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It’s been a very long time since I’ve posted art here but I want to start again. This creature is named Cassandra. I imagined her as some kind of amphibious cave dweller but her colors went very well with the spring trees so I decided to do a little photo shoot outside with her.

My favorite black velvety pants started falling apart which was dissaponting but on the bright side I get to re-purpose their fabric for my creatures, so I can thank my old pants for giving me some nice rich black to make Cassandra’s teeth and eyes.

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KAIJUNE 2025 #1, THE CRIMSON KING!

“We didn’t know what was coming. How could we? We saw a white flash, red skies, and he was here. The fire from the skies would not stop burning, the buildings crumbled and twisted into his vision in his wake, and what happened to the people…

They are like cancer, possessed of thought but only one overriding will, flesh and metal coming in waves. The few of us living found shelter, but the walls are thinning. I see outside, the city crumbling, and I hope “Please, for a few minutes, take them before they take us.”

Maybe that is why we deserve this. I looked into his eyes once. He looms large over the city, his flashing eyes, his flowing hair. But he was looking at me. I saw not the chaos of the burning city, but order, and that order was a life like death, war without end, pain without end.

We have made decisions of who would do the jobs that have put us in danger. Random lots, to avoid tearing us apart. I protested against it, the competent to their competencies. But then I saw better men than I fall when shoring up the exterior. I understand now, and do what I may and perhaps a bit more.

Perhaps this is penance. I have worked in… businesses around the city. I have advocated for dubious causes. But I have never seen the conquest come to me. To expect the fire and death I bloviated over at the tables of well-fed politicians to preach from the merchants of death.

But, nobody else in here deserved it. The young, the poor. And now I’m the only one left. Perhaps as the chickens come home to roost, this is what hatches from the egg. The thing that comes for us, rich or poor, old or young. This is America.”

-Note found in Washington D.C. The body adjacent was dead by a self-inflicted gunshot wound, no identification retrievable. All other corpses were unidentifiable, skeletonized.

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The Devil Is Real, And He Is American

-Graffitti found in Atlanta, Georgia.

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“These things… well, I’m terrified of them, not for the reason you think. I mean, of course, there’s the obvious, shambling tumor monsters, the co-ordinated action, the merging of flesh and metal, the looming prescence of a monster that thinks itself a god, you know, the usual.

You know, they call ‘em Flesh Gladiators. The army of the damned. And me, with my stupid comedian background, thinks of that song March of the Gladiators. Which played whenever the clowns were entering, or whenever something was going wrong. I think both apply here, except with the clowns, at least they only sometimes eviscerate you.

But that’s not what I’m afraid of. Well, not what I’m afraid of after I leave mass-evisceration distance, I mean. It’s how many people are just… caving to them. Working side by side, or even bowing down before Mr. Andrew Jackson’s yiffsona up there.

The cops especially. I swear, 99 times out of 10, they’re brutal thugs, but enough about before the this happened… In all due seriousness, they’re worse now. They have a purpose, an understanding, a cause beyond “shoot people over traffic tickets.” We once got hit with some sort of roadblock, said it was a dangerous area. Needless to say, it was, but more because they ahd an ambush of meat monsters out there. A new friend of ours helped, but that’s another story.

Funny, they always told us, “serve and protect.” But, you’ll notice, they never said what. I think we found our answer.”

-Freelance Kaiju Responder, Akira Schwartz

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“It is as I always say, when a window is broken, god gives us armnaments of the holy spirit, and today we see his mighty arms serving us. The flesh of St Anger may have been weak, but we have arms strong, everlasting before us, in our crimson king, in his glorious white face!

In losing one champion, we have been granted multitudes, his crusade is marching on to cleanse both the great beasts but their own hordes unsaved, those petulant, willful sinners who have not accepted the marks of Christ!

Now, some godless among us have called us evil! Do you hear that?! As Christ was condemned in his own time, we are condemned in ours! They call us anti-life, anti-freedom! Well, if they call the truth anti-life, if they call the light anti-freedom, then we must take that name with pride! Anti-life is life! Anti-life is life!”

