#for ever in awe of its rendering skills

[the-algebra-thing]

and I keep my side of the street clean—you wouldn't know what I mean

lines by me, colors by @canyourlawnmowerdothis !!!

[xamaxenta]

>:3ccc

BRO???????????

WH?? ??????? He’s magificent? He’s stunning, he’s everything I’ve ever wanted whaaaat thee fuckkkkkkk

Holy shit holy shit

I dont know if I have enough vocabulary in my repertoire to express my emotions

Bitch nail him to a museum wall hes a fucking masterpiece

[dilvei]

vei sama i have a request pwetty pls may i get yandere!monster x m reader it can be scenarios or oneshot or even a drabble i am so hungry for your writing

𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ( y! naga x m! human reader )

yandere! naga x m! human reader

warnings:

kidnapping

creepy + stalking behavior

dubcon/noncon

oh and some venom poisoning

brief mentions of corpses

first post here so idk what to add help

thank you for requesting pookie 🙏🙏 this almost went into smut territory ngl but i remember u said u only want a little bit of sexy so i'll end it right there hehe + i think its better for it to stop right there too so :)) hope you love this one since i know you like snake bois 🎀🎀

✾ | you are a hunter, a monster hunter, to be exact; stalking predators under the safety of shadows, silently prowling, avidly watching.

✾ | you have always known the dangers ever since you were but a little boy, ever since your father fell victim to the large amount of dangerous beast leeching their hide in the darkness of the woods.

✾ | but being a monster hunter has its perks—money, for one—and you are never one to deny yourself, especially when you have the perfect set of skills that would make the job much, much easier.

✾ | the request that forever alters the fate of your life comes in a murky, rainy evening, brought to you by a young survivor who lived to tell the tale.

✾ | the heaving man with haunted eyes comes to you immediately, pace frantic as he pushes through the crowded tavern to hand you a heavy bag of gold.

✾ | "this is only a quarter of it," he says as he pants, a hand shivering as he holds on to his own cloth. "i want you to kill the hideous beast hiding in the cave. i want him dead by the morrow."

✾ | by the time the clouds above has parted enough to let way for the moonlight to shine on the damp earth below, you are already in gear, striding into the forest with a rabid-like smile.

✾ | if only you had known that, this time, the monster you'd thought would be your prey, has been eagerly awaiting your presence all this time.

✾ | as you wait near the cave, searching for signs of life from a safe distance, your predator is all smiles, feasting on your figure from afar, unseen, patient.

✾ | when you think to yourself there is no monster hiding inside the cave, nothing but a mountain of corpses and bones that's putrid smell crawls under your skin, the creature lunges from the shadows, presence felt before seen.

✾ | your weapon helplessly clatters to the ground before the creature swiftly seizes both your wrists behind your back with a single, powerful hand. then, a cruel, slithering tail entwines your lower body, coils tightening around you with inescapable force, rendering you immobile in the creature's grasp.

✾ | you cannot run, so you twist your neck for a glimpse, only for both awe and horror to fill your lungs. it almost leaves you breathless.

✾ | you realize that the creature that has captured you is a naga, a serpent guardian, a half-human and half-snake, feared and revered in equal measure.

✾ | his upper body is unmistakably human, with muscular arms and a face that is both eerily beautiful and terrifyingly alien. his lower body, however, is a massive, sinuous tail, its powerful coils tightening around you with every passing second.

✾ | the naga smiles at you, and an instinctive shiver wracks your body, a distant part of your mind realizing that, somehow, the naga has been patiently waiting for this, for all of this, for you.

✾ | the naga's grip tightens, pulling you closer until you can feel the heat of his scorching breath against your skin.

✾ | slowly, almost deliberately, he laps at your trembling neck with his forked tongue. the twin tips of his tongue flicker over your pulse point, sending hot shivers down your spine.

✾ | and then, without warning, he plunges his sharp teeth into your neck, a searing pain radiating from the puncture wounds, a breathless gasp escaping your lips.

✾ | you can feel his venom coursing through your veins, a burning heat spreading from the bite as your vision blurs and your limbs grow heavy. it takes hold quickly, the venom rendering you completely powerless against him.

"You are adorable, little hunter," the naga says, sweetly. He releases his hold on your hands, now that you are unable to struggle, and cradles you against him, pressing you flush against his upper body, as if to soothe you.

His hand carefully caresses your cheek as he looks down at you, smiling gently, almost proudlike. "A human who acts like we are prey, a human who thinks himself better than us. How rare it is to find a piece of treasure like yourself."

With the last of your strength, not yet rendered useless by the venom, you turn your head away, only for his fingers to catch your chin, tilting your gaze back to him.

"I have been watching," he croons, "for quite some time now. My eyes have always followed you, whenever you stepped foot into these woods."

Your breath hitches at the confirmation, but even more so at how utterly enamored the naga sounds as he says those haunting words.

"My little hunter, my adorable treasure. Your presence has tempted me for so very long now. I could no longer ignore it, especially when I imagined how exquisite you would look under my grasp."

You feel utterly helpless, and it doesn’t help when he gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “So I made a plan.”

You close your eyes, but you can still feel the naga’s gaze piercing into you.

"The man who gave you this job—a frail, pathetic-looking man, wasn’t he? It was I who sent him.” He laughs, a cruel and chilling sound. "It was I who ordered him to find you, to send you here, so you could be all mine."

A soft kiss is pressed against your cheek, and you suppress your urge to vomit.

"I'm glad you arrived here safely, my little hunter. I am so utterly happy, so utterly famished to taste you, to taste everything of you."

His heavy breath is against your ear now, and you can feel him grin as he asks, "You would want that too, wouldn't you?"

You open your eyes, see the crazed look in his slitted eyes, and tremble once more. "There is no need for such fear in your eyes, my sweet darling. I am not your villain," he sing songs.

You swallow the lump in your throat.

"I am not your predator, and nor are you my prey."

Your jaw clenches as your mind spins and spins and spins.

The naga chuckles at your expression, wanting to forever etch it into his mind. "You and I. We will only ever be each other's. I am yours, and you are mine."

"Beast," you finally spit out, venom lacing your voice.

The naga pauses, his eyes widening, before an absolutely elated expression crosses over his face. He seems terribly sated as he, so very slowly, whispers to you his greatest and utmost desire, "I am your beast. Forever."

[kiruliom]

coin fight 2023!

what is coin fight?

have you ever heard of art fight? it's like that, but for liom/mogai!

there is 2 teams (sun and moon for this year), and you 'attack' a member of the opposite team by coining things you think they'd like :D

this is made completely for fun, and has no rewards besides some "I was in the winning team" graphics (userboxes, blinkies, etc.)

the event will start on 9/20 and will last a week, with an exception being if it's still active after 1 week.

instructions:

make an entry here!

make a section on your pinned post (or an easily accessible rentry page) with your team and what you associate with your identity (make it as vague or specific as you need, doesnt need to be gender exclusive)

reblog the associated team post (sun) (moon) so people who check the reblogs of that post looking for people to attack can find you!

find a person to attack and coin things you think they will like! tag the person you're attacking and me (kiruliom), and tag #2023coinfight. also it would be really nice if you could tell us the approximation of your points (eg. it's a 5th link on a friendly fire revenge chain? please tell us its 7 points. ( 5 base, 2 points deducted for friendly fire, 5th link means 4th revenge, so +4)) this makes my job a lot easier.

rules:

if you fail to follow the instructions above you will be reached out to, or if you need help just tell me!

please check if you fit the DNI of the person you'd like to attack, or if THEY fit YOUR DNI. to avoid awkward situations.

all flags and terms made will have a 5 point base value. for every new 'link' on a revenge chain it will have 1 more point added to it. non-gender terms get 2 more points added to them, to encourage non-gender coinings

the terms coined dont need to be unique, just need to have unique flags. you can make an alternative bigender flag for example and it'd count as valid for points. however you cant submit flags made outside of the event time, this is more of a trust thing though as I cant tell for sure whether the flag was made before the event or not lol

there is a 3 attack per day rule, to avoid spamming. any more attacks submitted for the day will be rendered null, meaning no more points will be added for that day, this includes revenges. attacks are counted by amount of terms and not the amount of posts.

coining non-disordered paraphilia, MUD, oculoid or transid terms will render those attacks null, which means you wont earn points for them. transpecies is the exception to this as it's an alterhuman term and not a transid term.

friendly fire (attacking someone of the same team), is allowed. however 2 points will be deducted. this is to encourage a "team rivalry" more.

you can only attack 1 user at a time.

please dont take advantage of my awful memory and math skills and cheat, this is supposed to be for fun and you need to do your part for that, yeah?

re-elaborating the point system so it's in one place:

base term (say, a gender made for someone of the opposite team) = 5 pts

friendly fire (attacking someone of the same team) = -2 pts off total

revenge (attacking someone back)= +1 point per link on chain, starting from 2nd link/'first revenge'

non-gender terms = +2 points

sorry it's so messy, this is the first time Ive hosted an event that needs heavy moderation like this. I hope to figure this out via suggestions and trial-and-error.

