#i know the arms are a little janky don't come for me arms are hard

[feralmoonlight]

Very important. (My own long post got fucking yeeted so shortversion here we go.) I'm actually gonna do a quick experiment, because I am a dumb and I have been curious about midjourney. It has an optional feature called blend. I'm gonna shove 2 of my own pictures together real quick.

These two.

and it's gonna spit out this, which at first glance is a neat little short hand of the two. A little janky, but neat, right?

Definitely a little janky on some but the idea is there. Don't mind the extra arms and legs and very broken anatomy. The pictures I did took me about a collective 12 hours between them. The Sun picture way longer than the Moon one, but still, about 12 hours between them. This quartet of generated pictures took maybe 30 seconds. That VAST difference in time sounds like a life saver at first, becuase WOW, EASY!... however it makes me want to die a little. A lot. Because while yeah, these ones aren't perfect, that's 4 full ass pictures done in a blink compared to me taking multiple days of working on the others. It makes me obsolete. But here's the thing. I made these 'myself' by inputting two pictures... But NEITHER main character is human. The anatomy and style didn't come from just my pictures. Theres elements of other peoples work in there that I have no idea the source. STOLEN works. But hey, quick and easy right? These look cool, creative, a good possible source of inspiration, even if they aren't sold directly or used in some way that's monetized... Except that pool they came from is the problem. THE MORE THIS SHIT HAPPENS the more artists, and WRITERS are gonna stop 'making new content' because it's gonna get scrubbed. We'll keep it to ourselves or just stop all together. Because this is soul crushing. Further, that pool? That big chunk of stolen works that people don't even know have been taken? That'll dry up too. It'll be stuck in the same loops and eventually you'll start seeing the patterns. Once everything about this 'generated art' that's new and shiny and fun wears out, you'll look through sites like Redbubble and Etsy, and Amazon and see how many stickers and prints and books are just AI Generated Barf that's been re-hashed over and over again. Look up 'adult coloring books' and see how many have the exact same broken formats, the 'not quite right' images, the uncanny valley vibe that doesn't come from someone having an art style that's just a little off. The images generated from my own two pieces are cool at first, until you realize that that's just how every prompt will turn into. And if you ever need something specific, you'll be stuck within the bounds of what exists already. Fuck originality. Fuck artists. Fuck writers. Fuck creatives. The only people that are really benefiting from the generative AI 'revolution' are the people running that show. Every other creative outlet is going to get run into the ground because as humans, we can't keep up. We can't compete. When it comes to man vs machine, if we don't get creative protections to keep our hard work from being sucked into it, we're just going to stop.

This is genuinely terrifying to me. I can admit that I can see where SOME ASPECTS of this can be helpful, using it as inspiration when you're stuck on a project, little shit that doesn't actually take over the purpose of artists and writers specifically. I've fucked around with it, I've gently used it to help me with backgrounds for personal things, or to get ideas that I want to try to make myself (specifically a crochet design as a PHOTO image I can try to build in real life and make my own pattern for, things like that). I've used character.ai as a fun little goofy RP relaxation thing... But as a replacement for hiring people, getting commissioned artwork, reading real fanfiction that's had people time and dedication and SOUL put into it... There's no comparison. But people that aren't 'creators' don't understand how much it hurts to have dedicated... fuck, almost 30 years for someone like me into learning how to draw and color and set up compositions for a picture only to have something similar cranked out by an algorithm. IT HAS IT'S PLACE... but deep down, it's just gross and disheartening when it's taken so seriously as a 'new way to make art'.

Can you please just tell us what is wrong with ai and why, I can't find anything from actual industry artists ect online through Google just tech bro type articles. All the tech articles are saying it's a good thing, and every pro I follow refuses to explain how or why it's bad. How am I supposed to know something if nobody will teach me and I can't find it myself

I'll start by saying that the reason pro artists are refusing to answer questions about this is because they are tired. Like, I dont know if anyone actually understands just how exhausting it is to have to justify over and over again why the tech companies that are stealing your work and actively seeking to destroy your craft are 'bad, actually'.

I originally wrote a very longform reply to this ask, but in classic tumblr style the whole thing got eaten, so. I do not have the spoons to rewrite all that shit. Here are some of the sources I linked, I particularly recommend stable diffusion litigation for a thorough breakdown of exactly how generative tools work and why that is theft.

or this video if you are feeling lazy and only want the art-side opening statements:

Everytime you feed someone's work- their art, their writing, their likeness- into Midjourney or Dall-E or Chat GPT you are feeding this monster.

Go forth and educate yourself.

