Kanaya Maryam

Zervar Burouh

5 days ago

@gravitationallyCinematic[GC]

99< [((#this-stuff-is-happening-to-grubs #cw-animal-death #cw-child-abuse #depending-on-your-opinion #death #gore #violence #blood #horror #body-horror #substance (light mention) #cw-needles #cw-cannibalism))] 99< [PLAYBACK BEGINS: THE SCENE OPENS WITH AN ABOVE GROUND SHOT OF THE MOTHER GRUB'S PERSONAL CAVERN. THE GROUND SEEMS TO MOVE LIKE RAINBOW COLORED GRASS, HUE CONSTANTLY SHIFTING. JADEBLOODS WADE THROUGH THE COLORS; SOME WIELD BROOMS, SOME HOSES, SOME MODIFIED BUTTERFLY NETS AND CLUNKY BACKPACKS. THE CAMERA SLOWLY GETS CLOSER AND CLOSER TO THE GROUND. CLARITY INCREASES. RATHER THAN GRASS, THE MOVEMENT COMES FROM AN UNENDING WAVE OF WIGGLERS, SCUTTLING OUTWARDS FROM THE CENTER OF THE CAVERN, AWAY FROM THE MOTHERGRUB. ONE JADEBLOOD SWINGS HER NET, CAPTURING WHAT MUST BE AT LEAST A HUNDRED OF THE MINISCULE NEWHATCHES, THEN DUMPS THEM ALL INTO HER BACKPACK. THE EDITING IS STRANGE, WITH MANY QUICK, NEEDLESS CUTS TO DIFFERENT ANGLES.] 99< [The first few instants after a wiggler is expelled from one of the mother grub's many orifices are of vital import to its continued survival. The majority of wigglers will not leave the cavern they were hatched in. The first order of business is nutrients. The mother grub spares no more than she must for each wiggler; they will need to eat to even have the energy to escape. The best first meal for any wiggler is its own discarded egg sac. These contain many vital nutrients that may be reclaimed to help the grub grow. However, the speed at which new wigglers are hatched ensures there is always more than enough competition for this valuable resource.] 99< [This is the first check for good genes a wiggler will experience. Is the wiggler fast enough to grab a sac and run? Is the wiggler sneaky enough to steal the prize from another? Clever enough to create a distraction? Perhaps strong enough to fend off rivals. On rare instances one might even be lucky enough to spot a wiggler with an aptitude for leadership which can form a small gang.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE VIEW FOCUSES ON A YELLOWBLOODED WIGGLER. IT IS VERY, VERY TINY. IT HAS A MESSY MOP OF HAIR COVERING ITS EYES AND TWO V-SHAPED HORNS. IT IS SURROUNDED BY A STAMPEDE OF WIGGLERS ON ALL SIDES, IMPEDING ITS OWN MOTION, BUT IT IS MANAGING TO SQUEAK AND CHITTER ENOUGH TO GET THE ATTENTION OF A FEW OTHER WIGGLERS. THERE IS A JADEBLOOD, NEARLY BALD, WITH A SINGLE HANDLE SHAPED HORN CONNECTING TO BOTH SIDES OF ITS HEAD. THERE IS A PURPLEBLOOD WITH CURLS POKING THROUGH A SERIES OF COMBOVER SHAPED HORNS. THERE IS A BRONZEBLOOD WITH CHOPPY HAIR AND HORNS SHAPED LIKE TWIGS. THE THREE LISTEN TO THE MUSTARDBLOOD, OCCASIONALLY CHIRPING IN RESPONSE TO IT. THE EDITING CONTINUES TO BE ODD, WITH THE OCCASIONAL SEEMINGLY POINTLESS CUT.] 99< [This is also a test of greed. No matter how strong a wiggler might be, if it over-indulges it will find difficulty defending itself. The second-best meal in this cavern, after the egg sacs, is another wiggler.