[greenlyren2]

Heavy Rains

Aemond Targraryen x Reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Prince Aemond Targaryen had always preferred the dark veil the night offered. When somber hours hide one from prying eyes and boastful mouths. The only one who holds you accountable - the pale moon, rolling lazily in the mirky sky above the blackwater.

It did not start out as a preference for the little prince. When he was young, sleep seemed to be a doleful lady, ready to escape him at every cost. Aemond foolishly tried to catch her every night, but she was skilled in the mazes of the dark hours. When the prince realized rolling around in his silk sheets was futile, he started visiting the library, the gardens, later in his life – Vhagar.

He found serenity in it, the quietness of the night seemed to have a presence of its own which followed him everywhere. A hazy figure that tugs at one’s heartstrings and renders the mind wistful.

However, Aemond’s fondness of the witch’s hours had started to dissipate. He was a husband now, of a few moons admittedly, but he was a dutiful spouse. The Mother had blessed him with a beautiful wife, one which he felt he did not deserve. The prince had accepted his faith as a second son, ready to be betrothed to some disagreeable woman.

But that was not the case, the gods bestowed him with a beauty so great, he could hardly believe. She was strong-willed, intelligent and honorable. The lady granted him a kindness the prince had never felt before. She had no expectations of him, no malignant gossip had poisoned her mind, she wanted to get to know him for herself, her heart on her sleeve.

It was an arduous process for the prince, to show the true colors of his soul, but he persisted. The hours after sunset became a respite for the couple. A sanctuary for their blooming love, a place where to roam the depths of the other person. Aemond found himself anticipating their time together more every day. Where he would drown himself in his books and his lady wife would embroider or paint.

He would often marvel at her poise, follow her skillful fingers as they thread along with his good eye. Remember the patterns of her breathing, watch as her face would scrunch up ever so slightly in concentration. Where her eyebrows would meet in confusion when she wouldn’t get something right from the first time.

It was a haven, in which where few words were spoken at first. But as the moons grew warmer, their talks blossomed. It started with formalities, the continuation of the courting process. Family histories turned into objects of ire and desire. As Aemond would remember all the things his lady favorited – the blue hue of the Forget-me-nots in the Keep’s gardens, the melody of her favorite tune, the end of her favorite story.

As his lady started including dragons in her embroidery pieces, and listening to the afflictions of her husband. He was hard to open up at first, she admits. But with time, with gentle care, steadily the prince would tell her of his ancestors, of his colossal dragon, of his mother and sister.

Though, there was one thing he seemed unbent on, the gnawing insecurity which ruined his countenance, at least that’s how the prince thought of it. In his lady’s opinion it was a striking mystery which allured her to the depths of her being.

The center of many a story, where most of the time the prince is a cruel perpetrator of awful violence, the jewel set behind a wall of leather, the patch and the scar that painted the fair face of Aemond Targaryen. It was a forbidden subject, one guarded so well its mere existence seemed unreal at times. His lady wife understood, with time, he’d tell, she would often think.

It was now that Aemond would start to hate the fast feet of the dark lady of the night. How swiftly she would pull the strings of late hours, and steal his precious time with his lady. Buried in obligations and documents, the prince would wane away in his chancery. Locked away from the joy of being with his wife.

Unfortunately, now was one of those nights. Aemonds’s hopes of being with his lady faded away as he traversed the dark corridors of the Red Keep. The prince realized he was right as he opened the dark mahogany doors of their chamber. All candles put out, a soft blue hue painting the room. The white linen curtains dancing with the gentle summer breeze as their partner, the faint smell of lavender lingering in the air.

His heart sang and twisted as he saw her, sprawled out gently on the bed. Hair laid out as a maze of tree roots on the satin pillow, light sleeping gown alluding to the beauty of her body. An opened book next to her – a futile attempt to pass the time until Aemond would come back. She was the picture of sublimity in his eyes, the Maiden could only envy her. She made his blood run hot and mind turn blank.

The prince’s thoughts were harshly interrupted by a rumble of thunder from outside. Realizing he was still at the front door, he gently closed it and went to the terrace. A light rain had started washing away the stuffy summer air. The prince’s hands found purchase on the delicate marble parapet. Aemond’s eye scorched the planes of King’s Landing, seeming to be lost in thought. If it was day time, he could see Vhagar from here in the outskirts of the city.

Aemond disliked weather like this, and in the deep belly of this point at night. It was bound to conjure up vexatious thoughts. As his good eye found the top of a building to lose his gaze in, his mind roared. In times like this, confusing the sound of rain droplets with the ones of blood was easy. He felt a mere boy of thirteen once again, grotesquely crouched down on the floor at Driftmark, clutching at his lost eye, eardrums burning with screams. Hearing the delicate drops of his blood hit the floor.

Thunder soared as Aemond gripped the parapet harder, hair slick with rain water and jerkin wet. His eye fell heavy as his scar felt it might open raw every moment. White hot rage ran through his veins as a furious thunderbolt. Vhagar’s infernal roar could be heard echoing in the mirky sky. This state of borderline frenzy was an endless loop of fury which he often found himself in.

Suddenly a pair of delicate arms disturbed the prince’s trance as they rested around his waist.

“It is only me, my prince.” A melodious voice echoed in his ears.

Aemond fought with everything not to tremble in his wife’s grasp, ferociously shutting his eye, not having the courage to face her.

“You will get cold out here, my lady. I couldn’t bear it If you were to fall sick on my behalf.” The prince tried to persuade her, not wanting to drag her into the depths of his ruinous mind.

Her grasp on him became harder, as the lady rest her forehead on the wet leather on Aemond’s back. A direct act of her strong volition, she knew the battles her husband fought alone – out in the open and in his head. She could be by his side in this one, she would never abandon him.

“As will you, Aemond.” She felt him tremble in her grip.

“I never liked storms as well, especially as a child. I would hide under my mother’s covers as the thunder would rage outside.” She gave out a slight huff, trying to put him at ease.

At moments like this he would always shut her off. Though she never persisted, it never irked her. His lady was more than content to sit in silence, be there for him as much as he allowed her.

Both stood as the wind blew and the sky wept over them for some time. Aemond carefully turned around as he gently grasped the forearms of his lady wife and witnessed her dejected countenance. The prince despised himself for making her feel this way. Her wet hair sticking to her forehead as her lashes glistened with rain drops.

“How do you think I lost my eye?” Aemond suddenly yelped out, her name falling with the preciseness of a prayer from his lips. It was time he thought, to be done with this nightmare and ask her. He knew how the commonfolk viewed him – a twisted monster from tales which mothers used to scare their children. He knew the ladies in the court were terrified of him. Most importantly, he knew all too well what he thought of himself.

“What me and the others think of you is of no substance, Aemond. What matters is what happened, and only you can tell me that.” She said sorrowfully, beyond pained to see her husband this way.  

She reached a delicate hand to caress his face, thumb following the path of the darkened scar. Her gaze falling from his eye, to his nose and finally his lips.

“What I think is that you’re beautiful, and I pay no attention to children’s tales. I know you for who you are. You are my valiant husband, with piercing evidence for the greatness of his dragon.”