-Intercepted recording of The Reverend. This statement was followed by several solid minutes of applause and chanting “Anti-life is life!”

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We at the Foundation formally have decided to sever all ties with the government-in-exile.

For decades we had worked with you on this project until we understood the implications of what this thing objectively was. For further decades we fought for severance from the project, due to the cruel and unusual products that we viewed as the only plausible outcome. For years were ignorant as to your continuity of this project beyond our watch, with skills inadequate to contain it, until it was too late.

Our actions were insufficient, both in the prevention of his unleashing and the prevention of your utilization despite the lack of expertise or understanding in your own organization. We had come to the conclusion that whatever utility would be produce would be dwarfed by the mass suffering. You had come to the inverse. It has been made evident in this unintended test which conclusion was true.

We do not know what fate you will attempt towards the states supposedly under command. We will no longer be a part of it. In the work for all humankind, we do not wish to be beneath an organization that does not share our values of human life and freedom from tyranny.

-Formalized notice from the current General Unbidden Forteana Foundation (Formerly the Government Unbidden Forteana Foundation)

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THE AMERICAN DREAM IS THE REVELATION, SO COME DOWN HALF OFF A REVOLUTION AND IT’S FREE AND IT’S FLESH TO A SUPERMARKET NEAR YOU! EVERYONE IS A HERO OF THE AMERICAN PEEPAW NO MATTER WHO DOESN’T, THOSE JELLY DOUGHNUTS WON’T KNOW A PRESUMPTIVE FIREWORKS FUN FROM A FREEDOM FRIED TOMORROW IN THE NATIONAL PARK! FREEDOM ISN’T FREEDOM, A PATRIOT’S BEST FRIEND IS HIS MOTHER’S BELT AND AMERICAN PIEHOLE OR MY NAME ISN’T CAN’T YOU SEE TO SHINING SEA!

violence for violence is the rule of beasts. violence prefigured is the rule of law. the rule of law is prefiguration before thought. the rule of law is the rule of man. the rule of man is violence before thought, unending, eternal. this is our gift to you. this is our punishment to you. this is our contract. this is your truth. this is America.

SO SING, SWING SING FOR THE RED, WHITE AND RED DOWN THOSE PLUMP AND JUICY THIGHS ON A BARBECUTIE THIS FORTH OF JUNELY, AND THESE TRUTHS TO BE SELF EVIDENT THAT ALL MEN ARE CREMATED UNEQUAL, SO GET YOURS WHILE YOU STILL CAN’T! WHITE PICK-ME FENCES, BARBEDQUE WIRE AND HOT SUMMER TRANCHES CAN BE YOU, SO DON’T WAIT, CULL NOW! IT’S A BUY ONE TAKE ONE FREEDOM SO DON’T DEBASE, CALL US AT-

-Intercepted recording at a local radio station. The station had been overtaken by Flesh Gladiators, and was subsequently purged. Skeletal remains no longer identifiable as human.

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Yea I walk through the valley of the stinking cosmic sewer, I know all fears. The city I’m in is devastated beyond belief, red white and blue fires like napalm balms and flesh and bone engulfing what were once buildings in shitty cathedrals like if Yoshihiro Nishimura built McMansions.

I look through the wreckage to see who, or what’s left, but most of the whats have already left. No doubt to join the crusade, manifest their destiny as it were, go West young flesh, ectcetera.

I heard the warning signs, had a few contacts in the G.U.F.F. tell me about the “Egg,” in the Pentagon, ultimate “Anomalous National Defense,” the final "And" after the too many fucking nukes. They said they scuppered the project years ago, I think they lied. Not to me of course, they're good people, but to themselves. Good people often do that.

Washington’s fucked, there’s a government-in-exile in New York and the states are doing what they can, but there’s a civil war. Pigs and pigfuckers are in love with the Satanhitler, as they always are. The pigs office I visited was whistle-clean. Probably went off to follow him. Yeah, of course I took the fucking guns and the siezed narcotics, not like anyone else was gonna use the damn things!