[celestialtrolls-moved]

one emotional wreck of a fish coming right up

her sprites aren’t actually done, but all the main parts are, it’s just stuff like jewellery/alternate clothes/alternate fin positions etc

[crowberri]

Picking up a metaphorical pen after ages of not writing and wrote a short one shot based on this art by @skipppppy and inspired by this fic,, this idea is ang s t y and i live for the angst ehehe… It’s on AO3 but you can read the whole thing under :readmore: here too ((i don’t write a lot ahaha hopefully it doesn’t read janky as shit-

Lingering Malice

Summery: They say in legends, when zoruas were driven out of their homes and perished under the harsh environment of the Albaster Icelands, their souls linger with malice, seeking for vengeance.

Alternatively: Kamado’s done fucked up

!! CW: death, graphic depictions of violence

|| —— { I } —— ||

The snowstorm shows no sign of stopping.

She wanders through the snowfields, cold feet crunching on the snow below. The dark crimson sky looms over the icelands.

It’s not fair. I did everything I was supposed to. Why…

Each slowflake feels like knives slashing across her face. Her entire body aches, the cold bites, yet she walks, and walks, and walks.

Outsider, he said. Never one of them, he told her. Exiled, after risking her life time after time helping them. You are not to return until you find a way to fix the sky. She thought she had earned something through her hard labor. We do not welcome you. She was merely a tool. Disposable once they got everything they wanted out of her. They never saw her as family.

Her vision blur, the tears freeze immediately as they roll down her cheeks. She raises her arm with difficulty to wipe it off. Crying is not an option in this situation.

The wind howls louder and louder, pushing against her tired body. Walking becomes more and more difficult with every step, as if led was strapped onto her legs. Faint cries ring out from the pokeballs hanging off her waist, but she is too numb to hear anything other than her own uneven breath and heartbeat.

She feels her surroundings darken, something is attacking, but her body is too slow to react. A strong force strikes her from behind, she falls onto the snow with a thud. In the corner of her eyes, she sees floating figures, laughing and slowly approaching. Their faces morph into the townspeople as memories flash before her eyes.

We should’ve never let you in. The guards said firmly. How could you... Dagero shakes his head. Look at what you’ve caused. Choy looked down at her in disappointment. Trusting you in our team was a mistake. You don’t belong here. You are to leave. Get out.

Outsider!

Out…sider…!

out…

…

She forces herself up with her arms yet to no avail, her frostbitten limbs give in and she collapses once again. Her pokeballs shake, but she has no more strength to move. The storm is burying her as the ghosts of the icelands approach. She lays there, on the reddened snow, helplessly, hopelessly, holding onto her last breath.

Help me… Someone…

Ever so faintly, she hears one of their pokeballs burst open. The blurred silhouette of her partner spreading his wings comes into her sight, a loud hooting is the last thing she hears before everything turns to black.

|| —— { II } —— ||

The Snowstorm might go on for a little longer.

She wakes, with her mind barely conscious and memories blurred, everything is hazy as she tries to take in her surroundings. She doesn’t know how long she slept.

Something’s wrong. The cold of the snow and wind should hurt, yet it doesn’t. She should be dead falling asleep in a blizzard, yet she’s conscious. Her arms don't ache anymore as she supports herself up to a half sit. She feels… light.

Faint, hazy memories resurface.

As her senses slowly return to her, she opens her eyes properly. The faint smell of iron suddenly hits her nose, she turns to see her partner decidueye, hunching still over her own unmoving corpse, broken wings spread to protect her from harm, buried in a thin layer of snow. Red icicles hang off the feathers. Next to the bodies, she sees all of her pokeballs, all snapped open. Her head jolts up to see the surroundings tattered after an intense battle. The white snow tainted with red and black. Bloody remnants of wild pokemon and her partners scattered across the field.

She frantically gathers all the pokeballs in and rushes to each of her partners, one after the other, shaking off the thin layer of snow and pressing the button against their broken and frozen bodies, hoping they’d respond and return. Yet none did.

All six of them fended off hostile pokemon, hoard after hoard. They gave their lives to protect their unconscious human, but their efforts end in vain.

She slumps down onto the snow in front of their Decidueye, hugging his cold body. Her sobbing is drowned by the howling winds. All of the sadness, hatred and anger arise along with their memories of the exile, the betrayal and the pain she went through. Her emotions overtake her, change her. The barely conscious wisp grows into a resentful spirit full of malice. A shriek of anguish and grief echoes through the icelands.

|| —— { III } —— ||

Dawn breaks. The sky lights up. The snow reflects the color, painting the icelands in an eerie red.

Four figures travel across the snowfields, following Lord Ursaluna’s lead, their footsteps trailing behind them.

“This is absurd.” Kamado scoffs, his armor clinging with his movements.

“You sent a child into the wilderness, under an unstable circumstance like this, then forbade our clans to help.” Irida exclaims, “You practically sentenced her to death!”

