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an example of real pixel art and explaining the pixel grid:
Thread on how to spot AI generated pixels by reyhkibanki on twitter!~ Might be a useful read to help you spot common mistakes AI makes when generating pixels. There's also a lot more info in the link!!
(posting some old twitter threads here for posterity's sake)
Chrissy and Eddie breakup. She's a lesbian, apparently. Has finally come to terms with it. It's half a decade of Eddie's life in the dust. He... he doesn't exactly handle it well.
But Steve's there for him, offers Eddie a shoulder to cry on.
They’re drunk when Eddie says no one’s ever been in love with him. Not really. So Steve kisses him.
But Eddie’s straight.
He always has been.
He freaks the fuck out. Bolts. Lets the calls go to voicemail. He’d lost his partner and one of his best friends in the span of a week and it’s not fair and he’s pissed off beyond belief at Steve for doing it.
But he’s also confused. And he also can’t stop thinking about it.
He stews on it for weeks. Avoids mutual friends like the plague. The band lets people know he’s alive, apparently. Between losing Chrissy and Steve, he feels like there are chunks of him missing. So he gets drunk. Hooks up with blondes who kiss him all wrong.
He’s five whiskeys deep and when he finds himself banging at Steve’s door. Steve answers with his hair mussed and his voice sleep-rough. And Eddie tells him he’s really fucking pissed at him. And Steve apologizes again. And it should be enough but it’s just fucking not.
So Steve apologizes again and again and again, all blubbery and guilt-ridden. It's only making Eddie more angry. And he doesn’t know why. And he’s too drunk for this shit.
So he shoves Steve against the door and kisses him stupid.
He wakes up in his own bed the next morning and he's sure he dreamt it. (He’s been dreaming it a lot lately.) But his lips are all stubble-scrapped and his mouth is cotton but he remembers how his friend's tongue tasted and he just.. Wants to cry.
Cause he’s not gay. He’s not. Other people are. Most of his friends are. And he’s fine with that! He’s been a good ally.
Well, maybe not to Chrissy. But only cause it broke his goddamn heart. Only cause he loved her so much. Only cause he'd never felt that way about anyone before or anyone since.
Except well— Fuck. Shit fucking fuck.
So he calls her. He’s kind of hoping it’ll ring through but she picks up straight away, lets out a soft little hey. And it breaks his heart all over again to hear her voice. But he takes a breath and says, “I kissed Steve.”
And she pauses. “You kissed Steve?"
And then he says, “Well, he kissed me first. But yeah. I got drunk. Jeez Chris, I got wasted. And then I— yeah, I kissed him.”
And she's quiet for a long time, just soft breathing and static. Then she says, “Thank you for telling me, Eddie.”
And oh. That’s what it was, wasn’t it?
So they talk about it. All of it. And he really listens to her this time. He couldn’t the last time, couldn’t hear over the sound of his heart fuckin’ shattering. Then he’s the one blubbering apologies cause his girl was going through all this shit totally alone and he is now way too familiar with how bad it sucks.
And then they talk about It. The big It. All the stuff her mama drilled into her brain since she was in diapers. All the names that got spat at him between hall shoves. Shit they couldn’t be 'cause then they’d be wrong, shit they couldn’t be 'cause then they’d be right.
And when they’re done and the conversation turns into How’s the band? and Is Marcel still driving you crazy? Eddie feels ten pounds lighter, almost whole again. Like he was but better, all glued together in gold. Well, almost altogether.
He really needs to talk to Steve.
Restarting at 'I Love You'
The first time it happens, Lance wasn't sure what had happened.
One moment Keith is confessing to him, saying his undying love, then suddenly, Lance is waking up, reliving moments he swears he had just lived.
Déjà vu at large.
Same battles, same conversations, exact same days.
Same.
Same.
Same.
Even the confession is the same.
Yet again, Lance is waking up. Just in a different moment. Different day, but reliving to that point of that same confession.
Confused, worried, and unsure, Lance has to figure out why this is happening and how to stop it.
Is it the moment itself that makes him relive these days? Is it something about the confession that resets him?
So he forces Keith's confession to not happen that day.
Lance acts ill, avoiding Keith, all the while heart pounding with want to hear Keith's confession.
He doesn't restart.
But the next day, when Lance's curiosity wins out, when Keith cannot hold out for another day before spilling his guts, Lance finds himself back in time.
Now Lance is pissed.
He hurries to Pidge.
All in hopes of some logical or mathematical or overall intelligent solution to why this is happening.
Pidge is intrigued. Invested in this theory of what could be, or could not be, happening.
Of course, Pidge has to test it all.
Why wait until the confession to test it? Perhaps something building up to that point of Keith's confession is what causes the occurrence of Lance's time jump.
So Pidge gives Lance a code word to use, if he ends up back in time.
That way, if Lance does jump back in time, Pidge will believe Lance from the beginning and work all the faster to fix this time error.
