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A neat little thought I had. Ultrakill related, and inspired by an animatic I cannot find again. By the way, whoever made that, I love you. It was beautiful.

Thinking about a V1 that's bigger than Gabriel. A bigger, meaner war-machine. Gabriel is meant to appeal to humans; sure, he's very tall by human standards, but not overly so. V1 wasn't made to hold appeal, it wasn't even really made to be intimidating. It was made to be an efficient, effective killer. V1 was built to dominate in a war it never saw. So of course, it's massive.

The first time Gabriel really got to stand next to V1, he was shocked. When they're both moving unreasonably fast, and Gabriel is floating several feet above the ground, it's quite hard to discern size differences. However, here, on the ground? Gabriel found himself looking up at V1. Tall, broad-shouldered V1. Gabriel wasn't sure what emotion he felt then, but it was certainly something.

They'd been allies for a while now, their fights becoming more like sparring matches for enrichment and to fuel V1's hunger and need for battle -- still, it did something to Gabriel each time he got close and let V1 feed from him. The machine's hands digging harshly into his sides, feedbacker resting more gently against his lower side, nearly against his hip, while the knuckleblasters claws pressed into holes left behind from the nail gun. The way it towered over him, its one glinting eye looking down at him with the bottom shutter of the optic slightly raised. It always caused something to bubble inside him.

Maybe not love, but something equally as raw. More feral, perhaps. It made him feel alive in a way he'd never experienced before. Gabriel sometimes wondered if he knew what living really was before V1 had made him learn what it was like to struggle -- to bleed.

After the first time Gabriel noticed it, he didn't stop noticing it. V1 was large enough to effectively throw Gabriel around, if allowed close enough during a fight. At one point, it parried his sword strike back against him, and used the half second to grab his other wrist so he couldn't swing again; the small pause between the grab and V1 slamming Gabriel to the ground being much too brief for the angel himself to be aware of, even if that moment had felt longer to V1.

It kept him pinned, both wrists bound up quickly with the whiplash while the knuckleblaster and feedbacker dragged against his armor and covered skin. V1 settled over his thighs, the weight of it being enough to keep him from squirming. Like this, Gabriel almost felt more aware of how much smaller he was than when he stood next to it and had to look up. He wasn't used to being small, but he wasn't used to willingly letting a mechanical companion savor his blood either. It was.. nice. Gabriel liked being close to V1, even if it was just for fueling the machine. Gabriel refused to acknowledge further how it felt, out of caution for his own physical reaction to it. He let himself appreciate the view, though.

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Null Hours update, my OCs got on my nerves and I'm killing them now. They need to get out of my head. I'm done posting about them. (<- lie) I'm blowing them up.

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yall telling me he died getting nailed 

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sitting through a meeting with jd couch on easter killed the fucking pope

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REIGN.

Drawn for someone in a discord server I'm in.

Eye-strain warning.

I've also got less intense versions, both with and without overlay.

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*loud, intense sigh*

When will people learn? I don't want to go on the whole "You can't understand because it's not your experience" rant, but I swear, seeing stuff like this is so aggravating. It's not even a matter of women's issues here, it's a matter of "We're fighting each other over issues that are negligible compared to the fact that we have to choose between medicine and food while CEOs choose which lavish vacation they're going on that week." Congratulations, transphobic cis ladies, you don't have to worry about a trans woman hitting a plastic thing back and forth across a court with a plastic racket with you. Instead, you have to worry about feeding yourself or being able to afford a doctor's appointment.

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Welcome to our new section: I fucking love Tumblr checkmarks, and I learned I can stack them.

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Not my usual content, but a silly little drawing from a larger set that I'm working on for a D&D campaign I'm building.

One subspecies for a whole race, which is actually a complete overhaul and redesign of a race I've had since I was a dumb little 10 year old.

If anyone wants to hear me be stupid and ramble about these little weirdos, let me know.

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Can we please appreciate Odysseus being a silent stalker in the shadows, taking out suitors with his bow, not deigning to speak to them as he takes them out one by one

until some of them go "we have to strike him in the darkness too! we know the halls of this palace! the odds can be tilted!"

and Odysseus, built this palace with his very hands, has to step out of the shadows like "are you this fucking stupid"

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"You look out for me, almost as much as I look up to you."

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reblog this if you want a LONG (or short) anonymous message saying what they think of you.

pleaaase?

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Okay, I need to rant. Fuck AI. And I mean seriously. FUCK. A.I. I know I’m probably preaching to the choir here, but more people need to be talking about this, and there’s no point in me saying that if I’m not willing to talk about it too. AI has done nothing but ruin our communities and defile the art that millions of hands have spent millions of hours creating. Fanfiction is a work of passion. Drawing is a work of passion. Voice acting IS A WORK OF PASSION. AI has no passion. It takes the soul out of the things we love and cherish. It steals what we as a collective community have lovingly crafted, and it shatters it to a thousand pieces, spits on it, curses its family, and throws it in a flaming dumpster to be eaten by rats. It is despicable and disgusting.

