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[ ] Report to Gestalt Scout Officer

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tgis is so fucking funny to me. they accidentally Rock Lee'd a retired racehorse

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tonight i swore a blood oath to the minimum wage workers at my local subway

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wip

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daniella my beloved hehe

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Recluse (Nightreign)

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I had this idea on my mind for months and somehow only just got around to painting it. Night sky Ranni

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there HAS to be a reason for this

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oblivion

cmm <3

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i NEED someone to do 1000xresist animatic/animation with Harpy Hare by Yaelokre PLEASE

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My woman.

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iris

twtr | ko-fi

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irises

art by @chuwenjie

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new year, new you

based on this pic

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I really liked the moment in 1000xresist where we learn there's only one occupant left on Earth. The others left for greener pastures-- no more memories to pick up. It seems the last occupant is a weirdo, an anomaly. Obsessive about Iris. Excessively protective of its relationship with her, not letting any other occupant see, going over the same traumas over and over again. Pressing the same pleasure button, frustrated that Iris refuses to give it more human emotions. I was surprised and delighted by this; this is not an organized occupant war after all. At this point, the occupation is just a strange and troubled individual and its whims. We can't extrapolate about occupant culture as whole from one anomalous remnant. And yet the power it has over Iris and the sisters is complete, influencing everything. Individual whim and idiosyncracy tinges rulers, cultures, narratives... creating memetic threads that in their repetition convey more significance than their initial referent. Principal and her poem, for example-- it's full of her weird personal Stuff that's then applied across the whole culture she's created, generating its own new meanings as more people carry it forward. She presses her own buttons faster, more, trying to grasp onto their decreasing emotional returns-- more clones, more Jiaos, in the hopes of generating more catharsis for herself. In turn, imposing new conditions that spawn alternative political and cultural meanings and expressions.