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE CAMERA CUTS TO A LARGE INDIGO WHICH HAS SUCCESSFULLY BULLIED MANY OTHER GRUBS AWAY FROM A PILE OF EGG SACS. IT IS ABOUT TWICE AS LARGE AS THE REST OF THE GRUBS, MAKING IT ABOUT THE SIZE OF A THUMB. IT GORGES ITSELF ON THE SACS AND REVELS IN ITS GOOD FORTURE. SUDDENLY, THE PURPLE WIGGLER FROM BEFORE CRAWLS IN FRONT OF IT AND LETS OUT AN ADORABLOODTHIRSTY ROAR OF CHALLENGE. THE INDIGO BELLOWS AND BEGINS MOVING TOWARDS THIS THREAT. AS IT STANDS, THE JADE AND BRONZE LUNGE AT IT FROM BEHIND, EACH BITING DOWN ON A LEG. IT WHIMPERS IN RESPONSE THEN WHEELS AROUND, FIXATED ON THIS NEW THREAT. THE PURPLE LIFTS ITSELF ONTO ITS HIND LEGS THEN SLAMS DOWN ON THE INDIGO'S BACK. ITS FRONT LEGS PIERCE IT, DRAWING A TWIN TRICKLES OF BLOOD. IT CRIES OUT AGAIN AS IT SHAKES THE LOWERBLOODS OFF ITS LEGS.] 99< [THE MUSTARD MAKES ITSELF KNOWN AS IT CHARGES INTO THE INDIGO, GORING ITS SIDE WITH ITS HORNS. THIS IS ENOUGH OF A DISTRACTION FOR THE JADE AND BRONZE TO GET BACK TO WORK. THEY PEEL OFF LEGS, ONE BY ONE, AS THE PURPLE GNAWS ON THE INDIGO'S FACE. WITH A FINAL PATHETIC WHIMPER THE INDIGO SUCCUMBS TO BLOOD LOSS AND EXHAUSTION. THE GOLDBLOOD STRUGGLES TO FREE ITSELF FROM ITS SIDE AS THE PURPLE AND BRONZE START PULLING THE INDIGO IN HALF. THE JADE CRAWLS AROUND TO HELP FREE THE YELLOW, WHICH GIVES AN APPRECIATIVE CHIRP. THE QUARTET RIP APART THE INDIGO, REVEALING A MUSH OF BLUE BLOOD AND STILL UNDIGESTED SACS. THEY EACH EAT THEIR FILL, BUT NO MORE. THE CARRION IS ALREADY ATTRACTING SCAVENGERS, READY TO ENCROACH UPON THE FEAST, AND FIGHT FOR IT. THE FOUR LEAVE THE REMAINS TO JOIN THE RUSHING WAVE OF GRUBS, BUT STICK CLOSE TOGETHER. ] 99< [IN THE MASS OF GRUBS SOME NIP OR BITE AT THEIR NEIGHBORS. SOME ARE FLUNG THROUGH THE AIR WITH NASCENT PSIONICS. SOME ARE EATEN. ANY WHICH TRY ANYTHING WITH THE QUARTET ARE MET WITH A SWIFT REPRISAL BY ANOTHER OF THE BAND.] 99< [The cavern floor is quickly coated with a sticky mix of blood, up to half a Tiny Imperial Measurement Unit (TIMU) deep closest to the mother grub. The calories gained from fully devouring another grub or even half an egg sac will be enough for a wiggler to escape, assuming they can avoid a fight. Those unfortunate or weak enough to not get either will have to make due with lapping up the blood.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE CAMERA VIEW PULLS AWAY, THOUGH THE QUARTET REMAINS IN VIEW. ONCE FAR ENOUGH AWAY THE ODD CUTS DISAPPEAR. IT FLIES AHEAD OF THEIR TRAJECTORY, CLOSER TO THE WALLS OF THE CAVERN, AND A FEW JADEBLOODED TROLLS IN COVERALLS COME INTO VIEW.] 99< [There are many tasks jadebloods must carry out in the mother grub's chamber: the most important is feeding. The mother grub is kept nourished on a nutrient sludge that has been bio-engineered to keep it fertile, placid, and healthy. While not officially condoned, some caverns have been known to toss wiggler corpses that haven't yet been scavenged into the mix. Depending on the cavern the sludge is then either baked into different shapes, generally beetles, that mimic the mother grub's "natural" diet, or it is administered intravenously.] 