“This child you speak of caused this disaster!”

“There is no proof of that.” Adaman says coldly.

“Then prove the opposite.” Kamado replies in an equally cold tone.

“She risked her life multiple times to help all of us, and this is how you repay her?!” Adaman yells, trying his best to suppress the urge to punch this man in the face.

“Then she—”

“Guys… forgive my rudeness, but I don’t think it’s the best idea to argue right now…” Rei intervenes, his red scarf trail in the wind behind him. “We came to find Akari, not to bicker in a blizzard.”

Kamado swallows the words on his tongue. The four of them walk on in silence.

Lord Ursaluna raises his head, he runs ahead and calls for the four to follow. He has found something. They hurry to him, arriving at what seems to be an empty spot on the fields.

“There’s nothing here, your Lord must have made a mistake.” Kamado turns around, about to walk away.

“His sense of smell is superb, there couldn’t have been a mistake.” Irida stops him.

“But does this mean…” Rei’s voice trembles, he doesn't finish his sentence, as he turns to see Ursaluna sit down in behind what he has unearthed from the snow. He winces and lowered his head in grief. There in front of him, Akari’s decidueye with his wings spread out over the girl, protecting her even in death. The remains of the rest of her party must be near.

Irida, Adaman and Rei rush up to them, holding onto the slim chance of their friend being alive still. But they are too late, she’s long gone. Kamado stands behind in silence, he’s shocked, even if he had thought of the possibility, he thought it’d fix the disaster. But it didn’t. The sky isn’t fixed, nothing is.

Suddenly, Lord Usaluna roars out, he seems to have sensed something and runs towards it. The leaders rush up, following the Noble as they vanish into the snowstorm.

Rei is about to follow, but hears something behind him. He turns around and sees a ghostly figure on top of his commander, clawing at him while he struggles to hold her off. With a powerful kick to her abdomen, she tumbles back and uses the momentum to flip back on her feet.

Rei recognizes the attacker, “Akari?” he calls out, but she doesn’t answer and merely looks at him briefly, before glaring at Kamado in the back, fixing her gaze on him.

She has changed. Her skin has turned white, along with her hair, red tips flow in the air not unlike one of a zorua. Dark tear marks frame her yellow, glowing eyes. Her hands grew sharp with claws. A pendant made from decidueyes feather hangs off her waist. Tattered clothes flatter in the wind.

No time is given for Kamado to send out his pokemon as she lunges towards her target once more.

|| —— { IV } —— ||

The snowstorm is about to end.

She rests a little ways away from the fields in a small cave, gently petting the zorua on her lap. Two more zoruas lie beside her. They found her in the fields and brought her here.

One of them yelps quietly, signaling her at something. She glances up and spots the group lead by Lord Ursaluna approaching the place where she collapsed. They’ve come before she’s gone to find them. She stands up and hops down the small cliff, the three zoruas follow suit. Their white fur hides them in the blizzard.

“The one in black armor, right?” One of them asks quietly. She nods in response. Her hand reaches for her pendant, stroking the feather.

“We’ll distract the Noble, lure him away.”

“And the rest we’ll leave to you.”

Her fists tighten, sharp nails dig into her palms, black blood trickles down her hand. She feels a light bump on her left hand, “Relax… We’re with you.”

She takes a deep breath. The Noble has shovelled the snow off her deceased partner. The three zoruas already went ahead, she circles from behind.

Hatred takes over, red is all she sees as she lurks closer and closer towards the man clad in armor. Her companions already lured three of them deeper into the storm. Her prey stands with only the boy.

She lunges, bringing the man onto the ground. He holds her claws off and kicks her. She tumbles back and rolls onto her feet. The boy said something, was it her name? She doesn’t remember. It doesn’t matter.

She dashes towards him once more, both claws striking. One slash connects, blood splashes onto the snow. Four bloody streaks now drawn over his face.

The boy sends out his pikachu, he surrounds himself with thunder waves and charges at her. She evades the paralyzing thunder with a roll to the side as her shadow extends, striking pikachu from below. Before he could react, the shadow sneaks behind him and strikes again, and again. The pikachu faints. The boy recalls him. He’s panicking.

She feels the ground shake as a snorlax is released from his pokeball. He charges at her, headbutting her with psychic energy covering him. She dodges to the side, but unable to evade the attack as the impact sends her rolling back in the snow.

The man is saying something to the boy. They seem to be arguing about something.

She staggers up, the snorlax looms over her. A few broken ribs, but what does that bother a ghost? The surroundings darken as she unleashes her bitter malice with an ear piercing shriek, targeting not the snorlax, but the man behind him.

