#About Corali

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Corali has a very loose code of ethics/things she won't do when she fights.

No hair pulling. Only wigglers and little bitches pull hair.

No crotch shots unless her opponent does it first or they're Dantli.

No eye poking. That's what punching is for.

Once the other troll is unable to fight back, it's over. No continuing to pile it on. We're not sadists here.

Of course, if she particularly dislikes someone or is especially angry, her ethics go out the window, but in general she'll follow her own rules.

[dial-p-for-placey]

Still haven’t had the time to finish anything but since the Substance is still on my brain and I do want to eventually make some fully rendered pieces for this amazing film so here are the other warm up studies I did of Demi Moore/Elisabeth Sparkle

[fukirvana]

Oh my Clematis, hope bloomed from the abyss.

Oh my Clematis, always be by my side.

[eternalvoxel]

Some of y'all are out here like this.

[allpiesforourown]

Just know that you're not a kite with a broken string... I'll be the thread that connects you to the world...

[catalinemorosetheblog]

I look at Coralie 6626 Planck and think fondly, "this girl was absolutely raised by Einstein".

And then I also look at Coralie 6626 Planck and think, with both amusement and occasional abject terror, "this girl was absolutely raised by Tesla".

Or, in which a sketch to celebrate Part 2 coming out soon.

[goddesstrolls]

Bite The Hand That Feeds

Nerizo ground her heel into the skull of the last of her adversaries, blood and viscera splattered on her boots.

She could still smell Allaik’s blood on them, and her lip curled in annoyance that she hadn’t been here to keep him from getting hurt.

It was all endless annoyance and frustration. Always another wall, always something she was unable to do.

Unable to break the seal binding her to this shitty troll body, unable to help or protect the one troll she’d found herself getting attached to.

Unable to make that bitch hold her word.

It had been a while since she heard anything from Nacre. At first the bitch tossed her scraps, empty promises to tide her over, and now there was nothing.

Nacre seemed to be disregarding Nerizo’s thinly veiled threats, spat at every meeting. She knew full well what Nerizo was capable of by this point, and yet made no indication of hauling ass on her promise to avoid the fate that was hurtling towards her.

Further confirmation in Nerizo’s mind that Nacre was just using her, keeping her chained like a dog following commands until she got sick of her. And then she could use her own little demon or political power to get rid of her.

Like hell.

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Nerizo walked up to the Black Pearl lounge, tilting her head. Her senses were stronger than ever, and it wasn’t hard to tell there weren’t many staff here tonight. Allaik was still here, too.

That didn’t particularly matter. What did matter was that Nacre was here.

Nerizo took a deep breath, lifting her sword and aiming it like a batter about to swing. She exhaled, dark smoke rolling from between her teeth. 

There was no reason to keep playing at being someone’s dog. It was a distraction, a moment for her to breathe. That was all. 

The mage whose body she inhabited, normally curled up in her chest as though asleep, stirred. Nerizo felt the muscles of her limbs lock up, and then she grinned. The bitch was trying to stop her.

Her attempts were easy to shake. They hadn’t been, once- When Nerizo was first sealed, she was the one curled up, unable to control the body she had been shoved into. It took what was probably thousands of years, but eventually Nerizo slowly gained control. Now, the mage was weak.

The mage’s influence fell away as Nerizo took her first swing. A cutter of red energy arced outwards and slammed into the first floor, shattering the front. The lights of the building flickered. 

No going back now.

Nerizo’s grin widened. This felt surprisingly freeing, like when she shook off the chains she’d been tied down with thousands of years ago. She was eager to see Nacre’s dismay as she realized Nerizo had toppled everything she had built for herself.

She took a diagonal swing, reducing a corner of the first and second floors to rubble. A laugh bubbled in her throat and she leapt forward with another large swing, this time a blow that took a chunk out of several floors. Nerizo landed in the freshly carved pit of rubble, support beams and concrete shattered clear through.

The upper half of the building groaned and began to lean. Nerizo helped it along with another swing, and then as it toppled over her head, she took a breath and exhaled a torrent of hellfire across the collapsing building.

The flames gushed outwards, spreading like water and clinging to every available surface, threatening to reduce it all- Metal, concrete, and troll flesh alike- To nothing but ash.

She brought her weapon down to strike the floor- Crashing through several stories back down to the ground. As she did, flames blazed from her weapon, spreading through the lower half of the building that had not yet collapsed.

All around her was the smell of blood, fire, and ash, a sweetly familiar taste in her mouth. 

Nerizo kicked through the rubble. She had brought enough down on Nacre’s head, now. 

She pulled Allaik out first, by the scruff, scraped and bruised now worse than he was before but otherwise unharmed. Nerizo tossed him out of the way, and then bashed her way through the rubble until she neared Nacre.

The bitch was still buried, but smoke was rising from between the cracks. As Nerizo approached, it formed a spectral, many-limbed demon with a vaguely humanoid torso atop the lower body of a giant centipede. It lunged at Nerizo with a furious hiss, and she lashed out her hand, a whip of hellfire following her strike. 

The whip coiled around its throat, and Nerizo scoffed at the demon’s audacity. It knew exactly who she was.