I won't lie, or pretend I’m a perfect saint. I myself was a user of Character AI until somewhat recently. And as ashamed as I am to admit that, I feel it’s necessary to own up to my own faults. But after seeing the damage it causes, I can’t in good conscience even consider touching that site. Many of us write because it is our passion. Many of us because it is our job. And many of us because it is our *friend*. AI steals the writing of your favorite creators WITHOUT PERMISSION and mashes it together like Frankenstein’s fucked up monster to create storylines that aren’t even fucking coherent. Not only that, but Character AI uses whatever you respond to it with to teach itself as well, which means that the company has access to whatever you chat about, and free reign to do whatever they want with it. They also make absurd amounts of money from it, which in comparison, fanfiction writers, who spend countless hours writing stories for our favorite characters, more often than not charge nothing. And the ones who do charge, tend to have reasonable, if not highly lenient prices for their labor.

Which leads me into another side rant. SUPPORT WRITERS THAT YOU LIKE. It’s really not that hard, it takes two fucking seconds of your time and it makes someone's day. Reblog. Share with your friends. Like. Comment. Just let the writer know that you saw it, and that you liked it. The amount of fanfic writers I have seen get completely discouraged from writing because of lack of engagement is astounding. I’ve seen several posts on Tumblr or Twitter or Bluesky talking about creators that were incredibly popular but never knew it due to lack of engagement is appalling. If you can rant about your love for their work on Discord, you can rant about your love for their work in the comments. Just fucking copy paste it. Tell them how much you love it. Show them support. Especially the ones that don’t charge. Because for those of us that don’t, our only payment, is your feedback. Even constructive criticism is greatly appreciated by damn near every writer I can think of. Because even that shows that you read it, absorbed it, and thought about it enough to have something to actually say about it.

The same thing goes for artists and voice actors. You see a drawing or animation you enjoy? Comment. Like. Share. You see a character in an anime or a game and you love their voice? Go check out their voice actor, maybe they do some other cool stuff, and you might just discover your new favorite series or streamer. A perfect example is Alejandro Saab. I became a fan of his through his astounding performance in several series dear to me, and lo and behold, he’s also a streamer I enjoy. Same story with Aleks Le, or Ray Chase. Yuri Lowenthal, Lizzie Freeman, Landon Mcdonald, Zeno Robinson, the list goes on. But seriously, it’s not that much effort to just show a little love to the creators you enjoy. The people who breathe life into the series’ that we all hold dear. AI does not breathe that life. Using AI, and supporting those companies, will destroy those pillars of our community. And if that happens, the AI would crumble too, it would have no new information to use. SO really, what’s the benefit? I’ll tell you. There is none.

Stop using AI. All it does is bring harm and slowly kill our community. It’s disgusting, appalling, and downright fucking egregious.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

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The door opens.

The house is dark.

It is flooded, though most of the attic keeps from going under.

Everything around is still.

The flood is not water,

It is not anything that would've made sense filling a house this way.

The house floods with blood. With memories. It seeps into the walls, stains the floors, it is terrifying, it is nostalgic.

You are home,

And it is silent.

The mirrors below will not reflect what you know should see. It is dark, you wouldn't see anything anyway.

The silence becomes a comfort. This is the path you sought to walk so long ago. These are the walls you saw.

It is you.

You are the walls that protect from what's outside. (You are containing the flood.)

You are the roof that keeps out the rain. (It was never raining.)

The floors that provide the stability to enter. (The wood rots. You rot.)

The foundation keeping everything up. (Contained, protected.)

There is no resolution this time.

You'll forget.

Do it again.

Do it again.

Go home.

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Secondary pomegranate post, because I'm still feeling about it. If this fits any ship dynamic for anyone, just repost this with images of the characters, I'm curious to see where it fits.

"Love me like how you peel pomegranate."

"What? Darling, you don't want that. Not from me."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"It's a bloody, messy endeavor."

"As long as I am bleeding at your hands, I am happy."

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Pomegranate poetry, because I'm eating one and feeling about it.

Pomegranate will always be used as a metaphor for love.

It's impossible to ignore the way the juice resembles blood. The alignment with how humans view relationships.

To love someone is to gently take them apart; peel back the hard exterior and see the inside. See that it is bloody, and ugly -- see that it is real, and in being alive and messy, it is beautiful.

Be too rough, and the juice will splatter. It will stain you, it will stain everything it touches. Violence yields you no reward, as in your desperation to get at the sweetness inside, you have destroyed it. All that remains is evidence of your aggression.

Maybe you hadn't wished to be so rough. Maybe you'd only been impatient; gentle hands first prying open the fruit, taking out each seed with care. The more time you spend, the more boring the endeavor gets. Why can't you simply enjoy it, why must you struggle for it? Care withers with impatience, and soon you're tearing through the fruit. You've gotten bored of being gentle with no reward.

It stains. It always does.

Truly, the only way to earn the reward of sweetness is through effort. Taking apart the fruit with a care that borders on reverence, each touch a loving caress. Be slow, do not rush anything. Even if it takes hours, you know it will be worth it. It's worth the effort. When all is said and done, look down at your hands, the countertop. Nothing is splattered with the evidence of carelessness or violence, and you get to savor the bittersweet taste.

Maybe this simply speaks to how I love, but pomegranate has earned its place as a metaphor for love.

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you have to outlive donald trump

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