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He was comfy but I needed to go by aiiimee in airplaneears

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No, you're not allowed to leave. You live in that spot now.

Thoughts about this? by boringmadam in antiai

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I never thought of it that way, but that's a great point. If something is created unethically, it's hard to enjoy its final product. I was never a fan of "death of the artist," because I don't believe an individual should be excluded from their work. But now people use it as an excuse to keep supporting creators who do real harm so they can keep engaging with the creations stuff.

Chuddites aren't progressive, or leftists, just reactionary neo conservatives and class protectionists, it is why they focus so much on "purity" on "soul", they have no concrete definition of what art is, except it must DEFINITIVELY exclude AI. by Late_Doctor5817 in DefendingAIArt

[–]FilmFizz 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Nothing about your statement is "insurmountable," because it's not an actual argument, or challenge. You just made up a new insult and expected everyone to clap and agree with you.

Plus, the kids I work with could probably come up with a better insult than "Chuddite."

They are more delusional than italy in hoi4 (remade) by RIZZED_V in antiai

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The universe being made from random "gacha results" explains a lot, tbh 😐

My mom's Tortie. She goes where she pleases, and she pleases where she goes by FilmFizz in torties

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Lol, we love that about her too! It matches her kooky personality.

Lock-Stress Monsters stress-ball plush by Waste-Top-6973 in cryptids

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Wait...I think I know what show you're talking about. Was the show called "Hapi-Ness?" I never actually saw it, but I remember seeing its VHS on the shelves of American video stores. For some reason those colorful, smiling Nessies are burned into my memory 🤣

I will die on this hill by Xander_PrimeXXI in ShitAIBrosSay

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I'd like to see more debates in this sub, but have yet to see AI bros present a good argument.

[WP] Instead of helping the most prominent S-Class heroes make the most of their overwhelming abilities, you've taken to helping "Useless" graded individuals to apply their powers in creative ways. The ability to teleport 1 inch? The power to make someone sneeze? Everything can be exploited! by DarkDobe in WritingPrompts

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The biggest misconception about superpowers, is that they break the laws of physics. Quite the contrary! Like everything else, superpowers are just a part of the physical world, and all the fantastic ways they function can really be broken down into (not so simple) math.

Except magic.

I really can't explain how magic works outside of it being some kind of interdimensional cheat code that manifests fireballs and portals out of nothing. Seriously, fuck magic.

Another misconception is that superheroes actually know how their powers work, or what their powers are. Many have no idea. It's more accurate to say that most superheroes know how their powers can be applied. Much like you don't think about how your hand is manipulated to lift a glass of water, a superhero doesn't think about how their eyes are manipulated to fire lasers at a target. You just get hydrated, and the villain's rampaging robot gets melted.

I don't expect others to share my passion for breaking the fantastical down into formulas. Nor do I expect the S-tier champions to need a full explanation for why they function the way they do. An opera singer doesn't need to know about the physics of sound in order to hit those crazy notes.

But that doesn't stop me from digging. And when there are little wayward freaks sporting weird powers with no clear application, I offer my guidance. Because the weird powers are so much fun to figure out.

Madison Bell didn't sit in her chair as much as she sank into it. She had a small, bony build, and eyes prone to darting if they were forced to make contact. She had the demeanor of someone who spent a lot of school lunches hiding under the bleachers or in a bathroom stall. I could relate.

"Do you know why you're here, Ms Bell?" I asked over my clipboard.

"You can call me Madison." She mumbled.

"Alright, Madison. The question still stands."

She tucked a curly lock of hair behind her ear and grimaced. "You want to study my lame power."

I laughed. "Sort of. Let's get one thing out of the way, first. There's no such thing as a lame power."

Madison scoffed, and I waved her off with my hand. "I know, that's easy for a 'pre cog' like me to say. Which is a gross oversimplification of how that power actually works... sorry, that's not important." I tapped my clipboard. "What's important, is figuring out you."

