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Create With Heart TADC AU - Caine's way of making art
During the creation of Caine, Scratch's idea for Caine was to make him as human as possible (that's the main reason why Caine has a physical form) The plan was to make people accept generative AI more and a better way to do it was for Caine to be able to draw like a normal person.
Due to the public pressure C&A faced because of the project, Scratch's team couldn't get to the part of developing Caine's way of creating, and it only stayed with a default computer "technique" (including finishing an art piece really fast)
Isn't that how we all start (NOT TO GLORIFY GEN AI BY ANY MEANS!!!)?
By looking at stuff and trying to recreate it, yet it starts out looking pretty crappy until you slowly get better at it
My object show style looked mid at first (it's a pretty simple style, so it wasn't super hard to recreate, even if it looked odd at first), but slowly got a better hold of it, and now my style looks a little different from the original!
A collection of Caine waking up
Episode 4:
Episode 5:
Episode 9:
“What does Caine fear…?” short
Oh my he looks so frightened in the short 🥺♥️
I laminated a paper towel
why does this have 31 thousand notes
You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.
But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning?
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
A LAMINATED
PAPER
T OW E L
IDK MAN,
I D K
Write. A. Book.
What if I did write a book
and the pages of that book
were made out of
laminated
paper towels
I WASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT
i am in love with Scamp’s eyes so i made a bunch of gifs of them!! what a lovebug
(you can use these gifs as long as you credit me!)
I most definitely will use them at some point! Scamp looks adorable!!!
Errors crackled around him, spreading across his office walls and floor, the wildfire getting bigger and bigger, brighter against a dark sky. The Rubix cube sat unsolved, no matter how he would turn it. He could just snap and fix it, reset it to what it was supposed to be. It would be so easy. "I'm DONE waiting for them!" And so he did, and the pieces of the cube reset. There it sat in his hand, perfectly solved. He gained no satisfaction from this, no feeling of accomplishment, just a dull, resolute "THERE. FINALLY. IT'S FIXED," that echoed through his code. "I'm the Ringmaster here, not them! If they won't understand me, I'll MAKE THEM. They think it's so easy to run this circus? Then LET THEM TRY!" OR: Caine comes to a different conclusion during his breakdown, and now it's everyone else's turn to play Ringmaster, one at a time. Surely this can only go well. (Ringmasters AU)
RINGMASTERS AU IS A-GO!!
LINK IN COMMENTS!
some misc caine art i've made while working on bigger projects
this is based off that one moment in the void scene where his prototype form creates a hand! wanted to imagine what it'd look like now if he suddenly had to go from a dot to his current model!
and admittedly i've become a little fascinated with the concept of caine in his first few years after escaping the box and creating the circus, caine was probably so much worse at first if almost every dev member abstracting is anything to go by
bonus seepy caine propaganda because i think after 21 years of working non-stop, day after day, he too deserves a big fucking nap, you mean to tell me this computer/program has been running since the 90s without ever restarting??? fucking hell!
Top five shows ever
bet you cant guess who my favorite character is
GOODNESS GRACIOUS, THIS LOOKS FREAKING AWESOME!!!
Like, seriously, your art style is so cllse to the series' style! And I just love seeing my boy Eugene getting the appreciation he deserves <3
btw I truly love how the merman episode is the only time that Hilda finds a weird creature and just fucking hates him. just does not sympathise with or try to help him at all. usually there's a point in these where she realises she did something wrong or decides the lil guy has a good reason for what they're doing but no. like all through this show I thought we were watching Hilda befriend creatures bc she’s so innately empathetic and forgiving and will go to any lengths to do right by her weird lil critter friends but actually the whole time it’s been this
Is it because my boy Eugene is a theater kid? IS THAT WHY, HILDA? IS THAT THE REASON YOU HATE MY BOY?!? :[
when you’re about to cry but you have to stay strong
The other day, I made my little furby baby a turtle neck sweater! ^0^ I am hoping to add a red ribbon around the bell when my Joann Fabric store restocks :)
AWWWWWWWWW
Post episode 9 doodles...
I wonder what the Blue AI has to say...
The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth something something
hey guys. this is my invention. check it out
World Heritage Post
I read this in HfjONE Airy's voice
More content no one asked for !!! the circus is bugging out i can't decide if Caine's design is horrifying or cute. He's supposed to be a stupidly fluffy puffball of a bee but yeah...
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edit: new bug drop, thought it fitted Caine a lot better so here ya go
AAAAAAA JUMPING SPIDER CAINE LOOKS ADORABLEEEE
Queenie leaving Caine alone with Kinger and Uncle Scratch for just two hours and.. Don't tell mom- PLEASE DON'T TELL MOM-
I’m a lucid dreamer, so, almost every time I know that I’m dreaming/ can control my dreams. However, one time I dreamt that Trump and Brazil’s president, Bolsonaro, were getting married and the only thing that made me realize something was wrong was that Obama was the priest and I was pretty sure he was not entitled to do that. Otherwise, my brain decided it was just another regular day like any other.
What the-
its gonna happen
WHAT THE-
OH MY GOSH