The boy and the man are both caught off guard. With no time to avoid the attack, the malice surrounds the man and burns him with a freezing cold, he screams in agony, before passing out, falling into the snow. Ghostly energy lingers on his skin. The boy kneels down next to him, rummaging through his satchel in total panic.

A sharp whistle cuts through the storm, turquoise vines crack the air like whips, striking her from behind. She hisses and jolts around to see a familiar man in black, commanding his partner tangrowth with mastery like no one else. The Noble, along with the other two who left earlier stand behind him. He’s saying something to her…

Vines sneak behind her while she’s lost in thoughts and trap her in a tight grip. She struggles, the heavy feeling of drowsiness hits her as the tangrowth releases a full power sleep powder through her vines. Though her effort to keep awake, her eyes close as her body gives in. The vines loosen, she feels herself falling into someone's arms.

“…I’m sorry, Miss Akari.”

The snowstorm has ended

|| —— { Doodles & Notes } —— ||

Uncle Ingo to the rescue! (he later adopts Akari bc like, he’s probably the only person in Hisui who’d take in a zorua lol + they were close before she died. Ghost niece :))

The three zoruas are fine, Ingo found Ursaluna first and captured them before rushing to find Kamado almost getting killed aha-

Kamado lives, probably. I mean Akari, a 15 year old, can survive a bitter malice or two I’m sure he’s fine. Also shame on him for not wearing a helmet smh get slashed in the face ((he probably hates pkmn even more now tho hh-)) Ingo (and everyone else) scolds the shit out of him after he’s treated bc like, what the fuck do you mean you sent a kid to die???

Now everyone needs to figure out how to stop the gods from bitch fighting and destroying the region, possibly the entire world without Akari good fucking luck-

[silver-wield]

Hi! Sorry for bothering you. Don't know if you already did this one (so many analysis) but what did you thought about Sephiroth killing Barret scene? Everyone just go running to Barret and Cloud just froze.

No bother! Sorry for the wait, I had a few things on my plate to clear lol

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven’t played – do I still need to do this? Eh ok, (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it’s gonna be short-ish.

Also, this is one person’s interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that’s cool and we’ll agree to disagree.

You’re also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I’m grabbing them from Youtube and it’s frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Other analyses if anyone’s interested.

Shinra HQ vision scene (Cloti/plot analysis) 

Chapter 3 (Cloti reblog) 

Tifa character analysis 

Aerith Resolution (plot analysis/theory – I should probably update this since I’ve had other ideas since then) 

Train graveyard (not really an analysis, but I got some sweet screenshots of Cloti) 

Clotiscrew tunnel analysis 

Cloti reunion analysis 

The Promise Analysis 

Andrea’s approval (Cloti ask response) 

Leslie analysis (not mine, but a good read) 

Cloti action touching 

Aerti friendship analysis 

Cloti body language chapter 3 

Cloti healthy disagreement 

Cloti post heliboss battle (chapter 15) 

Clerith playground scene 

Cloti body language plate fall 

Cloud and Barret friendship 

Resolution scene analysis (A) 

Barret character analysis (chapter 13) 

Cloud character analysis (Honey Bee Inn) 

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

Recap time!

Okay, so our intrepid heroes have found Aerith, but then Cloud has a ptsd induced attack and passes out. After some exposition courtesy or Red and Aerith, we're back on mission to reach the roof and the Avalanche helicopter waiting for us – thanks to Wedge the cinnamon roll.

Once we reach the President's office we can hear shouting and make our way outside to find Shinra dangling from 70f up. Poor bby. Lemme help you up.

Anyway, Barret stops Tifa going to help (you’re too kind sometimes, T), grabs Shinra and after some massive restraint on his part, tosses him back onto solid ground. He pursues Shinra through the office and then in classic moron moment finds Shinra has a gun pointed at him. I'm not sure why the others didn't go too, but for whatever reason, they're in the doorway while Shinra is making his selfish bastard speech and Barret forgets he's got a literal machine gun for an arm.

Seconds before pulling the trigger, Sephiroth materialises out of thin air – and Cloud's Sephy sense didn't even go off this time – and he stabs Shinra, killing him in an echo of his OG death.

You get a shot of surprised Cloud and Tifa, then Barret lunges for Sephiroth while whispers appear through the doorway.

Ooh damn I'm good! 2nd go and I stop on this shot. First one was blurry.

Ok, this is obviously the moment where Sephiroth runs Barret all the way through. Remember, his sword is like 8ft long or some ridonculous shit like that. It's massive. He has zero need to get close to someone when he stabs them. He didn't do this with Shinra, he was like 3 feet away and still there was plenty of sword sticking out the guy's chest (anyone wonder if Seph is compensating for something? Lol).