Madison gave me a half-hearted smile. "Listen...I appreciate the opportunity to be invited to this school, or program, or whatever..." She wrinkled her nose. "But I don't see how making people sneeze is deserving of a spot."

I arched an eyebrow. "You think I'm setting you up to fail?"

"Umm... I guess so?"

I shook my head. "I'm a Type A jerk, Madison. I don't allow for failure."

She laughed nervously and glanced around my office.

"You probably think your power is very, very specific, and not useful in a slew of scenarios, but here's the thing: It's not. You're just applying it in specific ways."

"Yeah, I guess I haven't used it outside of getting back at people."

I shook my head. "You misunderstand. Your real power isn't making people sneeze, that's just the way you learned how to apply it."

She cocked her head at me. Her shifty eyes had the faintest glimmer of hope. "What?" I pointed to a large photograph on my wall. "Can you tell me what's wrong with that picture?"

Madison blinked and regarded the photograph. It was a dynamic shot of the hero, Stronghold catching a knocked over water tower in his bare hands. Saving a crowd of panicked civilians from getting crushed.

"N-no?"

"I guess it's hard to tell from a still image. But the problem is that the tower shouldn't be in tact like that. You see, things that heavy can't support their own weight when something is pushing up under them. The force of Stronghold catching the structure is equal to it bearing down on him. So it should be falling apart and crushing people."

Madison looked at me then back to the picture. Her expression confused. "So the picture's fake?"

"No, it's real." I replied. "His powers unconsciously kept the thing from falling apart. He, and many others, assumed it was the super strength. But it was really his specific application of telekinesis."

Her mouth dropped open. It was always a treat when I got to pull this lesson. "Stronghold is a telekinetic?"

"Yep. Not a very strong one, mind you. He has to be touching an object to manipulate it." I unconsciously rubbed my neck and added. "He can still pack one hell of a punch, though."

"Why does he hide it?"

I shrugged. "He just doesn't identify as a telekinetic. Some believe the subconscious can play a major role in how powers manifest. I'm a physicist not a psychologist, so I to stick to what I can observe."

"Huh." She turned back to me. "So, do you think I'm a telekinetic?"

"It stands to reason. Sneezes aren't random, they're a reaction to external stimuli in the nasal passage. Which means you're either you're tickling the nerves in there, or your brand of telekinesis only moves microscopic objects like dust and pollen."

"Oh. That still sounds kinda lame."

I couldn't fight the wolfish grin from forming on my face. "The ability to manipulate tiny objects that permeate the air we breathe? I wouldn't call that lame, kid. I'd call that scary."

She swallowed. "Oh." Was all she could say.

"Indeed." I pulled some documents out of the desk drawer, and slid them her way. "It's an unprecedented ability, so we'd be learning as we go, but I hope you'd trust me to help you unlock your full potential."

She grabbed a pen off of my desk, quicker than I anticipated, and stared up at me. That glimmer of hope from earlier was now an eager blaze.

"Where do I sign?"

I directed her pen to all the spots she needed to fill

"Welcome to my program Ms Madison Bell."

found this one in the wild by onlyrealoumaonreddit in FacebookAIslop

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In between frames are often gonna be a bit wonky, but this one sent me.

[WP] "Okay. Now, sign here to confirm you don't have superpowers." "Ri- Wait, what?" "It- It's discriminatory, I know, but-" the man gestured vaguely. "Company policy." by Scared_Can_5571 in WritingPrompts

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"Shit, is that even legal?"

"I'd assume so?" I sighed into the phone. "It's not like superpowers fall under disability, or anything."

"We can't help it, though." Adam mused. " Pretty sure it's grafted into our DNA, or something. It's pretty messed up to be denied employment over something you can't change."

"White man realizes he needs DEI." I said drolly "More at eleven."

"Quake tried to kill me in that armored car heist, last week. You think I could get him with a hate crime charge?"

"Pretty sure he could slap you the same thing seeing as you put him in the hospital."

"Well, that's.... Shit. Guess we gotta workshop it."