Aemond trembled beneath the vigour of his wife’s words. His face calmed, as he went to remove his eye patch. Her lips fell with admiration as he revealed himself to her.

In the socket of his right eye lay a magnificent sapphire, worthy of a prince. The blue of the stone shines as a pearl would at the bottom of the blackwater. A star in the sky.

Her other hand clasped around his face and she utters as she holds him lovingly “You are as if carved from the Gods of Old Valyria, my love. You are astonishing.”

Aemond’s heart soared as he fully opened himself to her, every crevice and every part of his persona was bared out for her to witness.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

The prince moved to kiss his wife passionately, enveloping her in all his care. His lips met her with a feverishness that made the cold night light with warmth. Her hand moved to his silky moonlit locks and tugged there, as she gave all of herself to him. Aemond caressed her soft cheek as he poured all the love he held for her.

Breaking their embrace in a breathless mess, the prince rested his forehead on hers.

“I love you, my lady.” The prince whispered only for his wife and the rain to hear.

She gave him a chaste kiss in response.

“We could make you new memories. Fond ones.” The prince said hastily to his wife, eager to please her.

The rest of the night was spent on the back of Vhagar, traversing the night skies and the summer rain soaked their clothes, laughs echoing in the water beneath.

[litrpgburrito]

⚠️Spoilers: This blog post contains spoilers for the "Solo Leveling" series. If you haven't caught up with the series, please proceed with caution.

The Ascension of Sung Jinwoo: From the World's Weakest to the Unrivaled Monarch

In the enthralling universe of "Solo Leveling," Sung Jinwoo stands as a testament to the limitless potential that lies within the seemingly ordinary. Once dubbed the weakest hunter, Jinwoo's journey is a riveting tale of growth, power, and the indomitable human spirit. Here, we delve into the myriad of skills, powers, talents, and abilities that mark Jinwoo's evolution into the Shadow Monarch.

The System: A Hunter's Best Ally

Jinwoo's rise begins with the mysterious "System," which grants him the unique ability to level up—a privilege unheard of in the hunter community. This system acts as a personal RPG interface, allowing Jinwoo to gain experience, improve his stats, and learn new skills through combat and completing quests⁴.

A Necromancer's Might: Shadow Extraction and Command

As Jinwoo's prowess grows, he unlocks the necromantic ability of **Shadow Extraction**. This power enables him to raise the shadows of the fallen, creating an ever-growing, loyal army that fights at his command. Each shadow retains the strength and skills of its former life, making Jinwoo's army a formidable force on any battlefield⁴.

The Shadow Monarch: A Legacy of Power

Inheriting the mantle of the Shadow Monarch, Jinwoo gains control over the realm of death itself. His powers reach god-like levels, allowing him to summon and command legions of shadows, including powerful lieutenants like Igris and Tank. This vast army can be used for combat, healing, and even transportation, making Jinwoo a master tactician⁶.

Beyond Physical Limits: Strength, Speed, and Stealth

Jinwoo's physical abilities are nothing short of superhuman. His **strength** and **speed** are unparalleled, allowing him to dispatch enemies with ease. Additionally, his **Stealth** ability renders him invisible to both physical and magical detection, making him an unstoppable force in both assassination and escape⁴.

The Monarch's Domain: A Realm of Shadows

One of Jinwoo's most awe-inspiring abilities is the **Monarch's Domain**. This skill transforms the battlefield into a realm of shadows, enhancing the power of his shadow army and overwhelming his adversaries with the sheer force of his dominion⁶.

Kandiaru's Blessing and Armor Creation: The Shields of the Monarch

For defense, Jinwoo has **Kandiaru's Blessing** for vitality and **Armor Creation** for protection. These abilities not only shield him from harm but also ensure his continued reign as the Shadow Monarch⁶.

The Sprint and the Dagger: The Tools of the Assassin

Jinwoo's arsenal includes skills like **Sprint**, which boosts his already impressive speed, and **Dagger Toss**, a ranged attack that strikes with deadly precision. These abilities, combined with his stealth, make him a lethal assassin⁵.

The Shadow Monarch's Legacy

Sung Jinwoo's tale is one of metamorphosis, from the weakest of hunters to the sovereign of shadows. His abilities, both innate and acquired, paint the picture of a character who defies the odds and rewrites the rules of power. As the Shadow Monarch, Jinwoo stands as a beacon of strength, strategy, and the unyielding will to ascend.

Jinwoo's journey is a captivating saga that resonates with the timeless allure of growth and the pursuit of greatness. His skills, powers, talents, and abilities are a testament to the transformative power of perseverance and the boundless potential that awaits those who dare to level up.

(1) Solo Leveling: Sung Jin Woo's Best Abilities - Game Rant. https://gamerant.com/solo-leveling-sung-jin-woo-best-abilities/.

(2) All Of Jinwoo's Abilities And Powers In Solo Leveling Explained. https://screenrant.com/solo-leveling-jinwoo-all-abilities-shadow-monarch-powers-explained/.

(3) Best Sung Jinwoo build in Solo Leveling Arise: Skills, Arifacts, Stats .... https://www.pcinvasion.com/best-sung-jinwoo-build-in-solo-leveling-arise-skills-arifacts-stats-weapons/.

(4) All of Sung Jinwoo's Powers and Abilities Explained(Solo Leveling). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yitZZjWWEyM.

(5) Every Time Sung Jin Woo's Power Leveled Up - Level 1 to Level 146 | Solo Leveling Explained. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uZEbxvDh9I.

(6) Sung Jinwoo's ENTIRE 10 Million Shadow Army Explained - All The Strongest Powers! | Solo Leveling. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfCsuBoM9hM.

(7) All Of Jinwoo's Abilities And Powers In Solo Leveling Explained. https://mangaxpro.com/all-of-jinwoos-abilities-and-powers-in-solo-leveling-explained.

[weaselandfriends]

Web Original, Recently Witnessed

In a previous post, I mentioned some web fiction I'd recently read. This time, I'll highlight some web original content outside of the literary sphere. While I have some experience with literature, I'm completely untalented in other mediums, so my assessment of this content is no better than a layman's. However, I still thought it worth highlighting.

1. Journey to EPCOT Center: A Symphonic History by Kevin Perjurer (Defunctland)

Perjurer has been putting out excellent documentary-style content on theme parks and their rides for years now, but while his production quality is consistently high, his videos often live or die based on the core level of interest his subject engenders. For instance, his video on notoriously awful ride Superstar Limo (with a general focus on notoriously awful theme park California Adventure) is an incredible watch, while his video on a random assortment of small, local Santa Claus theme parks across America isn't quite so compelling. He's no Jon Bois (of 17776 fame), a documentarian capable of rendering extraordinary seemingly the most banal of subjects.

Journey to EPCOT Center, however, is unlike anything Perjurer has ever put out before. It completely eschews Perjurer's typical voiceover narration style of documentary, instead stitching together music, audio of news reports and press releases, and dramatizations of Disney boardroom meetings to create a seamless narrative. Beyond the unique style and presentation of the piece, however, is the incredible artistry on display in several of the segments. Some of the biggest highlights:

12:00 to 16:14: A neon light animation detailing the vision and plan of EPCOT, which gradually transforms into a 3D map that the camera travels through

16:52 to 21:03: An impressively animated series of newspaper articles detailing Disney's struggles finding signatories for its world showcase; the video comments indicate some shots of the moving newspapers were created practically, with Lego conveyer belts

38:46 to 44:27: A puppet show dramatizing Disney's efforts to seek international sponsors

There are numerous other impressive, inventive, and creative segments as well, with unique animation and visual styles. The video rarely repeats the same trick twice.

The funniest part is that all of this is in service to a topic I would personally consider quite boring. EPCOT is such a Disney-buffs-only type of subject, neither Disney's greatest success nor its greatest failure. The incredible skill on display is all aimed toward depicting a fairly corporate, backroom-style story about men in suits trying to secure handshakes. There's an almost propagandistic feel to it, an extolling of capitalist bigwigs that feels completely at odds with Perjurer's visionary style.

