#your body is a weapon

[s0nglyrcs]

“My body is a temple of doom

Doomed not to be by your side”

- The Wombats

[bixels]

As cameras becomes more normalized (Sarah Bernhardt encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use cameras because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by manufacturing companies. I paint not because I want a painting but because I love the process of painting. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

if i have to explain to you that using a camera to take a picture is not the same as using generative ai to generate an image then you are a fucking moron.

[bruciemilf]

I think Harvey has Bruce’s name tattooed on his neck. Bruce has Harvey’s name tattooed on his thigh. He also has the Judge in italic letters, carved into his spine, and Two Face, just on his ass. Even better if the other has absolutely no idea

[fatedroses]

And some days, I just wish you wouldn't look at me at all.

[willosword]

yknow i think the worst part is that if cecil hadn't sheltered mark and he'd actually gotten a real trial for the collateral damage the fight caused, both scott AND mark would've received some sense of closure for the tragedy

[kacievvbbbb]

I’m just very obsessed with the idea that mihawk is useless in a weapon less fight like he cannot throw a punch or get out of a pin to save his life like one he can’t kick he’s done out for the count, and this is why Shanks ends most of their duels this way. Because he’s a filthy cheater and Mihawk is even worse off because it’s Shanks pining him and he has eaten a lot of dirt.

Shanks decides to teach him the art of fighting dirty cause he’s nice that way but also let’s just say that Shanks likes being in a pin a little too much

[high-voltage-rat]

Thinking about the benevolent applications of the "dark" and forbidden magic arts in dragonfable again. I want to see ethical fleshweavers using their powers to do surgical interventions, knitting flesh back together and rebuilding what was lost with the care and precision soulweavers are renowned for. I want to see donation-based necromancers: people donating themselves to be used as guards for their hometowns or carers for their relatives, even running organ and tissue donation initiatives. I want to see white-hat death knights in hospital tents, turning the death around them into life for the next person who comes along, making something good out of all the misery. I want to see empathic magic being used, carefully and sensitively, to guide psychotherapy delivery.

I want to see the kind-hearted people practicing these skills, despite all the stigma and distrust, forging ahead. Because just like the element of darkness isn't inherently evil, their craft has no innate morality. It's what you do with them that defines goodness or evil. And they're choosing to do good.

[raviollies]

For my session I had a fun body swap mechanic for combat and blythe switched with glorifreria so she was in a hags body and felt extremely powerful and unfortunately liked it, so now she's having Issues (I will draw a small comic about it)

[ms-boogie-man]

*Note: abortion takes more lives in one day than mass shootings (false flags) do all year

Angie/Maddie🦇❥✝︎🇺🇸

[mitskiluvr]

that body never belonged to you in the first place

[sigmadaily]

[dont-be-a-gonk]

I love the idea of V going into the blackwall and accidentally becoming a corrupt rogue ai so much I love it so so so much AURGGGHHH

[freezinglemur]

"Is this what you want to be?! A destructive toy to be used by others…—?"

(A semi-sequel to This Post in a sense I guess; @lieutenant-fred sorry more of your fella wasn't drawn I was strugglin to find much recent stuff to work off of so I hope this is alright </3)

[Writing below the cut]

“Why are you doing this? I haven’t even done anything to you—” Seedenal’s voice was almost pleading, yet had a sternness about it as xe gazed down at xir attacker.

“I have.. Orders..” the carrot hissed, bracing themself against the rock somewhat with a glare towards the pomegranate.

If they could even…call what was in front of it a pomegranate anymore. Seedenal had been a strange one to the augmented vegetable upon first glance: very tall, odd wing appendages, strange limbs, far more eyes than any normal fruit had on other limbs, among many other things—but now xe was even more of an anomaly.

In addition to the large pair of proper flight-worthy wings the angel dressed in green had unfurled, several more black, spindly arms had joined the original two, and their body now sported runes the carrot angel knew were not there previously.

On top of that, when Karl had attacked, several more eyes had opened upon the wings, and many of Seedenal’s scleras had turned black with glowing white pupils. One of the more frightening details was the luminous arm that formed, along with the sword seemingly held by it, from the place where the pomegranate’s previously missing arm had been. It was so bright it was hard to look at, and the energy it emitted was almost unbearable to be close to.

Several of the pomegranate angel’s eyes were dripping a black, ichor-like substance, but it didn’t appear to be from crying—rather, it dripped like sap. In fact, it seemed whatever holy power they wielded was barely being contained in the fruit’s body. Neither angel paid it too much mind in the moment, however.

“You aren’t even a lemon either, and yet you’re trying to murder me!” Seedenal knew very few details of the war that was going on in truth, but the carrot had mentioned lemons previously before they’d gotten into this tussle, so xe ran with it. 

The carrot glared as it tried to pull together some sort of retaliation, attempting to stand with metallic clanks and whirrs while the other babbled.

“Is this what you want to be?!” the pomegranate’s voice lowered slightly after its initial shout, “A destructive toy to be used by others…—?”

Karl paused its attempt to rise from the ground, staring at Seedenal. The fruit couldn’t tell entirely if the vegetable was offended by their statement or simply caught off guard, but upon hearing no comment, xe continued.

“I.. I don’t know what I am, nor.. Where I came from or what is wrong with me, but I…know I was designed to be a weapon of sorts,” the angel fidgeted with some of xir hands. “I was designed for war—to hurt and kill and all that visceral junk, but…I don’t want to be that. I w-want to see the stars and play in snow and catch butterflies and pick flowers—! I want to think and do for myself..”

Seedenal didn’t like the thought of war. It was like a petty squabble, but more violent and deadly. Leaders throwing lives at each other just to see who was better, or who got what. So many of those lives didn’t deserve such fates—xe was sure of it, just from the small few they’d met or helped in passing. They almost wanted to end the war themself, but shoved the concept away—their mind is wandering again. Shaking their head and remaining thoughts away, the pomegranate looks back to the mechanized angel, lowering xir weapon.

“Wouldn’t you…also prefer to make your own choices and live a little, too..?”

"...."

A gentle breeze blows past the two brightly colored angels in the glistening snow. One must wonder if the mechanical superweapon dreams of chasing snowflakes instead, too.

[birthclod]

really good and cool thing to think about: pvp tabi and detachment from personhood

[voidscarredadjudicator]

Hey y'all. So remember that whole thing about my knee?

The doctors did their thing and I am now recovering from surgery!

no face reveal sorry, best i can do is dr pepper dog

My entire leg is wrapped up in a huge cast I'm not allowed to remove for any reason until they give the go ahead, and on top of that I'm on some strong painkillers that can leave me feeling pretty loopy. But for the time being, my main priority is resting as much as I can.

I'm trying to avoid writing while the painkillers keep me buzzed, and for now I'm taking them pretty regularly, so the writing workflow has briefly paused, but once I can go longer periods without them (because believe you me I am sore right now), I'll be right back on that grind.

So, yeah. Moral of the story - don't tackle shoplifters in parking lots. Just buy a taser. Or pepper spray. Or a gun.

[boonesfarmsangria]

As the elusive singer and songwriter releases his new album Javelin, he shares ten poetic, profound and highly personal mini essays that he wrote for a booklet that accompanies the record

via anOther magazine

Images from the 48-page booklet of original art and essays by Sufjan Stevens, which comes with the vinyl of his new album Javelin, out October 6