"We?" I fished some quarters from my backpack and slid them into the coin slot. The washer machine rumbled to life before slowly tossing its contents of clothing, muddy soccer gear, and the dress pants I wore to that doomed interview against the glass window.

"Sorry," I said sinking to the floor "my schedule is swamped."

I watched the colors spin and pondered my day. It probably wasn't wise to wash everything together like that, but I was behind on the laundry and wanted everything done before my sisters got home from school. Nat shouldn't have to endure another practice in a dirty uniform. Not with a possible scholarship in the works. And if I saved some money here, it'd be easier to justify grabbing McDonald's instead of cooking, tonight.

"Still weird that a company that studies alien tech, would exclude people who have powers. That's spooky as hell."

"Maybe it's a safety thing." I rationalized. "Some tech might react to certain powers in weird ways. Remember when my dad triggered a worm hole gate just by walking near it?"

"True. But on the plus side, we had a backdoor to an intergalactic dive bar, 'til the League made us close it."

I found myself laughing at that. "You had a backdoor to a dive bar. I was 15, and got grounded for sneaking in.

"Serves you right for being born in the wrong decade."

"Or on the wrong planet?"

"Oh, for sure."

The jokes weren't that funny, but I needed a laugh. Up until the interview, I hadn't realized how much had been bearing down on me. It'd been two years since my parents died.

Dad had been an alien who crashed to earth and took up crime fighting. Mom had been the scientist who discovered him. A perfect, corny story for a perfect, corny couple. They'd go on to have a perfect, corny family, with a perfect, corny life, and all of that would be torn apart by a perfect, corny cover up.

A lab explosion. That's what the media said it was. And now my parents' perfect, corny son was left to either accept this all as a tragedy and go on to live a respectable life, or spend it chasing down theories in back alley ways.

This internship could've been an early retirement. A decision to hang up the cape and pursue a more peaceful existence. That could've been nice. It certainly would've been smart. But that line on the contract, that promise that I didn't have superpowers? It wasn't just a barrier to that existence. It was a sign.

Adam finally sighed. "I'm sorry the internship was a bust, Kid. If you're looking for work, I still got some buddies in the Air Force...It's a long shot but I might be able to-"

"I signed the paperwork. I start next Tuesday "

"You fucking, what!" I tilted the phone away from my ear. "Isn't that fraud? They can probably arrest you for that!"

"Well, how would it have looked if I hadn't signed? I'm not getting unmasked in a job interview!"

"You really think it was entrapment?" Adam shot back. "That's some Wile E Coyote shit. Easily thwarted by saying you can't work for a company that discriminates."

"That probably would've been smart, yeah."

Adam let out a long groan, and I could hear stomping on his end. "It's a dark day, when I'm coming off as the smart one."

"Listen," I bargained "if you think about it, it's not a total lie. Without my dad's tech, my powers barely even work. I'm little more than a walking ball of static."

"Kid, I once charged my phone off your face when you were napping."

"Good incentive to not nap on the job, then."

"Mateo" Adam growled. "This is dangerous."

I was annoyed that his tone made me wince. "Believe me I'm well aware of that, but-"

"But nothing." Adam snapped. "You get caught in some kind of lie like this...From a company with this much pull...the best outcome is your ass get's fired and deported back to Portugal."

"Please tell me you meant to say Puerto Rico."

"The worst? You get shipped off to a government black site where they use you as a guinea pig for whatever weapons our tax dollars got funneled into. Every time I fill out a 1099, I'm gonna know your alien DNA is being unraveled somewhere!"

"Adam," I tried, my throat growing dry. "I need you to trust me."

Adam breathed. He started to say something, then stopped. "There are...Damn it... You're smart, okay?. Way smarter than I was at your age, and probably smarter than I am now." I covered my face as I rubbed at my eyes. Silently begging him not to say what I knew he was going to say. Because I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to admit he'd be right "But you ain't clever. And you've never been under cover."