In a way, it's reminiscent of United Passions, a FIFA propaganda film meant to make its executives look good in the wake of real-life controversy. On the other hand, though, Perjurer's exceedingly loving depiction is appropriate for Walt Disney's final passion project, Disney himself being a man who, for better or for worse, was as much of a dreamer and visionary as he was a cutthroat businessman. EPCOT, as the video tells you, was designed as an optimistic reaffirmation of the American free enterprise project, and as a complement to that vision Perjurer's video could not be more accurate. Unlike United Passions, this video was also made independently, not financed by Disney to make itself look good in the eyes of the public. Metatextually, it poses a fascinating question: Is there value to corporate art? Can a corporation create something of true beauty? Perjurer's video suggests it can.

2. The Mind Electric Animation - Lonely-Man's Lazarus by Daisy

Perjurer is probably familiar to many of my readers, so this next entry is more obscure, something I stumbled on almost by chance.

A friend of mine is big into animatics, which as far as YouTube is concerned is about setting music (usually Broadway or Disney musical numbers) to sketchy, storyboard-style art. I'm not a major Broadway fan in general, so these have never appealed to me much, although I've been shown several.

This one, though, rather generically titled "The Mind Electric Animation" (after the song it features), caught me entirely off guard. The first notable element is that the animation is monstrously more fluid than a typical animatic, though it retains the sketchy/storyboard art style and traditional animatic sensibilities toward character design (very "Tumblr," if I had to put a word on it). Secondly, the music, rather than being from Hamilton or Heathers or some other popular musical, is from the itself rather arcane album Hawaii: Part II by Joe Hawley (under the name ミラクルミュージカル). Hawaii: Part II is, as far as I can tell, a concept album detailing the story of a man who goes insane after his girlfriend is murdered (possibly by himself), with a strange secondary subtext of possibly being metaphorical for the 9/11 terrorist attacks. The lyrics are certainly open to interpretation.

The animatic combines these elements with heavy inspiration from a different concept album, potentially the most famous one ever made: Pink Floyd's The Wall, with specific nods to the film adaptation's animations for The Trial and Empty Spaces. There is no skimping on detail, with some sequences absolutely bursting with bizarre visuals. The ultimate result is absolutely trippy, abstract, and surreal, which are some of my favorite things for something to be.

Regardless, it's an impressive work of animation for a single person to make; the video description states it took 15 months, which is more time than I've spent on any one of even my longest works. The creator themselves is somewhat enigmatic from what I could tell, despite having a whole host of social media platforms. They seem to be working on a web comic, but trying to find any concrete information on what it is actually about was difficult. Nonetheless, whoever made this certainly has an abundance of creative vision and talent. Though I've seen skilled artists sit down to create something narrative before and flub it utterly (an example that comes to mind is Ava's Demon), so who knows if what is on display in this animation will make it into that web comic. Even if it doesn't, the animation by itself is incredible, so check it out.

3. The Skibidi Toilet podcast guys are for real by Mikhail Klimentov / Built By Gamers in general

Built By Gamers has been on my radar for some time (ever since seeing this video) as an absolute masterclass of performance art. The voice, the emphasis, the little oddities here and there, the way the two hosts so often ignore direct questions posed by one another, it creates something inimitably uncanny. This interview by Mikhail Klimentov, who I am familiar with primarily through his esports journalism, only adds new layers to what was already a convoluted question of irony and sincerity.

There are a few concrete insights, most shockingly to me that the creators of Built By Gamers (Todd Searle and Peter Armendariz) got their start in esports. But despite the title that seems to clearly suggest their videos are sincere, the actual interview is far less conclusive. For instance, this exchange:

It's evident to me that you guys take this very seriously. You feel as though there's a lot of craft behind these videos. Tell me about the stuff that a viewer won't see: the behind-the-scenes stuff that you're thinking about as you're working on these videos. Armendariz: A lot of people think it's ChatGPT. That's a big thing that people think that we do. But a lot of it is actually well crafted, through hours — like we'll spend hours on one script and really thinking about how we can get someone to react. It doesn't matter if it's them laughing, if it's them feeling sad, or them hating on one of us, our main goal in our videos is to get someone to feel something. The hard truth is that people don't realize how many hours we spend on one video to get that one line. I think that's what people don't really understand. We’ll spend like two hours on one line. Searle: Our tone, like how we talk — it’s on purpose. I have to get into character for it. Armendariz: Todd has a voice, bro! He didn't think he'd be good at telling stories, and I have him tell every single story because he has this campfire story voice. And sometimes he'll hit a line and I'm like, “No, no, you’ve got to hit it harder.” And we'll spend like 30 minutes trying to hit the line, or hitting the hook just the right way.

Followed immediately by:

People really don't know what to make of you guys. They don't have a sense of whether you're serious, whether you're in on the joke, whether there's a joke at all. I'm curious if you can clear that up. Searle: We want it to be everything you just said. We want people to think we're serious. We want camps of people who don't think we're serious. People who think that we're A.I. We kind of want to keep it, I guess, vague in that regard. Like we want you to believe… what we are — and that's OK. Armendariz: I think sometimes we'll play into different communities. So, like, some people will say, ‘You guys sound like you got brain surgery.’ So then we’ll make the most cringey video that's like super brain-rot, you know? We just kind of mess around and have fun.

So are they just messing around and having fun, or are they spending hours trying to nail specific lines just right? Are they sincerely trying to tell a story that gets an emotional reaction or are they just trolling, which also gets an emotional reaction? The biggest troll of the interview, targeted specifically at me, was this response:

Can you tell me what those writing principles are? Armendariz: I think a big writing principle that everyone should follow is, it's really important to show, don't tell.

People who have talked to me elsewhere know I am a massive enthusiast of the ubiquitous Mr. Beast, not necessarily because I like his content (though I do think he puts together some strong game show/Wipeout-style videos), but because of the story behind him: That he is an extreme, almost insufferable perfectionist, who analyzes video success and failure to a scientific degree, doing experiments with thumbnails, video lengths, et cetera, all to take detailed assessments of the results and perfectly calibrate his videos in mathematical fashion. It's a type of rigor that flies in the face of the casual, wastefully generous persona he cultivates in his videos proper.

I think many people have this innate idea that a work of art's quality is somehow tied to the effort expended to produce it. (Even I have it. Notice how for both of the first two entries in this post I mention the effort or time or craftsmanship of the work in question.) This is the kind of sensibility that causes a layman, who knows nothing about painting, to prefer a Caravaggio to a Rothko. But this sensibility is both conceptually and often practically wrong; Rothko, for instance, engineered his own paints, creating custom blends of materials (including non-paint material, like egg) to form paints of a perfectly specific color or gloss or sheen, a process often completely unseen by a casual glance at the finished work.

Subsequently, there's a reason they're called writer's workshops, that writing is so often described as a craft: It's an attempt to imbue writing with a sense of effort that makes it more palatable. The stereotype extends to the artist who sneers at quote-unquote "low" art, thinking "If I was willing to lower myself, I could create that slop and make millions too." In my experience, though, the people creating this "low" art are often expending absurd amounts of effort and exhibiting incredible skill to create something perfectly engineered for success. I, certainly, have found zero success in attempting to broaden my own audience, even when I make attempts at it; it's not something that's easier to do if you're just willing to try.

I also increasingly fail to believe in the stereotype of the miserable cynic artist who creates something they think is garbage because they know that'll be most popular. Those people don't last long; those who succeed in the popular sphere are people who are genuinely passionate about what they create, even if it looks like dreck to everyone else (including the millions who consume it).

I've been kicking around an idea for a story about Mr. Beast for some time now, exploring these concepts in even greater depth. That won't happen in the immediate future, but it's something to look out for.

[as-the-stars-foretold]

deep vein thrombosis

The first thing Will felt as he came out of his daze was pain. Sharp, exacting pain stabbing away at his calf, like searing hot needles being pumped in and out. The second thing he felt was the cold infirmary floor coming up to meet his hands as he fell, knees buckling. This was a familiar sight for the med staff of Camp Half-Blood: one of them falling to the floor, dazed and confused and aching. The manipulation of human flesh took its toll, no matter how skilled you were.