The demon erupted into hellfire with little resistance, supernatural flames fueled by Nerizo’s wrath that could consume anything- Even smoke.

Leaving nothing behind but a few wisps, quickly whisked away by the wind, Nerizo kicked aside a piece of rubble and spotted Nacre’s broken and battered body.

Still alive. Nerizo grabbed her by the neck and lifted her- Only to be struck with a lance of fury as she saw a smug grin painted on Nacre’s bloodied face.

Nerizo squeezed, sinking her claws into Nacre’s throat. Blood gushed from the punctures, and neither of them had anything to say to the other.

Nerizo breathed hellfire into Nacre’s face and dropped her, letting her spend her last few moments in agony as she burned to ash.

Her delight had been stripped from her just by seeing Nacre’s face. It all felt like Nerizo had played into some ploy of Nacre’s, like the bitch had somehow won in the end.

Nerizo turned her frustration on what remained of the building. Allaik had fled, and between the majority of the building being destroyed or set on fire, there were few survivors. It took only a few minutes, leveling what was left and crushing or burning the survivors.

Ash kicked up by her sword drifted back down like snow, settling in fat flakes on Nerizo’s bare shoulders.

Heaving for breath, Nerizo exhaled smoke through her teeth again. She felt tired, and her anger still burned dull and aching in her chest like a glowing ember.

Her fury welled up again and with a wild howl, Nerizo kicked a piece of rubble into a nearby building before turning on her heel and storming away.

She had nowhere to go, now.

[pissmaster228]

mhy really did Helia and Coralie DIRTY with that timeskip. They've been sent exploring where no CE human has been before, something that's both difficult and potentially /lethal/ See the IRL space race for a close example, all of them went through gruelling training and were fully prepared to not come back.

(contains events from Oxia's chapter 2 so don't read if you haven't finished that)

Helia's a workaholic who's OBSESSED obsessed with getting stronger and romanticized going out in a blaze of glory since childhood. (dorm and bridge interactions) (Hey doesn't that remind you of anyone) Being an A-rank doesn't help. May I remind you she's been a valkyrie since Otto was in charge? Her A-rank title is her greatest pride. She's been mentored by the Goddess of Earth and yet she's still objectively speaking a nobody.

Coralie, in contrast, is a BIG SHOT. She's got furry mutations, got a PhD at 17, her parents are leaders of a military branch(AE is a branch of the US army right? or am i misremembering?), she inserted the Planck constant into her name ffs. Basically almost all the time she was the most specialest girl in the room.

Then these two spent a year locked together in a rocket(why were they flying by spaceship, again?) and started their most exciting mission of mining rocks with Helia as the muscle and Coralie as the brain.(Coralie insists Helia isn't dumb, just childish) Helia took care of things like maintenance (she wrote the voyage log for example) Then they discover an analogous structure to the Eye of the Deep(lovingly nicknamed the Sandpit) and try to pry it open(Tesla HATED the idea, Nagamitsu was very enthusiastic though)(why is this woman still working for Schicksal again?). Du-dunn, they get inside and now they're stuck in a bubble universe where their earthly titles mean nothing, their roles in an explorer team are already taken by other people (Sena, Entropy) and bitches who seem to know Something keep talking about using them as a blood sacrifice(Perception, Chenxue). Yeah, rub it in that they're disposable.

Coralie is very openly pissed about it. She's stuck far away from her home, surrounded by UwU quirky beings and worst of all, she's there because she didn't listen to her mom. And Helia? That's been her reality forever. She stays silent in discussions because she feels like she has nothing to contribute, she's always guarding the rear when they walk somewhere(visible in group shots, wasn't stated outright) and when Lantern ambushes them she doesn't try to flee like Songque, doesn't take out her weapons in a defensive stance like Coralie(well guns aren't the most defensive weapon but you get what i mean) but steps forward as if attempting to shield Entropy and Senadina with her body. Helia is literally the Valkyrie Ideal. Valuing protecting others over her life, even if they barely know each other. Also abs.

oh my god this got way longer than i thought it would and i didn't even mention the Union episode

[owensgrumpyoranges]

my HEART

[lesbiancolumbo]

Okay, so dumb q. Can I ask how you interpreted the consciousness of Elisabeth vs Sue in the Substance? Your comments about Letterboxd reminded me of negative reviews I read there that interpreted Elisabeth and Sue as two completely distinct personalities/identities that had to share consciousness -- whereas I took it more as two parts of the same whole, and that any ire Sue had toward Elisabeth was more a depiction of the ways in which we hate our own bodies/have different parts of our self.

before i begin, i need you to know that what i'm about to say is in no way directed at you specifically...... the film has a very easy answer to the question those other reviewers seem to be posing.

like, i'm sorry lol but the viewers who really harp on the "they seem like totally different people! this film is dumb!" i think you're the one who's dumb for being totally obtuse to a very obvious statement from the filmmaker. i have little to no fucking patience for the people who approach this film with baby food level critical analysis... just because coralie isn't taking herself and her film super seriously doesn't mean that it and she are dumb.

anyways. you pretty much summed up my take on it 100% (AND my wife who sees like. 10 movies a year and 8 of them are films noir that i make her watch around christmastime. thinks the same way.) so i don't have much to add. congrats! you and i align pretty much perfectly on this! hatred of the self through the other! elisabeth hates herself! this manifests in sue! it literally BROUGHT sue to life. she consumes and consumes and consumes, like we are taught at a young age in order to stay young and beautiful and "hot". she takes everything from elisabeth the way societal beauty standards take from us and grind us down until we look the way we feel: ugly hags.