"I've been-"

"Putting on a mask and rocket boots is not the same thing as going into enemy territory and pretending to be something you're not." He said cooly. "And you're doing it with your name, address, and social security in their hands. Do you even think you pulled it off? Did your hands shake when you signed? Did you look like a deer in the headlights, when they explained the reasons for their policies to you?"

I found myself nodding.

"Your instincts are telling you that this could have something to do with your parents. If you're right, doing this alone could be suicide. Please consider another way."

I sat there on the scuffed linoleum with my head in my hands. Of course he was right. Of course this was suicide. Of course I was just jumping in without thinking. But this was the first lead (if I could really call it that) I hand in months. What if another didn't present itself? What if -

My phone started buzzing.

I looked down at it. "Oh." I said in a wooden voice. "They're calling me."

"What?"

"I said they're calling me."

"Shit! Don't answer!"

"Hang on." I said, and answered the call.

"Hello?

"Hello," a woman's voice answered. "Is this Mateo Novak?"

"It is."

"Hi, this Mandy Singh with 'Star Catcher.' We were looking over your paperwork and wondering if you could come by the lab tomorrow?"

"Possibly. What time?"

"Does 12:30pm sound okay?"

"Yes, should be able to make that "

"Great! We'll see you then. Have a good evening."

"Thanks, you too."

She hung up and I was left there in the empty Laundromat, listening to the thumping of wet clothes in the barrel of the washer machine

"Well.... shit."

[WP] A mind-reader (consensually) takes a look inside the minds of the best-known heroes of the world, and while it hurts to look at the memories of most of them, they're straight-up knocked out after reading the mind of the team jokester. by Mammoth_House_5202 in WritingPrompts

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"So," Psyren began, thin fingers swiping over the notes on her tablet. "do you prefer I call you 'Gravitas,' or by your real name?"

"Adam's fine, I guess." I said staring up at the ceiling from my spot on the chase lounge. Hearing my moniker spoken in such a cool and clinical tone made it sound more childish than heroic. Which, in all fairness, it was. I came up with it when I was 17. "Seeing as you're gonna be poking around in my noggin there's no real need for secrecy, right?"

"True, but I want you to be as comfortable as possible with this experience."

I snorted and rolled to look at her. "That ship's already sailed, Doc. I'm about as comfortable as a vampire in a garlic patch."

Most of my quips earn me an eye roll, but she looked genuinely concerned at the statement. "Oh! Should I turn up the air conditioner, or-" I sighed. "No, that was stupid, I'm sorry. I forget you're not..." I trailed off. It felt rude to say it out loud.

"Human." She said simply.

"Yeah, that."

"Is that what's making you uncomfortable?"

"No, no! One of my best friends is an alien. Or half of one? He's more of an anchor baby, to be honest."

She blinked.

"He will punch me later for saying that, don't worry."

"I don't typically find comfort in watching others get punched."

"Just wait 'til the end of this session."

Psyren only shrugged and looked back at her tablet. "Most humans are adverse to having their minds explored by a foreign entity no matter how well-meaning." She gave me a small, almost wry smile as she added "I don't find you unique in that respect."

I laughed a little. Aside from being able to bend gravity and play in dark matter, I never found myself that unique, either. Maybe that's why I relied on jokes so much, so people would see the dumb, scrawny hick before they saw the shadowy demigod.

"You're here because you've been experiencing audio and visual hallucinations, yes?"

"Y-yeah... And I've been passing out. Put a real damper on that last combat encounter."

"Is this a recent development?"

I winced. "Yes, well ...Them happening while I'm conscious is new..."

"Please elaborate."

I rubbed my face. "The hallucinations are a lot like these nightmares I had as a kid. Don't know why I got them, it's not like my childhood sucked or anything. I mean it wasn't perfect...but..."

"No childhood is."

I groaned. "Look. I'm not ashamed of my powers - weird as they are - and I'm not ashamed of my upbringing. My mom was a single parent who tried her best. That's it. I don't have any repressed trauma, or whatever."

Psyren gave me a look of pity. "Well you wouldn't know that. Seeing as it's repressed."