Ok, so the point I'm getting at by showing Sephiroth this close to Barret is that this is a personal attack. This isn't something he's done just to kill someone. He's stuck that massive sword all the way through Barret's chest until he's within touching distance of him. This is an attack on Cloud. This is his way of showing Cloud that the vision from the VR scene could absolutely be true. He can make it true.

As for Barret, well he's just been stabbed, so he looks like he wants to go for pizza lol

Tifa automatically reacts and wants to run to Barret and save him. She's lost way too many people over the last day and can't lose anyone else. This is expected of her being the first one to react.

Interestingly, the next one to move is Red. The bromance is real. That's one fast friendship there and I love these two as friends. Barret and Red can snark at each other for a whole game and I'll be happy. 

This is a great moment though because it shows that Red's already formed strong bonds with everyone, enough that he'll go to their aid without stopping to think. For an animal character which is hard to read, you can see very easily the pain, fear and panic in his eye.

If you're a meta!Aerith theoriser like me then this is actually too much emotion on her face for someone who barely knows Barret. She looks like she just lost someone very important to her. They met like an hour ago. I love the amount of emotion on her face here, she clearly cares about Barret a lot. That's an “please God oh no” look if ever I saw one. Makes me wanna tear up and no lie.

And Cloud. Who doesn't move because he's literally frozen in place with a wide eyed look of horror on his face. He's seen Sephiroth stab people before. Back in Nebelheim reactor and then in the VR where he had to watch him stab Tifa (ok not really, but the mental trauma is still the same). He's shutting down. SOLDIER!Cloud.exe has stopped working. Have you tried turning him off and on again?

Cloud's terrified of Sephiroth anyway – he literally whimpers during one ptsd attack – so to see him stab Barret? His friend? And he didn’t even see it coming? It's probably sent his entire mind to a point where he can't function. This is the stuff that breaks him.

Aside: How did Sephiroth pull that whole long ass sword out of Barret without moving away? Does he have slenderman arms on the sly?

This is interesting. Sephiroth looks at Cloud, who's still shell-shocked, but then it's like you can see him rebooting. That absolute fury and hatred he has for Sephiroth overrides most of his shock – or tries. You can see the SOLDIER part of him trying to assert control over his fear, but then it wavers and the shock and fear – likely from real!Cloud – take hold again, making his eyes wide and him look as helpless as he feels.

Sephiroth's goal is to always make Cloud feel helpless, out of control, useless to everyone. That way he can control Cloud and make him do whatever he wants. He's a master manipulator and Cloud with all his issues struggles to fight against that mental barrage. It’s something that never goes away for him. This is his lifetime struggle and it’s a metaphor for those who live with mental health issues. There’s no one final battle and it’s all rosy. It’s never ending and some days you win, some days it’s Sephiroth. The point is to fight.

So, then the whisper leaps into Barret to save him and Sephiroth turns into a piece of Jenova. Now we've got some action happening, Cloud shakes off his weakness and goes back into SOLDIER mode.

Conclusion

Cloud can't deal with emotions. Of any kind. He's emotionally stunted, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have emotions. It's the opposite. He feels things far too deeply and intensely and hasn't learned how to process them effectively in a way that doesn't damage himself. This is stuff you learn as you mature from a teenager to an adult. This is stuff Cloud's been denied by being a lab rat for 4 years. His body may be an adult, but part of him is still 16. He needs to experience life to help him mature and catch that emotional development up to the rest of him. (which is my way of saying he won't be like a 16yr old forever).

Cloud's real and genuine affection for his friend over-rid any kind of control he had over himself and made it impossible for him to move when he saw Barret stabbed. He's also lost too many people, which is partly why he has that SOLDIER persona protecting him. Sephiroth's taunting look made it clear this was to get at Cloud. It had very little to do with Barret. Cloud's anger broke through his shock, but that weakness reasserted itself quickly afterwards, keeping him from acting until Jenova Dreamweaver appeared and he finally had something for SOLDIER!Cloud to take care of.

[ambreiiigns]

more details under the cut bc i wanna Talk Abt It over a warm mug of milk + nutella but it's kinda Sensitive Topics so. watch out