Will, especially, was more than used to this. It was almost comforting, in some strange measure. The shake in his legs as he pushed himself up, the pallor of his sun-kissed skin as he squinted at his hands, willing the glow to die down— it was all a sign of a job well done. Of a job he could be proud of. Of course, many-a-patient would argue that he could be proud of any job, and he would just nod along happily. Of course William Solace could be proud of his work, it was in his name after all.

Solace.

The dizzying rush of being in the infirmary, the ever-changing tide of medicine, the blood rushing in their ears— he knew, acutely, how much of a comfort it all was. He knew how much they relished being taken care of down to the marrow, down to the cell, because the infirmary was never empty. He would not venture to say that campers got injured on purpose, because he knew the bitterness that would seep into his work, crawling up their arms and legs like streaking lymphangitis, like rabies working its way through neuron after neuron.

Besides, he considered as Kayla whisked away the nameless patient–Will would remember their name eventually, when he remembered that he cared enough to bother–, no one actually enjoyed getting rendered apart limb by limb. And they certainly knew better than getting injured for the sake of a day off. Everyone knew the aftereffects of Will’s healing.

It begins like this: emptiness. Blood absent where it should be present, the gaping hole left by a horn or tusk patched with no warning to the nerves, absolute and perfect reconstruction. Too perfect, Will would deign to argue, but that was his father’s jurisdiction. Will just enacted his will.

Then came the second struggle: remembrance. There was a moment after every trip to the infirmary, with blood pooling on Will’s scrubs, where the patient’s nervous system remembered. Then the screaming began, the misfiring of neurons trying to alert a response to something that had been removed. For one, he had gotten used to filtering out the weeping and begging, focusing on mitigating the wrongful inflammation that threatened to undo all of his hard work.

And, finally, like a decrescendo to the awful opera that is Apollonian healing: pressure. It was like the desperate, franting beating of the heart under tamponade; the stinging of a broken leg holding up your body weight; the bruising pressure of water on the brain. It was a task for both the med staff and the patient, really. Will and Kayla and Austin could not do much to release the pressure–there was no blister to drain, no bubble to pop, and certainly no surgery to be done–, so they just gave the not-so-happy camper a dose of ibuprofen and took a hit themselves.

Then, in the end, solace. Their nerves would realize there was nothing–at least, nothing that would kill–amiss, the pressure would dissipate, and the med staff would be able to release another patient.

It was a perfect progression. Perfect enough that Will could impose a diagram of bone stitching itself back together naturally and be none the wiser. Only he was wiser, and, swaying where he stood, he dimly wondered why that wasn’t his healing progression.

Why didn’t William get the easy, predictable healing process that he bestowed upon everyone else? Why did the pressure never dissipate, why did he never wean off of fumes? Why did the hurt never disappear, why did his nerves never stop firing, why did he have to fight through the shaking in his hands to clean up splotches of blood on his brand new scrubs? Why did he have to learn to embroider ceremonial shrouds? Why did he have to return to an empty cabin after days in an overflowing infirmary? Why did he have to stand still for hours upon hours, craning his neck during surgery and deliveries and healing incantations? Why didn’t he have compression stockings, at least?

He treated deep vein thrombosis; he didn’t want to develop it.

Will could alleviate it in a matter of seconds, of course–it was just a quick anabolic hymn, or maybe a lysosome hymn–, but that didn’t erase the hurt. The pressure. The cardiac tamponade, the lurching of his stomach, the phantom limb pain that wasn’t really there for a limb, but it might as well have been.

Gods help him, William Solace may have just passed out right then and there, feeling as if a blood clot had just shot up to his brain. Lodged in his heart. A step forward. Then another. Get the blood pumping, pumping, pumping— there it is, clarity. The ash-grey of his skin, the faint golden glow of his hands. Clarity, sunlit and burnt.

“Camper from Hypnos’s cabin!” someone called, stumbling over the rickety gurney’s uneven roll. “Hit their head pretty hard during rock climbing, but there’s no obvious signs of damage. Conscious, alert, and oriented.”

He sighed, snapping on a new sterile pair of gloves.

The first thing he felt was dazed pain.

[fistsoflightning]

message with a bottle

ffxivwrite2023 01: ENVOY a messenger or representative.

how’d i end up with a letter fic?? erenville & alle. 748 wc.

His payment for services rendered found him not long after he’d checked the last requisition off his list and stored it in his pack at the hands of an adventurer.

“Begging your pardon, sir, but I believe I’ve a delivery for you!” The adventurer—looking rather ruffled, perhaps from the long trek between here and the closest town—pulled out a letter with no envelope sealed by unstamped wax and a small bottle no larger than his palm from her pack. Though he didn’t recognize the bottle, other than it being a common piece of glassware sold back in Sharlayan, he caught sight of the ink stamp on the letter’s back and smiled.

“Thank you,” he said, taking both the letter and the bottle from their hands. “I’m afraid I’ve little to reward you with, at the moment.”

“Oh, no need, sir,” she said, waving her hands. “I was paid by the lady beforehand—quite generously! I was almost afraid I’d have to find you knee-deep in monsters.”

With that, the adventurer left, ready to trek back out into the humid jungle haphazardly before he could warn her about the bugs being more active and irritable at this hour thanks to the floral bloom. Usual adventurer bravado, hopefully with the skill to back it up.

He’d give it a good half a bell before trying to leave, himself—with little else to do or plan, he pried open the wax seal on the letter and sat down to read.

TO E;

Here’s your proof of life.

I found her. The “ears” made it rather easy, thankfully. ^-^

At first she didn’t seem to trust me, but I suppose Archon marks can serve more than one purpose—never expected to get interrogated about my thesis so far from home. It was refreshing to be allowed to thoroughly explain myself, for once.

She left in a rush to respond to a call from the Scions—turns out the rumors of their downfall were exaggerated—and the Warriors of Light. Plural, as in possibly more than a dozen. A very curious bunch. They were quick to accept me into the fold upon seeing me at her side, and seem to be searching for a number of their members, as if there weren’t enough of them. Soon enough I suspect I’ll find myself in extreme excess of company where before I was lacking.

The prospect is… frightening? Perhaps that’s not the word for it. But—not to sound like some sap—even though I’m glad to be away, I miss our table overlooking the harbor, often.

At least the food here is comparable. Some of my fellow scholars at the Studium had nearly convinced me that food was meant to taste offensive, and that the Last Stand was the anomaly.

Very intriguing to see the once-New-Sharlayan for myself now that I’m old enough to remember. Lots of goblins and adventurers here now, if you haven’t been. They’ve certainly renovated the place—though they’ve kept a nice plaza free from “gobbie brainthoughts, pshkohh”. (Does the Studium offer lessons on gobbiespeak? You’d think I’d know, but I don’t. If not, they should think about it.)

I hate that it’s true that exercise and fresh air make you feel better. Utterly awful. Why can’t my body simply adapt to a more sedentary lifestyle? Stop laughing, that’s rude.

It’s likely unsafe for me to keep in touch—did you know that the Bibliothecs have no qualms about sending assassins overseas should it best suit their interests—but if you ever want for an ear (or pair of eyes, I suppose) to receive another scathing critique of the gleaner’s life, direct your letters to a Tataru Taru in Aldenard through a postmoogle. She is the Scions’ secretary, if I’ve understood correctly.

Don’t let that oversized plant you’re after get you with its sap—if it’s the seedkin I believe it to be, it’ll do something awful to your aetheric balance should even a few droplets get on your skin and you’ll be ill for weeks. Better not to question how I know, just that I do from a look at your current list of assignments. I’ve sent along some medicine should the worst come to fruition, if my warning is a touch too late.

Travel safe. By Thaliak’s grace may the waters you sail over be smooth.

Oh, and—thank you. Truly. The world would sooner end ere I forget the good you’ve done me.

ALLE.