...but I got the food they left behind too in the stores, the little that was left after the mad rush and the sieges. Saving it if we find anybody, but I’m not sure we will. Never saw a living soul in any of ‘em so far. Just white bones stripped clean under a blue night.

And it's not just him. There's a few signs there, the spikes of the Black Queen, the poison electricity of the Candy Colored Clown. Protip, don't charge your fucking vape in a tainted outlet. Had to burn the fucking thing. I think it's on fire still. Point is, this Crimson King has a court, like all great dictators, a court of fiends and fools. And they're coming. 

Black Hole Sun was nothing, but I think this something might be worse. It’s not a death of nothing, it’s a cancer without end. They said the American Dream was dead before the kaiju started, but it was always alive and well. But a nightmare is a kind of dream too.

I walked through the burning, fleshy streets, I saw something that I would never forget. A simple spray-painted sign, black paint on red brick, reading simply: “This Is America.” There was a bloody handprint by the side, and a shattered can. A trail of scabrous red was running away.

I didn’t follow, I knew where it was going.

- D.W. Devlin, Reporter

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Ability Writeup: Extreme physical power compared to other kaiju, high strength and powerful biomechanical armor with a capacity for active self-repair. 

While his full list of abilities is unknown and likely expansive, his most prominent anti-kaiju abilities are the lashing hand-tendrils and his "napalm breath," a sticky burning substance which can produce multiple colors of flame. Blue flames causes halucinations and compells smaller organisms to walk towards it, white fire burns hottest, and the red fire shapes those non-living things it burns to his will

His most infamous ability is his "Cancer Rays," projected from the eyes that cause non-kaiju organisms to turn into fleshy, homicidal organisms often compared to walking tumors and often nicknamed Flesh Gladiators. These organisms can integrate inorganic elements and merge into larger organisms. The King hans some degree of control over these organisms, compared to a grotesque form of a real-time strategy game.

Bonus Trivia: He is old. He is a seed of evil from the soil of that original sin. He is the darkness of war and conquest a nation has brought upon those it considers others, and then upon itself. He is conquest as an infinite frontier, manifest destiny manifest. He is America.

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KAIJUNE IS BACK BAYBEE, and with it a new villain. I got started on him quite a while ago, and while at first I was not sure what to do with him, the events of the election... well, let's just say it inspired me. He also takes a lot from Darkseid, I will note.  it's not subtle, but I may as well note it.

He's named after the song In The Court of the Crimson King, about a decaying ominous empire that I have heard some say is a metaphor for the US. The other members of his "court" are also going to be based on the characters from that song, but I may as well mention the Candy Colored Clown AKA the Yellow Jester isn't going to be making an appearance until next year. 

Cause, as some later entries are gonna show, this is a multi-year plotline and I have plans. Also, the Flesh Gladiators are actually named after three different songs, which make sense if you think about them a bit, just to note.

Fun fact, the fact they're a winged unicorn is a loose William Butler Yeats reference, because apparently that "rough beast slouching towards Bethlehem" was meant to be a winged unicorn according to an earier poem. And I think that's kind of neat!

And of course, in Kaijune tradition, this character and all related narrative elements are under a CC-BY 4.0 license, as long as I, Thomas F Johnson, am credited as their creator. Have fun!

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This does make me think about how the real world equivalent of this would be a program that simulates regular animals fighting specifically to avoid the actual moral hazard thereof, where you could put in stats for your pets...

...which, holy shit, that would be the raddest fucking idea why has nobody done that yet?!

We have Totally Accurate Battle Simulator, there's precedent!

Personally I think that battle sims like showdown would still be a thing in the pokemon world. Cuz like picture this: you are ten years old and the only Pokémon you have access to is the elderly family Sunflora. You love Sunny to death but also literally every media you consume involves Pokémon battles and champions and cool ass fights. Sunny is too old to fight and your neighbor’s Gothita is too young. One day on the playground your friend tells you about this cool website that lets you battle pokemon on the computer. Later that night you boot up the family computer and instantly realize that this website lets you play as GROUDON (!!!!). There’s no going back from there.