so slaughtered vomit dolls. UGEEUARGH <- retch sound effect i Hated it. it was NOTHING it was so nothing you could watch it w your mom no problem i hated it so much it was so disappointing. on every list of disturbing movies tm you'll hear bitches talk abt this & the vomit gore series like it's the end of the world. girl it's nothing. hereditary was worse. it's so try hard and lazy at the same time you wouldn't think it possible. like they really wanted this to give me trauma + depression but all the could think of doing is the janky saw editing and Sex Worker With A Tragic Backstory ??? come on. it's boobs. you think i'm scared of boobs ??? i'm not. bitch. boo sex workers be upon ye are you frightened. no. it was just. oooo sex worker tragic backstory smeared makeup are you Disturbed ? no ? what if there's some blood ? still nothing ? aw man :/ genuinely it was just. nudity. implied sex. one girl gets her eyes gauged out. another one gets her face peeled off. another one gets her arm chopped off. a man gets his head chopped in half and then the guy who did it picks up his brain and eats it ajdjajjf and those bits kinda ATE! in between is shots of main character monologuing abt her life and or crying. main character making herself throw up. guy throws up in a mug and drinks it then throws it back up then drinks it again and so on for a bit. that was kinda the only thing that made me go Ew. but also whatever. like it wad SUCH a waste of an hour i was so disappointed. that leads me to a crossroads of well then i gotta try at least another one to see if it gets worse but on the other side it's confirmation that it is not worth it so. who knows. ONE win i have to hand over is that the blood and gore and sfx were better than i thought i had some fun w those but that's ALL. there wasn't even that much vomit like i was READY to frow up myself but it was NOTHINGGGG like i thought they were going at LEAST for a gross out type but they couldn't even pull THAT off ??? like i didn't expect it to change my life to be so clear but i was ready to be at least disgusted and it was just a bunch of nothing. she kills herself at the end and i was jealous

now GUINEA PIG 2 FLOWER OF FLESH AND BLOOD i have more respect for the guinea pig series those kinda SLAP!!!! KINDA FUN!!!! they're not as bad as people make them sound tbh ? half of them are straight up Silly. second one is a lot of people's fave so i went w that but i feel like i made the wrong choice i feel like maybe first one has more chances of fucking w me idk. anyway it was good. 40 solid minutes of practical sfx from the 80s. what's not to like. that's my SHIT i'm a SUCKER for those and you give me a short movie that's just THAT the whole time?!??! i am SO DOWN!!! it's just slow methodical dismemberment of a person. it was Good. sometimes. the puppet just looked goofy. sometimes the skin was too squishy and it was filled w red jelly but the bones were nice. i loved it. it was ridiculous. not much to say here just :^)

BUT!!! THE STAR THE MAIN EVENT. ICHI THE KILLER OHHHH MY GOD i don't even know what to SAY cause i liked it SO MUCH but it was SO WEIRD !!!!!!! THERE'S calm down there's two main guys mostly one is ichi ofc the other is kakihara. now THAT one i am IN LOVE W HIM he is so quirky he is so cunty i do Not know his deal he's like terrifying to his fellow gang members but he carries himself likes he's harmless And death itself at all times he wears the cuntiest little outfits ever his hair is bleached blonde he has fucked up scars on his face and weird piercings but it turns out the piercings on his cheeks actually serve to keep his face together bc it's split Open at the sides of his mouth and he does this trick of removing those piercings to catch some guy's WHOLE FIST IN HIS MOUTH AND BITE SOME FLESH OFF HELLOOOO!!!!! he cuts off the tip of his tongue to apologize his weapon of choice is Big Needles he has a pain kink he had some sort of homoerotic relationship w his boss bc he was the only one who knew how to beat him up right and when he gets killed kakihara is desperately looking for someone else who can make him fear for his life and gets SO GIDDY when he hears abt this ichi guy bc he hopes he's gonna put the fear of god into him GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!!! ichi on the other hand is a wet little meow meow who i find endearing but has some Strange Stances on important topics such as sex and women so Huh. but also everything he thinks he knows abt his life is Lies that some guy put in his head to manipulate him into a sick killing machine and he's always just whining and crying and has a boner that he doesn't always know how to deal with except at the very beginning bc this movie has the SICKEST opening titles of all times aka ichi jerks off and the puddle of cum on the floor forms the title of the movie. WHERE WILL YOU EVER SEE SOMETHING LIKE THIS. GOD. the story is mostly just. boss gets killed by ichi gang tries to solve the mystery of who did it while ichi cries everytime he's on screen but kills 20 people in one go when he gets his head in the game. of course the gore is insane here the kills are sick as Fuck but it Was 2001 so everything is just done w horrible cgi but you know WHAT. i will accept it this once. bc you could have Not gotten this ridiculous w practical. and if you Did it wouldn't have looked half as bad as it looks and it would have lost charm. it's perfect. all the plot points tie together nicely and all the characters are cool and Yet it manages to be weird and confusing and surreal and i love it so so much. only reason why i won't blindly recommend to anyone i meet is there are a few instances of sexual violence that i wish weren't there but unfort not only are they there but they're also like important for the plot so. can't win 'em all ig

aight so i Have been saying that i was gonna do child's play + evil dead for halloween right. but i DIDN'T. mainly bc bigger series bigger commitment i'm distracted w other things AND i'm at my family home not uni home so i can't put my whole pussy into watching movies + for some reason my puter won't connect to the wifi at home but it works at uni and i'd rather watch movies on puter if it's a bigger deal. anyway. so my newer plan was watching some horrid fucked up movies for halloween. but my halloween Blowed this year it flunked so hard it was miserable i watched NOTHING. luckily in my brain halloween ends november 24th so i still have time. so today i made up for my lame halloween night and watched somenof the Horrid Fucked Up Movies i planned. i don't know why i'm ashamed to admit to what i've watched. promise you'll still love me so so much pls

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Leech Lord: Allies

Troy

Gar is about as native as a Pandoran can get, and has for years had a very soft spot for the bratty King.