[harinikhb30]

Cloud Aspirations: The Optimal AWS Certification for Fresh Entrants

Introduction: Setting Sail into the Cloud Horizon

In the ever-expansive world of cloud computing, AWS emerges as a guiding force, beckoning individuals with a myriad of opportunities to carve their niche in this burgeoning industry. For newcomers eager to embark on a cloud-centric journey, the choice of the right AWS certification serves as a pivotal decision. One certification, often hailed for its adaptability and foundational wisdom, is the AWS Certified Solutions Architect - Associate. With the aid of AWS Training in Pune, professionals can acquire the expertise needed to harness AWS capabilities across diverse applications and industries.

Exploring the Preferred Starting Point: AWS Certified Solutions Architect - Associate

Dive into why this certification is deemed the ideal launchpad for newcomers aspiring to secure a foothold in the domain of cloud computing.

1. Establishing the Bedrock with AWS Certified Solutions Architect - Associate:

Functioning as an entry point, the certification lays a robust foundation in AWS services and architectural best practices. It equips individuals with the indispensable skills necessary to conceive scalable, secure, and cost-effective solutions on the AWS platform.

2. Meeting Industry Demands:

Employers actively seek professionals adept at designing and implementing AWS solutions. The Solutions Architect certification, finely tuned to job roles, aligns seamlessly with industry demands, rendering certified individuals highly coveted in the job market.

3. Application-Oriented Learning for Real-world Challenges:

This certification places emphasis on practical application, ensuring certified individuals not only comprehend theoretical concepts but also wield the ability to apply this knowledge to real-world scenarios. The practical approach hones problem-solving skills, preparing candidates for the challenges encountered in professional landscapes.

4. Versatility Across Industry Spectrums:

Skills acquired through the AWS Certified Solutions Architect - Associate certification are versatile and applicable across diverse industries—be it finance, healthcare, or technology. The imbibed principles are invaluable, empowering newcomers to explore varied career trajectories within AWS. To delve deeper into AWS intricacies and unlock its full potential, individuals can find enrichment through enrolling in the Finest AWS Online Training.

5. Accessible Entry for Novice Professionals:

In contrast to some advanced certifications demanding extensive experience, the Solutions Architect - Associate certification is accessible for entry-level professionals. While a basic grasp of cloud concepts proves beneficial, the certification is thoughtfully crafted to provide foundational knowledge to individuals taking their initial steps into AWS.

Charting a Path for Career Advancements:

A certified AWS Solutions Architect - Associate not only gains a competitive edge in the job market but also lays the groundwork for future career advancements within the AWS ecosystem. Serving as a stepping stone, this certification swings open doors to more specialized and advanced certifications as individuals accumulate hands-on experience.

Conclusion: Gateway to a Cloud-Centric Odyssey:

In conclusion, for aspiring individuals poised to launch a career in cloud computing, the AWS Certified Solutions Architect - Associate certification emerges as a strategic choice. It bestows a holistic understanding of AWS services, architectural best practices, and practical wisdom. As the ever-evolving cloud computing landscape continues its metamorphosis, possessing this certification on your resume positions you as a prized asset in the dynamic and growing field of AWS.

Embark on your cloud journey, absorb the foundational knowledge bestowed by the Solutions Architect - Associate certification, and unlatch the doors to a fulfilling career in the expansive world of Amazon Web Services.

[rhiajanta-cooper]

Natural Landscape Paintings: Capturing the Beauty of the Outdoors

Natural landscape paintings have long held a revered place in the world of art, captivating viewers with their ability to transport them to serene, majestic, and often awe-inspiring outdoor settings. These paintings, which depict the natural world in all its glory, celebrate the beauty of landscapes ranging from tranquil forests and rugged mountains to peaceful seashores and expansive deserts. Through the eyes and techniques of skilled artists, these natural vistas are immortalized on canvas, providing a window into nature's splendor and evoking deep emotional responses.

The Allure of Landscape Paintings

The appeal of natural landscape paintings lies in their capacity to evoke a sense of place and atmosphere. They offer a visual escape, allowing viewers to immerse themselves in scenes that might be far removed from their everyday lives. This connection to nature is deeply ingrained in human consciousness; we are drawn to the serenity, grandeur, and inherent beauty of the natural world.

These paintings often evoke a sense of tranquility and peace, providing a respite from the hustle and bustle of modern life. The depiction of natural light, the play of shadows, and the detailed rendering of flora and fauna create a realistic and immersive experience that can soothe the mind and soul.

Historical Significance

Natural landscape painting has a rich history, dating back to ancient times. However, it truly flourished during the Renaissance, when artists began to explore and celebrate the natural world in greater detail. The genre reached new heights in the 19th century with the Romantic movement, which emphasized emotional intensity and the sublime beauty of nature. Artists such as J.M.W. Turner and Caspar David Friedrich created masterpieces that highlighted the power and majesty of natural landscapes.

The Hudson River School in the United States, led by artists like Thomas Cole and Frederic Edwin Church, further elevated landscape painting by focusing on the untamed beauty of the American wilderness. Their works captured the vastness and diversity of the North American landscape, from lush valleys and towering peaks to dramatic skies and serene waters.

Techniques and Styles

Creating a compelling natural landscape painting requires mastery of various artistic techniques. Artists must skillfully manipulate color, light, and composition to bring their vision to life. The use of light and shadow is particularly important, as it can convey different times of day, weather conditions, and seasons, adding depth and realism to the painting.

Impressionism, with its emphasis on light and color, brought a new dimension to landscape painting in the late 19th century. Artists like Claude Monet and Pierre-Auguste Renoir captured fleeting moments and the ever-changing effects of light on the landscape, often painting en plein air (outdoors) to better observe and depict their subjects.

Contemporary landscape painters continue to innovate, experimenting with various styles and techniques to convey their unique perspectives. Some may choose a hyper-realistic approach, while others might lean towards abstraction, using bold colors and dynamic compositions to evoke the essence of a landscape rather than its precise details.

The Emotional and Environmental Impact

Natural landscape paintings do more than just depict beautiful scenes; they often carry deeper meanings and messages. They can reflect an artist's personal connection to nature, convey environmental concerns, or evoke a sense of nostalgia for untouched, pristine landscapes.

In an age where environmental issues are at the forefront of global discourse, landscape art paintings can serve as powerful reminders of the beauty and fragility of our planet. They encourage viewers to appreciate and protect the natural world, fostering a sense of stewardship and responsibility.

Conclusion

Natural landscape paintings are a testament to the enduring allure of the natural world. Through the skillful use of color, light, and composition, artists create works that not only capture the beauty of outdoor settings but also evoke deep emotional responses. As we continue to face environmental challenges, these paintings remind us of the importance of preserving the natural landscapes that inspire and sustain us. Through the timeless medium of paint on canvas, the splendor of nature is celebrated and preserved for future generations to admire and cherish.

[sanjanabia]

Beyond Hollywood: Exploring the Use of VFX in Unexpected Places

The dazzling visual effects (VFX) that grace our screens in Hollywood blockbusters often leave us awestruck. From the awe-inspiring landscapes of Pandora in "Avatar" to the heart-stopping action sequences in "Avengers: Endgame," VFX has become synonymous with big-budget filmmaking. However, the magic of VFX extends far beyond the realm of Hollywood, quietly shaping and enhancing a diverse range of media and storytelling formats. This blog delves into the fascinating world of VFX beyond Hollywood, exploring its applications in unexpected places and how a VFX course Mumbai can equip you with the skills to contribute to this ever-evolving field.

VFX: More Than Just Explosions and Spaceships

While Hollywood blockbusters showcase the technical prowess of VFX, the true power of this technology lies in its versatility. Here are some ways VFX is used beyond the silver screen:

Documentaries and News: VFX plays a crucial role in documentaries and news programs, enhancing visuals and storytelling. Techniques like compositing and color correction help restore historical footage, visualize complex data, and create compelling narratives. A VFX course can introduce you to the specific techniques used in factual filmmaking and equip you with the skills to create impactful documentaries and news content.

Television and Streaming Services: VFX has become an indispensable tool for television production, adding depth and dimension to shows of all genres. From the fantastical settings in "Game of Thrones" to the historical recreations in "The Crown," VFX enhances immersion and viewer engagement. Enrolling in a VFX course Mumbai can equip you with the skills to thrive in the fast-paced world of television production.