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To yes-and, I will say, I feel like it's going to be impossible to unfuck this without organizing the labor of small online artists, given they're the ones that are driving this moral panic and the ones with the least organizational backing to protect them, and the one who need unification under a single banner the most due to being constantly turbofucked by their own atomization.

And, if I may be a bit mean here, part of the blame lies on online anti-copyright/anti-anti-AI leftists totally dropping the fucking ball on these labor issues. Just like, a total void of actual organizational work being done for the demographic of working-class-to-lumpenprole online creatives who are begging for something, some banner to fight under against the horseshit.

And, if I may be significantly meaner, I will say I think one of the underlying reasons of many is that they do not value the labor of online creatives and think it is worth protecting, whether it be due to personal grievance or a thin leftist veneer over the same "Get A Real Job" shit that everybody's shitty parents says. This is gleaned from multiple conversations I have encountered.

That, and another underlying cause I have noticed is they do not think it is worth it or even possible to organize for control over or labor on online spaces by way of online spaces (the only means by which these things are possible) because they're cynical from previous bad experience and don't want to bother trying or they fundamentally don't value online spaces.

And this isn't just me, Cory Doctorow has noted that he gets this shit over the tech issues he talks about. And the leftists who are a part of the problem get real fucking defensive when you loudly point this out.. Which I, as a fellow anti-IP leftist, point out as an invitation for those who do actually want to change things to pick up a shovel and start organizing.

I will note, there's elements you could probably use as a starting point to take inspiration form, like the New Old Web movement and the labor organizing efforts of gig workers, but that's a ramble for people more in-depth knowlegeable on these issues than me...

Worst part of popular left wing AI discourse online is that there's absolutely a need for a robust leftist opposition to use of cognitive automation without social dispensation to displaced human workers. The lack of any prior measures to facilitate a transition to having fewer humans in the workplace (UBI, more public control over industrial infrastructure, etc) is a disaster we are sleepwalking into - one that could lock the majority of our society's wealth further into the hands of authoritarian oligarchs who retain control of industry through last century private ownership models, while no longer needing to rely on us to operate their property.

But now we're seemingly not going to have the opposition we so desperately need, because everyone involved in the anti-AI conversation has pretty thoroughly discredited themselves and their movement by harbouring unconstrained reactionary nonsense, blatant falsehoods and woo. Instead of talking about who owns and benefits from cognitive automation, people are:

Demanding impossibilities like uninventing a now readily accessible technology

Trying to ascribe implicit moral value to said technology instead of the who is using it and how

Siding with corporations on copyright law in the name of "defending small artists"

Repeating obvious and embarrassing technical misconceptions and erroneous pop-sci about machine learning in order to justify their preferred philosophy

Invoking neo-spiritual conservative woo about the specialness of the human soul to try to incoherently discredit a machine that can quite obviously perform certain tasks just as well if not better than they can

Misrepresent numbers about energy use and environmental cost in an absurd double standard (all modern infrastructure is reliant on data centers to a similar level of impact, including your favourite fandom social media and online video games!) to build a narrative AI is some sort of malevolent spirit that damages our reality when it is called upon

It's a level of reactionary ignorance that has completely discredited any popular opposition to industrial AI rollout because it falls apart as soon as you dig deeper than a snappy social media post, or a misguided pro-copyright screed from an insecure web artist (who decries a machine laying eyes on their freely posted work while simultaneously charging commission for fan-art of corporate IPs... I'm sure that will absolutely resolve in their favour).

It would be funny how much people are fucking themselves over with all this, except I'm being fucked over to, and as a result am really quite mad about the situation. We need UBI, we need to liberate abundance from corporate greed, what we don't need is viral posts about putting distortion filters on anime fan-art to ward off the evil mechanical eye, pointless boycotts of platforms because they are perceived to have let the evil machines taint them, or petitions to further criminalize the creation of derivative works.