99< [Next in importance is collection. ] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE CAMERA FOLLOWS THE QUARTET FROM A GRUB'S EYE VIEW. THE CAVERN WALLS ARE IN SIGHT, WITH FLICKERING LIGHT SHINING FROM DIFFERENT CAVE ENTRANCES. SOME ARE WIDE OPEN WHILE SOME ARE TINY CRACKS, BARELY LARGE ENOUGH FOR A WIGGLER TO SQUEEZE THROUGH. THEY GET CLOSER AND CLOSER, THE JADEBLOODS AHEAD LOOK SO MASSIVE FROM THIS HEIGHT, THE JADES TURN TOWARDS THEM, ONE SMILES- THE CAMERA IS SUDDENLY CAUGHT BY THE SWING OF A NET. THE QUARTET- NO, THE TRIO, LOOK UP WITH A MIX OF INDIGNATION, OUTRAGE, AND FEAR. THERE IS A MUSTARD, A JADE, AND A PURPLE WIGGLER. THE CAMERA CUTS BACK TO THEIR PERSPECTIVE. THE MATURE JADEBLOOD HOLDS A NET FULL OF WIGGLERS, WITH THE BRONZE'S FACE VISIBLE NEAR THE BOTTOM. IT KNOWS NOT WHAT IS TO COME BUT IT KNOWS TO BE VERY, VERY AFRAID. SOME GRUBS SPILL OUT OVER THE TOP AND REJOIN THE MOB. WHEN THEY MOLT THEY WILL NOT REMEMBER HOW CLOSE THEY WERE.] 99< [Cavern collecterrors station themselves far enough from the cavern walls that the wave of wigglers remains tidal, but close enough that only fattened up wigglers will be left. With a single swing of their nets a whole slew of grubs are captured. These grubs are processed on the spot for efficiency's sake.] 99< [THE OLDER JADEBLOOD DUMPS THE LOAD OF GRUBS INTO HER BACKPACK. THE CAMERA FOLLOWS THE BRONZEBLOODED WIGGLER, BUT THE TRIO CAN BE SEEN FLEEING AS THE VIEW SHIFTS. THE YELLOW LOOKS BACK ONCE, THEN CONTINUES.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE CAMERA SWIVELS AROUND BEHIND THE COLLECTERROR AND THE SCENE SHIFTS FROM LIVE FOOTAGE TO SLIGHTLY CHUNKY CGI. EVERYTHING IS RENDERED IN WIRE FRAME, EXCEPT THE WIGGLERS. THE BRONZE IS FOLLOWED, BUT DOZENS UNDERGO THE SAME PROCESS. THE PROCESS PROCEEDS IN FULL, GORY DETAIL AS IT IS NARRATED.] 99< [The torso pillar rucksack of the collecterrors contains a highly specialized bio-machine called a "baby thresher". The first chamber has a floor at a steep angle. Various pheromones are used to separate wigglers by caste and corral them through one of ten different exits. Higherbloods have exits towards the top, such that as they push other wigglers down the lowerbloods among them are moved closer to their own exits. Those which fail to escape, or which are already dead or dying, slide to the bottom and fall into a separate chamber.] 99< [The mixed caste chamber contains a simple set of piston powered walls. They mash the corpses within to a pulp which drains out the bottom. A series of sieves separate out blood, tissue, bone matter, and horn keratin, which is all mixed and collected for later use. The baby thresher comes equipped with many jars to hold the collected materials.