Advertising and Marketing: VFX plays a significant role in creating visually stunning and engaging advertising campaigns. From product visualizations to elaborate set designs, VFX captures attention and conveys brand messages more effectively. A VFX course can equip you with the skills to create captivating visuals for commercials, social media campaigns, and other marketing materials.

Live Events and Entertainment: VFX is increasingly used in live events, concerts, and stage productions. From creating immersive backdrops to visualizing complex stage elements, VFX elevates the audience experience. A VFX course can provide insights into the specific techniques used in live events and prepare you to contribute to this dynamic field.

Architecture and Design: VFX plays a role in architectural visualization, allowing architects and designers to create realistic 3D models and virtual walkthroughs of proposed structures. This not only enhances communication with clients but also streamlines the design process. A VFX course Mumbai might offer specialized modules on architectural visualization, equipping you with the skills to create compelling visuals for the design industry.

The Evolving Landscape of VFX Applications

The applications of VFX are constantly expanding, fueled by technological advancements and growing demand. Here's a glimpse into the future:

Virtual Reality (VR) and Augmented Reality (AR): VFX plays a crucial role in creating immersive VR and AR experiences. A VFX course Mumbai can introduce you to the specific techniques used for VR/AR content creation, preparing you for a career at the forefront of emerging technologies.

Real-Time VFX: Real-time rendering technologies are allowing for the use of VFX in live broadcasts and gaming, blurring the lines between reality and simulation. A VFX training course might offer training on real-time rendering tools, equipping you with the skills to contribute to this rapidly evolving area.

Accessibility and Inclusion: VFX can be used to create more inclusive content by removing physical barriers or adding visual elements that enhance accessibility for viewers with disabilities. A VFX course Mumbai can introduce you to the ethical considerations of VFX and its potential to create more inclusive media experiences.

As technology continues to evolve, the possibilities for utilizing VFX will only expand. A VFX course Mumbai can provide a strong foundation in the core principles and techniques of VFX, preparing you to adapt and excel in this dynamic and ever-changing field.

Conclusion: A World Beyond Hollywood Blockbusters

The world of VFX is far more extensive than its portrayal in Hollywood. It's a versatile tool used across various media and industries, shaping our visual experiences in unexpected ways. By honing your skills through a VFX course Mumbai, you can become part of this dynamic field and contribute to the creation of captivating visuals that inform, entertain, and inspire.

Here are some additional points to consider:

The Importance of Storytelling: Regardless of the application, VFX serves the ultimate purpose of enhancing storytelling. A VFX course Mumbai can equip you with a strong understanding of storytelling principles, enabling you to create visuals that seamlessly integrate with the narrative.

Lifelong Learning: The VFX industry is constantly evolving. A VFX course can provide you with the foundational skills and knowledge, but a commitment to lifelong learning is crucial for staying updated on the latest software, tools, and trends.

Building a Strong Portfolio: A strong portfolio showcasing your VFX skills is essential for landing a job in the industry. A VFX course can offer guidance on portfolio development and presentation strategies to impress potential employers.

The world of VFX is a realm of boundless creativity and technical ingenuity. By delving into this exciting field, you can unlock your potential to become a skilled VFX artist and contribute to the magic that goes beyond the silver screen. Are you ready to embark on your journey into the captivating world of VFX? Enroll in a VFX course in Mumbai today and transform your passion into a fulfilling career!

[maacsatara]

VFX in Science Fiction: Pushing Boundaries in Futuristic Film and TV

In Pune, home to a burgeoning animation and VFX industry, the MAAC Academy serves as a beacon of excellence for aspiring artists looking to carve out a niche in this competitive field. With its comprehensive curriculum, industry-experienced faculty, and state-of-the-art facilities, MAAC Academy provides aspiring VFX artists with the tools and training they need to succeed in the fast-paced world of visual effects.

In the realm of science fiction, VFX play a crucial role in creating immersive and believable environments that transport audiences to distant galaxies, alien planets, and high-tech futures. Whether it's the towering skyscrapers of a futuristic cityscape, the sleek spaceships of an interstellar voyage, or the bizarre creatures of a distant alien world, VFX artists use their skills and imagination to realize the visions of filmmakers and storytellers on the screen.

One of the hallmarks of science fiction is its ability to inspire wonder and awe, and VFX play a key role in bringing that sense of wonder to life. Whether it's the breathtaking vistas of a distant planet, the awe-inspiring scale of a space station, or the intricate details of a futuristic gadget, VFX artists use their creativity and technical prowess to create visuals that are both visually stunning and emotionally resonant.

But VFX in science fiction isn't just about creating spectacle—it's also about storytelling. From the epic battles of galactic wars to the intimate moments between characters, VFX artists work closely with filmmakers to enhance the narrative and bring the story to life in ways that wouldn't be possible with practical effects alone. Whether it's adding subtle digital enhancements to a practical set or creating entirely digital environments and characters, VFX artists use their skills to help filmmakers realize their creative vision and engage audiences on a deeper level.

One of the most exciting aspects of VFX in science fiction is its ability to push the boundaries of what is possible on the screen. From groundbreaking visual effects techniques to cutting-edge CGI technology, VFX artists are constantly pushing the limits of what can be achieved in the world of digital filmmaking. Whether it's creating photorealistic characters and creatures, simulating complex physics and dynamics, or crafting immersive virtual environments, VFX artists are at the forefront of innovation in the industry, pushing the boundaries of what is possible and inspiring future generations of filmmakers and artists.

In recent years, advancements in technology have opened up new possibilities for VFX in science fiction, allowing filmmakers to create more realistic and immersive worlds than ever before. From the use of virtual production techniques to real-time rendering technology, VFX artists are finding new ways to bring their visions to life on the screen, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy in ways that were once unimaginable.

But perhaps the true magic of VFX in science fiction lies in its ability to inspire wonder and imagination in audiences of all ages. Whether it's the awe-inspiring vistas of a distant alien world, the heart-pounding action of a space battle, or the emotional depth of a character-driven story, VFX in science fiction has the power to transport viewers to new worlds and ignite their imaginations in ways that few other mediums can.

In conclusion, VFX in science fiction is a testament to the power of imagination and creativity in filmmaking. From creating immersive worlds and breathtaking visuals to enhancing storytelling and pushing the boundaries of what is possible on the screen, VFX artists play a crucial role in bringing the fantastical worlds of science fiction to life. As technology continues to evolve and new creative possibilities emerge, the future of VFX in science fiction looks brighter than ever, promising even more awe-inspiring adventures and unforgettable moments on the screen.

[danieljmkbk]

Unveiling the Power and Stealth of the B2 Bomber Jet 8100

In the realm of military aviation, few aircraft evoke the same awe and intrigue as the b2 bomber jet 8100. Revered for its groundbreaking stealth capabilities, unparalleled precision, and formidable power, the B2 Bomber Jet 8100 stands as a testament to human ingenuity and technological advancement in the field of aerial warfare.

The Evolution of Stealth Aviation

The genesis of the B2 Bomber Jet 8100 traces back to the Cold War era when the United States sought to establish air superiority through cutting-edge technology. The concept of stealth aviation revolutionized traditional warfare tactics, enabling aircraft to penetrate enemy defenses undetected and execute precision strikes with impunity.

Engineering Marvel: Unraveling the Design

At the heart of the B2 Bomber Jet 8100 lies a marvel of engineering ingenuity. Crafted from advanced composite materials and coated with radar-absorbent paint, the aircraft’s sleek contours and angular edges deflect radar signals, rendering it virtually invisible to enemy detection systems. Its distinctive flying-wing design minimizes radar cross-section, allowing it to slip past enemy defenses with ease.

Power and Performance: Pushing the Boundaries of Flight

Equipped with state-of-the-art propulsion systems, the B2 Bomber Jet 8100 boasts unparalleled speed, range, and endurance. Powered by four turbofan engines, each generating over 17,000 pounds of thrust, the aircraft can soar to altitudes exceeding 50,000 feet and traverse vast distances without refueling, making it a formidable force projection tool in any theater of operations.