He's old colonist, thinks his parents might have been with Atlas on one of the many failed corporate town setups that plagued Pandora 30-ish years ago. He was too young to remember who's banner they flew under when his family stepped out of the shuttle and onto the dust planes they’d been instructed to settle, just that things went wrong fast and anyone still alive 18 months later had needed to adapt quickly to what constitutes living on this planet.

He was drawn to the Holy City for the same reasons as most survivalists, it was an opportunity for safety and a roof over your head. Not needing to fight to eat or scrabble to stay alive is a blessing for most Pandorans, and he's one of the thousands who live within the walls who don't quite worship the twins as Gods, but praise them as holy... because the twins gave them a chance to have a home. Wether they are deities or not isn't a factor in the loyalty they've’ earned.

He's skilled with food. Knows how to spice spoiled flesh to hide the rot, pickle cactus root and delicate rock blossoms for long storage, or how long rakk wing needs to be slow roasted to turn from gamey string to meat that melts in the mouth.

Like most in the HC, he ended up where his skills have value and has ran the kitchens in the Grand Cathedral since its founding bricks were set.

It didn't take very long for him to find Troy in it one night - picking through ingredients and half finished dishes in the early AM.

While he'd expected to need to drop to his knees and grovel, the God King had seemed more embarrassed than anything, awkwardly explaining he hadn't eaten that day and asking if there was anything left from the after sermon banquet. 

His eager politeness had hit Gar hard, but his reaction to finding out the leftovers had been destroyed was what left a lasting impression.

Gar had thought the twins affluent spoiled little shits who'd hit things lucky on Pandora and been clever enough to know how to use their wealth to culture worship, so when Troy was genuinely upset to the point of disgust that food had been wasted like that? It changed his perception immediately.

This wasn't the reaction of some egotistical little shitbag from a wealthy background, this was the visceral panic and anger of someone who'd starved before, who understood the insult of food being destroyed when there were so many hungry... when he'd known hunger.

It took less than 24 hours for the kitchen policies to be changed and Gar's team to find out nothing was to be wasted. Uneaten and unused stock was to be transported at end of day to the Slums from now on, where it would "Bolster the flesh of the faithful."

Every time he finds Troy hunting through his kitchen at 4 am over the years, their chats grow a little longer.

By late COV, Gar's meals delivered to his sanctum are some of the only things God King Calypso still trusts enough to eat.

Tyreen

Xanshi Ur-Vendit is obsessed with the God Queen.

As her Saint of Marketing, he's got both her ear and a position of high authority within the organisation that he covets viciously, and takes great personal offense towards newer Saints he doesn't deem worthy of the title.

His pedigree speaks for itself, the man had quite a reputation on Promethea among the media departments of the high corporations. An expertly trained and cut-throat money maker that was the exact kind of egotistical, nasty piece of work that would be drawn to the God Queen's side.

Has direct tie in's with the esteemed Katagawa family, something he's used to his benefit throughout his career.

He fawns over her, she can do no wrong around him, and he spends as many hours of the day as he can trailing behind her heels like a lapdog, reaffirming her beauty and intelligence and infallibility with every breath he can manage between the underhanded threats he aims towards anyone possibly about to draw her attention away from him.

Hates Troy. Fucking hates him.

Too much of a hole-sucking little coward in his $60k three piece suit to actually do anything about it of course, but he takes plenty of his vitriol out on Troy's departments instead.

Marketing has such massive reach within the internal structure of the COV that he's able to throw his weight around far more than some of her other Saints, and regardless of if they actually like him, they tend to back Xan and his opinions automatically.

A huge amount of the conflict between departments and heads is driven by this imagined competitiveness, that Troy's people, Troy's chosen, must in some way be inferior to Tyreen's.

Xan is her right hand in his own mind, he's her holy knight. If she holds too much misplaced love for her brother to see how pathetic he is in comparison to her radiance, then it's up to Xan to keep Troy's people in place...

In reality? Tyreen isn't even invested in him enough to remember Xanshi's full name.

Seifa

Sei makes friends in low places far easier than higher ones, always has. People at the bottom of the ladder, folks who have struggled? They recognise each other. Doesn't matter where on the scales they currently stand, there's an unspoken nod, a side glance. You see your own - even if who you are has been lucky enough to change over time.

