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Pink Soft Pixels | cre: to the owners

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why the fuck is it called the xbox 360 what does 360 mean???????????????????

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Top icons posted to @oldinterneticons in September 2024

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It is done (enough)!

I would hype it up more but this is really really simple. It randomly generates a set of symbols, colors, and a word, and then the expected thing to do with those is you draw some sort of character based off the result you get. So it's just an art challenge toy thingy.

There are also some practical features like you can lock parts of the result in place to rerandomize the rest, or hide parts of the generation you don't care about (like if you want to pick your own colors or hate the words being there)

You can try it out over on itch.io!

It should run in browser, but there's also a downloadable version for Windows if you want to use it offline. (No mac/linux versions for now, because I don't have appropriate computers to test those on and I...don't want to deal with mac's developer accounts or whatever their problem is...)

Here's something I made from one of the results I got for the sake of example:

(It's a bit of a rushed drawing sorry I just wanted to get the actual generator out there)

I hope everyone has fun with it :]

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you know the drill, op disabled reblogs etc etc etc

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Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck google with a 10 feet pole.

Seriously, fuck them. They are breaking the internet BADLY.

Everyone needs to get out of Chrome ASAP. Use duck duck go or any other alternative too.

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boy i love you so much. boy im obsessed with you. boy you are so important to me it makes me stressed out. i love you

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burning text gif maker

heart locket gif maker

minecraft advancement maker

minecraft logo font text generator w/assorted textures and pride flags

windows error message maker (win1.0-win11)

FromSoftware image macro generator (elden ring Noun Verbed text)

image to 3d effect gif

vaporwave image generator

microsoft wordart maker (REALLY annoying to use on mobile)

you're welcome

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nanaten moodboard

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Lloyd, but he's being held like baby Simba from the Lion King (1994)

day 26: he's never been this tall before

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Wouldn't it be nice if we were older?

Then we wouldn't have to wait so long

And wouldn’t it be nice to live together

In the kind of world where we belong?

Just thought I'd illustrate a Scene from a Lloydten drabble I did: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52735816

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It all started with a Bottle Rocket -Ninten & Lloyd (implied Lloydten)

It was a weird day at the Twinkle elementary school. It would've been a completely normal day if it wasn't for the newcomer. He wasn't even part of the school, in fact, he was one or two years older than the majority of the kids there. Sporting a fully red cap over his large head, a striped blue and yellow T-shirt and blue shorts and sneakers, the kid walked down the hallway that brought to the rooftop, his trusty baseball bat scraping against the floor he stepped on.

As he walked, he recieved weird looks from the other kids, some looked at him with curiosity, but the majority of them gave some little laughs here and there, saying malevolous things about his sickly pale skin and unusual way of dressing. Some, even looked at him as if he was a straight up *alien*.

The kid noticed this, despite his eyes never leaving the door that separated him from the rooftop. He was used to this. He knew how it felt. He also was able to hear a particular phrase: "Bet he is the bootlicker of that weakling." It made his blood boil.

Eventually, he took the keys and unlocked the door, opening it as it made a slow, cracking sound. Once he stepped on the other side, he slammed the door shut, heavely breathing in and out, his anger palpable despite his inexpressive face. What his lips and eyes couldn't convey, his pupils did, decreasing to a single, white dot in the huge white canvas that was his sclera.

The loud sound tho, made a certain trashcan move unnaturally, that seemed like it flinched. This little detail didn't escape the kid's watchful eyes, and before even he himself knew it, he started walking in the direction of the trashcan, who, in response, started shaking. The red capped boy raised an hand, and right before he could tap gently the top, a shaky, loud, boy-ish voice came out from it, muffled only by the metallic and weirdly clean walls of the trashcan.

"Who are you?! I-I... Go away! I won't come out even if-... If you beg me!"

The voice said, in an angry tone, tho more than angry it seemed... Scared. "If I come out you'll pick on me, just like everyone else, and I don't want that..." The boy remained silent, as silent as he always was, pondering those words. "... Are you still out there? If you really want me to come out, then bring me a Bottle rocket from the abandoned laboratory to the south, and... Then I'll think about it."

[...]

Many hours later, after returning from the... Interesting journey that was searching for a Bottle rocket, a tap on the top of the trashcan was enough to get the attention of whoever hid inside of it once again. This time no words came out from the bin, as a big, pale hand slowly opened it from the inside, and two eyes, covered by extremely thick glasses and big glasses, scouted what was happening in their surroundings. Before they could notice the figure of the one with the red cap, they immediately snatched away from his hands the Bottle rocket, hiding again in his steel-ish shell. It took some seconds, but eventually, the voice made itself heard again.

"... You actually went all the way to the laboratory just to get me the Bottle rocket?"

No response, only a nod, but in his heart, the boy replied with the warmest "yes" he has ever given to someone. "Okay... I'll come out."

Finally, the other kid raised from the trashcan, holding the top of the metallic contained in his hands, and holding it close to his body, shyly. He was another boy, a bit taller than the baseball lover, with a round face, tons of freckles, a tad bit curly hair of a snow-ish white color, and dressed fully in red, with a T-shirt, shorts and sneakers. Only now the red capped one could give a good look to the other's eyes; they were red.

To break the silence, was the kid in glasses, who timidly waved his hand. "... Hi, I'm Lloyd, Lloyd Thanksgiving. You?" He said, with a voice that saying gentle would've been an understatement.

The boy looked at the other kid, his eyes gazing at him with interest. Yes, his skin was a bit more colorful than his own, but it made him feel at ease. Plus, he also thought he looked cute, with that unorthodox appearence.

After literally months, the red capped boy spoke again, not that he liked talking, but it was a requirment now, so he had to make this effort for the sake of the new acquaintance. "Ninten. Ninten Nintendo." He muttered out, his usually unexpressive face making a small, almost invisible smile.

At the sound of the name, the kid with glasses gave him an interested look, his eyebrows raising in curiosity. "Like the company?" The capped boy nodded, the grip on his baseball bat loosening, showing he had no intention to harm him.

Chuckling gently, and flashing his rare smile to what he could consider his first friend, the albino stepped out of the trashcan, and picked up from it a small, brick-like device, of a fiery red color.

"So... Do you like videogames?"

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I tried to make a textless version of an animated Cookie Run LINE sticker

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idea for an unethical experiment: Take some people

and place them in totally isolated solitary cells. For 20 hours a day their rooms shall be exposed to a hostile treatment which includes harsh bright lights (outside the designated sleeping slots) as well as a constant buzzing sound which is not harsh enough to be painful by itself. but does greatly increase the speed at which boredom turns torture. The four other hours of the day shall be spent removing the buzzing sound, bathing the room in pleasant gentle light as well as receiving ones food rations for the day and a bottle of wine which may only be consumed within this four hour window. This four hour window shall also be accompanied by the appearance of exercise equipment if the subject so chooses as well as a TV monitor which does nothing but play various Seltzer-Friedberg collaborations such as Date Movie, Epic Movie, Meet the Spartans, Vampires Suck etc. The purpose of the experiment is to see under what conditions could a human come to enjoy those movies appearing on a screen.