Thus, they drag Keith out of training. Causing him to be confused and wondrous as to what Pidge and Lance would need him for.
Except, Pidge is too eager to not be blunt in this situation.
A plan, Pidge concocts.
Lance will confess first. After all, Lance hadn't ever had a chance to say his feelings first. And maybe, if he does, perhaps it will prevent the time jump.
One can only hope.
Of course, it isn't how Lance ever planned to confess his feelings for Keith. Let alone, now of all times.
But he bucks up the courage for it, if it means he won't be jumping back in time any longer.
And when Lance lays his feelings out bare, telling Keith his deepest truth, it's so freeing.
So heart pounding, soul lifting, freeing, to still be in the moment. To watch Keith's eyes widen and cheeks darken. To realize his confession will not jump him back.
Until Keith is returning his feelings.
And Lance is waking up, back in the past.
Lance wants to cry.
To break down and pound his fists into his bed with misery. To scream out in frustration. Because for some reason, the catalyst in all of this time jumping, lies with Keith's confession.
Those three words that start and end Lance's happiest moment.
Over and over and over.
Lance tries to keep the time resetting from happening.
And over and over, he fails.
The attempts grow with his frustrations.
Until one day Lance slaps his hand over Keith's mouth, telling him to not confess.
He can't take one more jump back.
Lance just tells Keith what has been happening. And of course Keith thinks he's being a bit crazy about it. But with enough time, and repeating the exact words Keith was going to say to Lance, Keith relents.
They can be together, happy and with the best feelings ever.
The only catch: Keith can never say those three words.
So they work around it. Keith sees Lance's stress over possibly hearing those words, that he doesn't even dare to say them in another language. Doesn't write the words down.
Lance confesses his love to Keith every day.
Keith expresses his love in every way he can outside of those words.
Actions can hold as much power as words.
Gifts can give the same euphoria.
Words similar, but not the same, are his weapons to use to confess his undying love.
Anything to let Lance know that he loves him.
And it seemingly works well.
Until years later.
When Keith makes a mistake that ruins all of that happiness.
He never meant to do it.
Keith never meant to strip them of this happiness they had forged together through all the near misses and years of near perfection.
While lying beside Lance, caught in the euphoria of it all, he confesses.
Keith has just enough time to see the happiness on Lance's face turn to shock, then fear.
Lance has just enough time to see the sorrow in Keith's violets before he wakes up, years back to Voltron.
Lance just cries.
He couldn't fault Keith for the error, for uttering the three words that brought their whole world to a shattering end in the same way it brought its beginning.
But at the same time, he wasn't sure how many more times he could do this.
How many more restarts could Lance suffer through before even Keith's love wasn't enough to make it worth it.
How many more times, before Lance learned that it was better to have never known Keith's love, so he wouldn't know how painful it was to live without it.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I'D MARRY HER FR 10.01/10 ⊹ ࣪ ˖⋆.˚✧˖°.
𝓪 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖾𝗑 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖼𝖾́, 𝓶𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦.
✧ profanity, rest of the members as reader's exes, minnie has some freaky undertones, reader reciprocates the freaky undertones to an extent — fiancé!minnie x fem!reader °° not reader having 4 WHOLE ASS EXES and an FIANCÉ while I'm here catching dust #thestruggleisreal #someonedateme
Cupid's Game — 05
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Alternative names for humanity along the lines of "Homo sapiens" (Wise man) and "Pan narrans" (Storytelling Chimpanzee) that I'm too lazy to look up/make up Latin for:
chef ape
throwing ape
walking ape
The idea being that we're apparently unique in the animal kingdom in that we cook our food, so we're the Chef Apes. We're also one of the best animals at throwing things: humans have more accuracy and strength when throwing stuff than other apes, by a long shot
And apparently our ability to walk slowly for ages was key to our early survival as persistence predators. We can't outrun a gazelle or mammoth or whatever, but we don't tire easily and so we can just keep following it until it runs out of stamina
Pan basipila: the baseball playing Bonobo
If only baseball had a cooking element, it would be the perfect Human Sport.
We need to devise a sport where you cook something, follow someone for a long time, and then throw it at them.
The most human thing is the surprise pie to the face
Also as much as I like Terry Pratchett's suggestion of "Pan narrans" I wouldn't be surprised if we turn out to not be the only animal that tells stories...
Elephants. I bet elephants do.
Like, there was that case where an injured elephant went to a ranger station for help. One it had never been to before, but other elephants had.
The theory being then that some other elephant had told this elephant "hey if you're hurt, go here, the humans will help"
That, combined with how they have burial rituals (some which might indicate there's an elephant religion!), and that we're working on figuring out how elephants communicate...
It wouldn't surprise me if we learn sometimes in the next decade or two that "oh yeah, elephants tell stories too. They've got FICTION."
So "Pan narrans" isn't what I'd want to bet on as our uniquely human thing.