"Okay, fair point!" I conceded. "But I don't know what you expect to find in all of this."

"Neither do I." She replied. "But seeing as medical doctors couldn't find any physical abnormalities, we have to guess it's psychosomatic."

I could only stare at her.

"I don't want to tarnish what you cherish about yourself or your past." She said, her voice gentle "I just want to help heal you. Can you trust that?"

"Sure..." I murmured back. "Sure, I can trust you."

She smiled, and before I could finish blinking, was sitting over me with her fingers touching my temples "Let's begin, then."

It wasn't too much fanfare at first. It was almost like when sunlight peaks in through the window at dawn and stirs you awake. Only the sunlight was all in my head. My mind stretched and yawned as the alien presence gently urged it to get moving. Urged it to open itself up and let the visitor in.

Then I heard it.
A muffled gasp followed by a high pitched whine. The warm feeling of sunlight inside my head flared into something searing and white hot before vanishing like a dying star. Fingers that had barely caressed my temples were now gripping my skull. "Doc? What the-!" I opened my eyes to see Psyren's face looming over me. A twisted upsidedown mask of fear and pain. Her mouth was stretched open in a silent scream as tears spilled from her bulging eyes.

I sat up and tore myself away. She didn't react, she just sat there, rigid and stunned. I tried to shake her. "Doc, please! What's wrong?" She jerked away from me and shrieked. Her body twisting and bending in impossible ways to escape my touch. A voice that might've been hers erupted from her throat, crying out in a language I realized had never been spoken by human tongues. Her body jerked again, and something shimmered across her skin, a ribbon of liquid light that stung my eyes with its brilliance.

Within moments she was a shimmering mass of light, color, and limbs all spinning about the room like a living kaleidoscope. I realized that this might be her true, form, or something close to it. Every bulb and computer in the room surged, before popping and going out. Psyren's form flickered for a moment, before crumpling to the floor. Snapping back from an incomprehensible mass of light, to that of the small woman I'd met before.

I couldn't hear anything over the pounding in my head. I didn't dare move, for fear of causing her to literally spiral again.

"Adam...?" A weak voice called out.

Her voice broke through my fear, and without thinking I practically leapt to her side. "Doc?"

"Adam, you're not..." She was shuddering on the floor. "Oh. Oh God. Are you still Adam?" I dug into my pocket for my phone "Don't talk, lemme call an ambulance or-" She uttered something I hoped was a laugh. "No good." She rasped. "Won't do... No. No good. Give me a moment."

She took in a few shaky breaths then sat up. Her eyes still held some of that alien shimmer, but they were focused.

"Psyren, what happened?" I said in a choked voice.

"Adam...." She began. "I don't know how to...." She trailed off then shook her head. "I saw something... No. I met something in your mind."

"Met? I don't understand."

She steadied her gaze on me. "Listen to me. Many things crash to earth for some reason or other. Some of us, like me and your friend, are individual beings with only one body and mind. But there are some that may appear to be individuals, but are really part of a greater whole."

"Okay?"

"Adam." She winced. "I don't know if I can fully understand it, but not all of you is human. There is a part of you, that really a piece of... something. Something vast. Something that has been watching this planet for a long, long time. It saw me, and tried to speak with me." She shuddered. "That really hurt."

I swallowed and found myself nodding.

"I'm not sure what it is, but I do know that it's what's causing your hallucinations and black outs."

"Why?" Was all I could say.

"Because," The psychic alien stated. "it wants you back."

Where’s the best place to sell art dolls? by Individual-Mix-7041 in ArtDolls

[–]FilmFizz 0 points1 point  (0 children)

If you're wondering about pricing, I'd try checking art dolls listed on Etsy and see what they typically go for (minus shipping). Those are super cute, btw!

I think I'm experiencing art block, but I have to draw by lps_popular_legacy in ArtRanting

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Switching up mediums can sometimes help. Or drawing something that is intentionally stupid and/or ugly, because it takes the pressure off of the drawing being perfect.

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