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Corali: 7, 8, 25 and 41 Thiomi: 2, 12, 34 and 42

Corali:

7. What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

It would probably get me killed, but yelling something inflammatory would work best for getting her attention, so I'd loudly shit talk Thiomi or Darius and let her come to me. Then immediately run away because she'll stomp me into paste when she catches me.

All Thiomi or Darius would have to do is call to her for help and she'll bulldoze everyone in that crowd to get to them.

8. How loose is their use of the phrase 'I love you'?

That phrase is strictly reserved for quadmates and Darius. She's not the kind of person to just throw around "I love you"s to people.

25. What subject or topic do they know a lot about that's completely useless to the direct plot?

She's a goddamn genius with numbers. The greatest mathematician you'll ever meet. She reads textbooks for fun and enrichment, and she's a stellar accountant.

41. What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone/somewhere else?

She's not the type to pick up things from other people, but Thiomi's been rubbing off on her just a little bit. She's actually started swearing less because of her. Initially, she would only refrain around Thiomi because she knows constantly swearing makes her uncomfortable. Now she holds in more of her swears out of habit.

Thiomi:

2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word 'friend'?

She's a little reserved with calling people friends. Generally, once she's been in regular contact with someone for about a month and feels like she can trust them, she calls them her friend.

12. What's something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

Watching Dantli and Varoll play together. Her gigantic, scary, hulking matesprit being silly and playful with their short teenage daughter is sweet and really funny. It never fails to make her start giggling.

34. How do they greet someone they like/love?

A genuine smile and either a handshake with both hands or a hug. c: Once she likes/loves someone she's really physical.

42. If invited to a TED talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

uuhhhhhhhhhhh Let me get back to you on that cuz I got nothin

[earthsickwithoutyou]

The Substance (2024) Dir. Coralie Fargeat Girl Horrors Watched in 2024, 4/?

[sydmarch]

the substance using prosthetics instead of cgi really upped the horror factor for me. like oh my god it felt so much more viscerally real it was incredible

agreed!! I love prosthetics & the prosthetics used were SO GOOD!!

[widgenstain]

Went to see The Substance tonight and I think it's safe to say that the people leaving in the middle saw a very different movie than I did!!

[anominous-user]

devs released more info relating to part 2's gacha and equipment changes and the catch is that they're making max-level part two stigmata a whale thing and they added weapon refinements

[missholloween]

I will need like a solid week to articulate my feelings towards season 6 of wwdits. But I'm not even angry, I'm just dissapointed. Vague spoilers under the cut

It feels so disrespectful to people who have been watching and loving this show for years (4 in my case, but I know some people were here since the beginning), but also to the team itself. Did you not care about your show? Did you think your characters were pointless? Your plots were just mindless entertainment for stupid people?

Season 4's "nothint changes" reveal at the final episode didn't feel great, but at least I could at least understand some of the choices of the season, and it did tied up well to Colin's plotline. But season 5 led it behind! There were new plotlines, stakes were high by Guillermo's transformation, Nandor and Guillermo's relationship would never be the same! And the worst part is that with the first episodes of s6 I thought we would go somewhere, that they would adress their new relationship status... And they did, halfway there, as most plotlines after s3 have been.

And this is not only because of Nandermo. The Guide was barely a character this season after the s5 finale, and they made her a Trump supporter!!!! In two of the ten lines she has this season!!!! Nadja has been doing nothing, just pointless tasks because they couldn't think of a plot for her when NADJA DOLL IS RIGHT THERE. Colin has had a weird fixation on family this season, and it's POINTLESS because they don't do anything with the raising baby Colin plotline except some weak callbacks.

Even if it's not only about them, i'm furious about nandermo too. The site I watch the episodes in had the "nandermo" human ending and it made my blood boil. Why would you do the audience feel stupid for thinking that two of the leads, which you wrote as any other sitcom couple (Rachel and Ross. Jake and Amy. Jim and Pam), for thinking that they were more than platonic besties? The interviews are being really nasty too, I can't believe Harvey (haven't read Kayvan's, I don't have the stomach for that rn), who has been a vocal supporter of nandermo, has turned to that 'deep bond between two bros that shouldn't read as (ew) romantic' bulshit. Why do you think fans only want freaky nasty nandermo sex when they say they should be together? And also, what if they do? This is (or was) the freaky nasty vampire sex show. Guess they have forgotten that too.

I don't know, I guess I now know what Sherlock fans felt like when The Empty Hearse aired. I thought we had got over queerbaiting, but we're back! And it's way worse now, as they do lean in the queer <3

Whatever.