’re worried they missed out on. We don’t really call ourselves chasers and most of it is just girls being girls but almost all of us have hooked up at least once. Confession, I guess, so you know there’s some women living out something similar to what you post about :D 💕

i’m not gonna lie to you i’m so extremely angry and jealous that this isn’t me i’m going to go scream into my pillow for the next 3 hours >:c

im not mad at you anon…. but god i wish that were me

[flightyalrighty]

I honestly can’t remember if you’ve confirmed a dead Rouge like you have with dead Tails. So I am in a Schrödinger’s box of hope that my girl’s dropping in to say hi.

yeah you ain't the only one, lots o folks are suddenly like

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