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2025 Commissions Pricing

Testing postybirb by also re-announcing commissions cross platform. If you’re interested my dms are open to discuss details - Also this is the second post bc I bungled the first oopsie.

Posted using PostyBirb

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...While this is probably dumb, anyone else surprised Tumblr didn't make the fact that the Terror Claws Skeletor figure's wearing what looks like a binder into a meme?

Like, I mean, given this is both the trans website and the funny skeleton website, I'm genuinely slightly surprised.

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everyone say thank you ancient south american and mesoamerican agricultural heroes for tomatoes

everyone say thank you ancient central and south american agricultural heroes for beans

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I still think it's funny that Piglet's Big Game going viral shows that, actually, you can make a work of horror with the Winnie The Pooh characters that feels fitting to the original work.

It's just that the people doing it after the book went PD were really, really bad at it!

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Hans Larwin - Death Directs the Bullet, 1917.

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You could probably guess why the Jason Todd costume is on there, but for context on why I chose the Big Penny despite its prominence, watch this to get a context on the obscure loser villain it originall came from (Hint: It wasn't Two-Face)

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now feels like a good time to reiterate that Iranians have been martyred by america + israel already, both empires that possess nuclear weapons, and that Iran does not have nuclear weapons. so now is not the time to joke about america getting nuked-- any retaliation on Iran's part is justified and the only way we escape this situation, but Iran is not going to nuke us, because the entire premise that Iran has nukes is how america justified bombing them and also the exact same rhetoric we used against Iraq and how we killed my countrysmen when there was again no evidence of nuclear warfare. New York City is not going to get fucking nuked. go listen to a podcast or something

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anyway you should always remember that all those foreigners you see dying on the news are just as real people as you are who have just as much interiority as you do. there is nothing about you that makes you more important and it is by pure chance that you are not in their position. in fact, this holds for all of history. every person, no matter the horror of the fate that befell them, had just as much interiority as you do. i feel like some people haven't fully internalized this.

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...Well, since you're asking in good faith, in a broader spectrum, South Park basically shifted edgy transgressive comedy towards right-libertarian grievance culture compared to previous more progressive manifestations, in a way that made them prime for far-right takeover.

Like, if you look at the actual ideology behind it, it's not "Both sides," it's a very specific sort of privileged libertarianism that gets angry at anything that inconveniences it or anyone who actually believe in changing the status quo.

Lore Sjoberg pretty consisely skewered that with his comic on Shutupicrats, and I'd assert that ideology almost inarguably turbocharged the cultural conditions and "shutupicrat" reflexive reactionary mindset that gave us 4chan and later Gamergate and later... this mess.

In addition, while this is more antecdotal, I know of a lot of people who's bullies and shitty peers as kids took a lot of influence from South Park, and while it's sometimes unfair to blame a work for its fans, I'd say in this case...

If one of these options made you very mad, feel free to dig yourself deeper in the reblogs.

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...I do kinda wonder who owns the rights to the original monsters from the show.

Cause, you'd think it'd be Hanna-Barbera, now Warner, but another thing makes me less sure.

Because, you'd think the Godzilla: the Series ones from the 90s would also be owned by its own production company at Sony.

But the Toho website's subsection where they basically let people post what's essentially legitimatized fanfic had sections for the monsters from that series. Meaning that presumably they have some sort of legal ownership of them, at least in part.

And, for further reference, CH Greenblat wanted to include this show-original character, created solely by HB for their I Dream of Jeannie animated series, in Jellystone, but couldn't because of rights conflicts"

Meaning, presumably the parent company that produced Jeannie has some rights stake in that, meaning also that might be the case with HB's Godzilla series...

...Also, appropos of nothing, here's a really good fan-animation by Vrahno of Godzilla fighting one of the more memorable monsters from that show, Axor, in the style of the classic movies:

Godzilla really, really, REALLY does not like vegetables!