Precision Strikes: The Art of Surgical Warfare

Central to the B2 Bomber Jet 8100’s combat prowess is its ability to deliver precision strikes with surgical precision. Armed with a versatile arsenal of guided munitions, including JDAMs (Joint Direct Attack Munitions) and B61 nuclear bombs, the aircraft can strike targets with pinpoint accuracy, neutralizing threats swiftly and decisively while minimizing collateral damage.

Beyond the Battlefield: Versatility in Action

While primarily designed for strategic bombing missions, the B2 Bomber Jet 8100 showcases remarkable versatility across a spectrum of operational roles. From reconnaissance and surveillance to electronic warfare and humanitarian assistance, the aircraft’s adaptability underscores its status as a multi-dimensional asset in the modern military arsenal.

The Human Element: Pilots of the Stealth Frontier

Behind the cutting-edge technology and formidable capabilities of the B2 Bomber Jet 8100 lies the dedication and expertise of its human operators. Skilled pilots undergo rigorous training regimens to master the intricacies of stealth flight, honing their instincts and reflexes to navigate complex missions with unwavering precision and professionalism.

Secrecy and Security: Shrouded in Mystery

Despite its iconic status, much of the B2 Bomber Jet 8100’s operational capabilities remain shrouded in secrecy. Guarded by layers of classification and stringent security protocols, the aircraft symbolizes the enduring commitment to safeguarding national interests and maintaining strategic deterrence in an ever-evolving global landscape.

The Future of Stealth Aviation: Innovations on the Horizon

As technology continues to evolve, so too will the capabilities of stealth aviation. From advancements in stealth materials and sensor technology to the integration of artificial intelligence and unmanned systems, the future promises new frontiers of innovation and capability enhancement for the B2 Bomber Jet 8100 and its successors.

Conclusion: A Symbol of Excellence and Resolve

In an era defined by rapid technological advancement and geopolitical uncertainty, the b2 bomber jet 8100 stands as a symbol of excellence, innovation, and national resolve. From its pioneering stealth design to its unrivaled precision and power, the aircraft embodies the culmination of decades of research, development, and strategic vision.

As the vanguard of modern aerial warfare, the B2 Bomber Jet 8100 continues to inspire awe and admiration, reminding us of the boundless potential of human ingenuity in the pursuit of peace through strength.

In the annals of aviation history, the legacy of the B2 Bomber Jet 8100 will endure as a testament to the enduring spirit of innovation and exploration that defines the human quest for mastery of the skies.

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What if Arya didn't actually kill the REAL Night King, like in the show? What if she killed... the real king's son? What if Bloodraven made all this happen to become King through Bran? These characters are from A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin... but I thought of this plot twist.

Arya sat in her captain’s chambers as the storm raged outside her cabin door. Even though she could still see the lightning flashes and the crashing waves from inside her quarters, the way she slammed her door was as if she were slamming the door in the tempest’s face herself. A bold crack of lightning took her back to Winterfell and Bran sitting under the wierwood tree. She shivered at the thought, as if she could still feel the cold from the Ice King.

Ever since she slayed the Night King, she’s been having the same dream. It’s not every night, but it’s frequent enough that she now draws sketches of scenes that only exist in her slumber. Once, when Arya was asked by one of her crew members why she made sketches of such monstrosities, she just shrugged and said “Maybe drawing them out while I am awake will stop me from dreaming them when I am asleep.”

Arya argued that Targaryens were infamous for visions and dreams and prophecy. After all, she killed the Night King herself with the very blade that Aegon the Conqueror had his Ice and Fire prophecy etched into. She shivered and then shivered again when the thought came to her.

What if the Night King isn’t dead, really? If Jon could be killed and resurrected, why couldn’t the Night King be resurrected? But I saw him shatter into a million and one pieces of broken ice when I stuck him with the pointy end. I killed him. I brought an end to him, not the other way around.

Arya would often overthink things. She would overthink so much that she would get herself all but convinced the real Long Night is still to come, that she needs to turn her ship around and go back to fight with – more so for – Winterfell. That Bran would need her from King’s Landing. Jon, the rightful king, would need her skills at the Wall. Yet, still, she would not turn her ships around.

Her ship was built not long after the Settlement of the Seven Kingdoms. Bran the Broken, whom she only referred to as ‘Bran, my brother’, had issued its building and even made her exploration an official order of royal decree. Arya would be required to return with 75% of her treasures and wealth to render back to the Crown Estate. She kept the remaining 25%, of course. For which she would be paying her crew, continuing her missions, maintaining her ship, and anything else she saw fit.

Suddenly, Arya realized she must’ve fallen asleep. She was no longer in her quarters on her ship. She was back in King’s Landing, the day her lord father Eddard had been beheaded by the Bastard King Joffrey.

The Bastard Kings; Joffrey and Tommen had been called that by highborn and smallfolk alike after the Settlement of the Seven. It made no matter to her. She never got to mark any of their names off her list by her own rite; Cersei allegedly died under a shower of stones and in the arms of her brotherly lover, Ser Jaime. Ser Jaime died the same way as Cersei, allegedly.

She watched this time as she saw her father’s head hit the ground. She didn’t hide her face in the Traveling Crow’s chest this time. She watched with eyes wide open. And then, she saw it.

Her father wasn’t dead anymore. He was somehow standing right next to her as his headless body lay up on the stands. Arya looked to the right of her, where her dear father stood. His head was back on his body, but you could see the marks where the sword sliced it clean off. She couldn’t speak. She just stared in awe.

Just as soon as the joy hit, the dread hit, too. ‘Am I dead, father?’ she asked Eddard.

‘No, child, you are not dead. But you have been touched. You are now connected to the same network that Bran your brother uses. You keep having the same dreams, don’t you. It’s why I am here.’ Her father answered her.

‘But why bring me to this moment, now? Father, I do not want to see this again. Please, let us go somewhere else.’ She begged him, as she hated that day worst of all. He told her to watch again, but this time, he wanted her to use her mind and thought to turn the blade into soft wool.

She didn’t know if she could do that, and she wanted to ask Father if he had tried going to Bran before he came to her. Before she could, he answered her as if he could read her mind.

"Yes, I asked Bran. He told me to ask you for him. He said to ask you myself, and if I were strong enough and wise enough to get you to do your part, he said he would gladly do his part. Now, my beloved daughter, will you do your part?" this version of her father asked her.

She agreed to do her part, but she was suspicious and didn’t really expect to get her father back. Her mother had been turned into an evil undead woman bitter from loss and love. What would the trauma turn Eddard into?

She watched again as her father was about to be executed after a set of lies promised by Joffrey the Bastard King. As Ilyn Payne’s sword came swinging down on the back of Eddard Stark’s neck, it turned into a snake.

The viper bit Payne and Joffrey both before the Hound could pull Eddard out of harm’s way and cut off the head of the snake. A viper’s bite can be cured if the person has the antidote on them. It is known that women of Dorne wear crystals of anti-venom around their necks, next to their hearts. So do the men.

But this was King’s Landing, and by the time the closest maester could appear with an antidote, both the king and the executioner were now dead. Eddard Stark was freed after Joffrey revealed his true colors. His own mother counted it a blessing since it stopped the North marching down for war.

She smiled, and she felt strong. But something felt wrong… like a part of her soul was dying inside of her. Like a part of her humanity was just traded for this costly exchange. One that couldn’t truly happen. What was that crashing noise?

Arya must’ve drifted off. She woke up, clearly shaken after having the dream of her dead father guiding her to use magic to change the fate of time. She stood up to stretch after being cramped up in that captain’s chair. She walked over to the glass wall of wonder.

She could see the shadows of sea monsters and sharks alike in the far-off depths of the water. Making part of her boat with fused glass was her favorite feature. For Arya, it was like becoming her own version of a mermaid. She could see the ocean floor while being safe.

Occasionally, she would see something that looked like a humanoid fish person swimming beneath the glass bottom of her quarters. This was the only place in the ship, save for the kitchen floor, where there was so much to see. She would remember the stories of the Deep Ones and shiver.

She stood and stretched her legs and hands, and she clasped her fingers together to cradle the back of her head in her palms. What was she doing out there, really? She had been through so much, and she had no idea what even mattered anymore.