But at the end of the day, maybe the whole idea of there being a uniquely human thing is, in itself, just another story we're telling.
So maybe it is a good fit after all.
But I especially like the idea that we're the Baseball Ape because I have this image in my head of a galactic council of aliens. Some angry alien who looks like Cthulhu had a baby with a spider has the floor, and they're ranting about "why do the Hu-mons deserve a seat?"
The Crogath are stronger, the Eldru are smarter, the Cybernetic Essense lives longer, the Dromans go farther and faster, the Moltriri have us beat in fiction and poetry, what is so special about these damn bipedal fleshbags that makes them unique in the universe?
And then WHAM. Right between the eyes. A handheld translator device, a bit bigger than a modern smartphone, beans the speaker out of nowhere.
And there's an (untranslated) yell in the chamber as the prime representative calls for order.
"WE CAN THROW, MOTHERFUCKER!"
(it takes a while to properly explain the insult. Crogathi (especially drones) don't really have mothers or sexual reproduction, so they don't really get why that would be an insult. It's finally translated as something like "bud-biter")
and it's true. even after the World Series becomes the Galactic Series, no non-human team ever manages to win.
The Eldrul Librarians almost make the cut in 2486 but accidentally piss off the ghost of Colonel Sanders and end up inheriting the Hanshin Tigers' curse.
alien textbooks describe The Colonel as some kind of human patron deity of baseball and cooked avian food, who should not be disrespected at all costs, or his vengeance from his place beyond the grave will be swift and punishing
(they're right)
"Look, we can't PROVE he was why Gemini Noctis went supernova unexpectedly, but given the protests that had happened right beforehand, and the incredible powers ascribed to the human spirits, do you really want to risk it?"
the funniest possible future: humanity gets a key place in galactic politics because we're never able to adequately convince the universe at large that our ghost stories are just that, stories, and they're terrified shitless that we'll unleash spectral torment on them
"humans? look man, living humans are a pushover. you can easily rip them in half, crack their planets with a quark bomb, their ships are little more than tin cans with a tachyon drive taped on the side. but it's not the living humans you have to worry about... it's the ghosts."
"humans are a bit like the Nontilek, with a two-stage lifespan, a grub and an adult. What you think of as "adult" humans is just their infant stage, and they only fully transform once they "die". Once fully hatched into Ghost form, their powers are almost limitless."
you want humans off a colony planet and bomb them from orbit? good luck, now you have a few million ascended humans who can pass through solid matter and can't be killed, and they will never rest until you and your descendants are gone or dead.
you don't believe me? look at this: One of their most popular stories is about them building an empire that spanned a large chunk of their little planet, then having it MURDER THEIR OWN GOD.
It only worked for a few revolutions, and he just came back, promising that one day all of them would join him in the next phase of their lifespan.
They still, to this day, thousands of orbits later, erect little statues of the means they used to execute their deity.
not even the Crogathi, who literally worship death itself, tell stories that frightening to their newly hatched grubs.
Humans are scary, man, stay away and just give them whatever they want.
the rest of the alien's education on the dangers of humans is just a selection of human movies. the sixth sense, poltergeist, ghostbusters, the shining, the devil's backbone, and, of course, field of dreams.
ghosts AND baseball? it's everything they're scared about humans all in one package!
the obvious twist you could do, of course, is simple:
the aliens are right.
humans are a two-phase species where the elder form has immense power but leaves communication and decision making to the younger form, which will be confused and angry if you acknowledge the presence of their elder-stage members among them.
this often leads to them cutting off contact or their elder-stage members causing immense damage through seeming "accidents" on the contacting vessel. This is believed to be some kind of religious prohibition that they are not able to explain.
so it's official contact protocol to pretend you cannot perceive the elder-stage humans among them, and to give them what they want to avoid possible retribution.
No means to combat elder-stage humans has yet been found, and the limits of their power is not known.
All alien captains are required to study the fate of the SS Ennolon, which contacted a lone human craft in the galactic year of 12,783. They had initiated contact and were getting along fine, until the human showed the Droman captain a picture of their "late father".
Captain Droless, accounting for the difficulty in telling humans apart, then pointed at the father sitting in a chair nearby and said "That is them, correct?".
The human looked at the chair, reacted in confusion, then anger, and asked the contacting crew to immediately leave.
It was another 400 cycles before contact could be reestablished between the Droman Federation and the Human Alliance.
the intergalactic guide describes humans as a powerful race of immortal energy beings who have the strange habit of sending their larvae out on missions around the galaxy, occasionally contacting other races, but refusing to acknowledge their elders, except in stories
they seem to frequently put their young in dangerous situations without lifting a hand to help, so this is suspected to be some sort of pilgrimage or coming-of-age ritual.
(From a twitter thread on October 1st, 2022)
faking twitter conversations for this fic !
take a guess it's a moondae sickfic lololol