While she's never been in one place long enough to set up a friend network before that was tangible and not based on e-comms and data feeds, she's woven one since settling in the HC without really even noticing it was happening.

One-hand Jim in the King's Call, that high end rave bar near the cathedral grounds. Not so gruff now he's not drowning in debt, few more smiles while he's mixing cocktails.

Cleo in munitions stocks, breathing a bit easier since her son landed that underling role in the Mechanica, more food on the table with less worry.

Feliz and Irgo running deals in the western slum backstreets. Not competing against the HammerClaws for territory anymore since JK "got wind" of the shit they were cutting their gear with and had Vanguard waiting at their quarters for a polite discussion about unspoken laws. What Fe and Iggy are selling isn't exactly high quality but at least it won't rot your brain inside the skull.

Sei will tell you she's a lone wolf. She'll insist she’s a one woman show, runs shit on her own and doesn’t need others.

But watch closely when out with her in the city, check how often she buys a drink, how often it's not on an invisible tab the barstaff nod knowingly about as they hand her glass over with a smirk.

She's never asked to pay.

That should tell you plenty.

Seifa and Tyreen

- Early COV

"Ty, you ever wish you were born a guy?"

Of all the things Tyreen had expected to hear from Sei tonight, that... wasn’t it. She stopped reading the same piece of nonsensical math in the sheet she was holding to gawk at Seifa instead, staring at the other woman’s back as she continued to work on the data records they'd been passing between them all evening.

"No.. god. What, and look like Troy?" she snorted with a wince. "Nooooo thanks" Ty sighed as she leaned back and heard her stiff spine pop, waiting for a response that didn't come. She felt a pang of concern as Sei's shoulders sank a little lower in front of her, deflating.

This wasn’t normal, where was the bitchy retort, or joining in on insulting her brother? She shuffled together the files and stood, walking to her friend's side and sitting slowly next to her in the quiet of the twin's shared office. Sei still hadn’t responded, pretending to be completely absorbed by the notes she stared at. Ty cleared her throat with a cough.

"Uhhh.. why?"

Seifa silently reached to her side to take the offered files from Ty as she sat, pointedly not making eye contact, though the younger woman picked up on the redness in them easily enough.

"Sei, I need to have someone's hands cut off?" 

Ty pouted, hitting her mark as Seifa failed to completely hide a smirk in response.

"I need to have someone thrown into a pit? Huh? C'mon Sei, talk to me. You always tell me I need to talk more about things that me down, right?" she weedled, hands clasped over her heart as she faux whined, earning a quiet laugh from her companion.

"Oh god Tyreen SURE, if you'll shutup." Sei groaned, leaning back in her chair and running hands over her eyes. She was tired. Beyond tired, really. Always said she knew how to not outstay her welcome but had been wondering recently if that had ever been true. Day to day in the cult, managing people she’d never meet and holding the weight of more responsibility than she’d ever wanted was eating at her. Had been for some time. Nights like this helped, shooting shit with Tyreen, bitching, sometimes gently bullying Troy together if he’d decided to grace them with his janky presence, but still.. it was heavy, and Seifa was tired. 

"Ahh.. just the usual shit" she whispered, thumbing through the papers as Tyreen leaned a little closer, as much of a comforting presence as she could muster all things considered. An arm around the shoulder or gentle stroke of hair wasn’t an option. All Ty had was words and honestly, they weren’t exactly her forte.

“It's just like. Sometimes when I'm talking, and it's about something they think I shouldn't know shit about, like how Burgess is spending too much of your budget on expensive, low grade gear-assemblies when if we went off brand I can prove it would be better, they just zone out."

"It's like.. if they thought I had a cock, if I was 6'4, they'd be listening. " she added, eyes burning again.

She groaned, leaning over the table and resting her cheek across her folded arms.

"I got so angry. I'm used to dealing with it, it's always happened, but I just boiled over. This week has been.. long, I guess." she whispered, pinching the bridge of her nose as Tyreen watched quietly. "I ate into him in front of like, 6 other people Ty, couple of heads were there. That doesn't help my reputation does it.. that's just making shit worse. I'm sabotaging myself. They think I'm a bitch already without me starting a fight and stirring the pot."

Tyreen shifted in her seat, eyes thoughtful as she rested her chin in her hands, elbow propped on the table edge.

"Nah. "

"Just sounds like they're dumb. I keep telling Troy we need people with actual brains leading this shit Sei, if you're getting ignored cause you have tits? Haha. Wait till they meet me in person. " she grinned, a genuine act peeking through her usual haughty persona as Seifa chuckled.

"I mean my rack is way bigger than yours, you're flat as a fuckin' plank in comparison."

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