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE BRONZE WIGGLER, IN CGI BUT STILL MORE REAL THAN THE WIRE FRAMES, IS USHERED ALONGSIDE ITS PEERS INTO THE BRONZE CHAMBER. ONCE THROUGH THE ENTRANCE IT IMMEDIATELY FALLS INTO A PIT, ENSURING THERE IS NO HOPE FOR CLIMBING BACK OUT.] 99< [Each caste is sorted into a similar chamber. Lowerblood chambers are equipped to handle a great quantity of wigglers, but otherwise they are identical. Hollow needles extend from the walls of the chamber and extract the blood from the wigglers. A carefully calibrated timer ensures that only just enough is taken so as to not cull the wigglers. Once the needles retract the weakened wigglers are attracted, again via pheromone, into a new chamber. Those which refuse to exit or which perish before exiting will be eaten by the next cohort; the self-cleaning capabilities of the baby thresher are one of its key advantages over previous collection methods.] 99< [THE BRONZE WAILS AND SQUIRMS AS IT IS PUNCTURED MANY TIMES OVER AND SUCKED DRY. IT IS A HUSK BY TIME THE NEEDLES RETRACT, FLESH ALMOST GREY. WHEN THE PASSAGE IN FRONT OF IT OPENS IT MOVES AS FAST AS ITS WEAKENED STATE WILL ALLOW. IT WEARS A FACE OF HOPE. IT IS SURE THERE IS ESCAPE AHEAD. IT IS SURE ITS COMPANIONS ARE WAITING FOR IT. IT REALIZES TOO LATE THAT THE NEXT CHAMBER IS ANOTHER PIT AND IS PUSHED IN BY THE BRONZES BEHIND IT. IT IS GROUND BETWEEN TWO SPIKED ROLLERS, SEEMINGLY MADE OF SOME BUG'S SHELLS, AND DEPOSITED IN A PILE OF GORE AND OFFAL.] 99< [The remains of the grubs are collected in their own separate containment units. The small size of the newhatches ensure it takes an entire night before the storage needs emptying. The jadebloods are graded harshly on the quantity and quality of their collections. The combined caste materials are exported for use in the creation of concrete, paper, and fertilizer, among other uses. The separated blood is exported as a higher price for use as paints, dyes, and grubsauce, to name a few examples. The separated offal has many different uses depending on the caste it is collected from. The export of these materials is one of the chief manners brooding caverns pay for overhead costs and bring in necessary resources such as food or personal computing devices.] 99< [SCENE CHANGE: THE WIRE FRAMES DECONSTRUCT IN A MANNER SIMILAR TO AN OLD SCREENSAVER. THE VIEW SHIFTS BACK TO REALITY, FOLLOWING THE TRIO OF GRUBS FROM BEFORE. THE HERD HAS THINNED OUT GREATLY AT THIS POINT; THE CAVERN FLOORS ARE VISIBLE. THERE ARE NO STRANGE CUTS.] 99< [Grubs which have managed to claim their first meal and dodge culling from peers or caretakers will make it to the edge of the cavern. From there, they must pick an exit. Some are dead ends; grubs instinctively refuse to return to the mother grub's chamber, so these will inevitably starve. Some exits lead immediately to predatory mold. A scant few lead deeper into the caverns, where grubs will have to fend for themselves, hunt, forage, and eventually, pupate.] 99< [THE TRIO BICKERS FOR A FEW MOMENTS ABOUT WHICH EXIT TO PICK. THE JADE WIGGLER SEEMS TO BE INTERESTED IN A MOSSY CREVASSE, THE PURPLE IN A HOLE THAT WOULD REQUIRE CLIMBING TO, AND THE MUSTARD IN A WIDE OPEN CORRIDOR. THE ARGUMENT ESCALATES TO NIPPING, BUT EVENTUALLY THEY AGREE TO GO DOWN THE WIDE CORRIDOR. THE PURPLE SEEMS ESPECIALLY HUFFY ABOUT THIS. AT LEAST, AS HUFFY AS SOMETHING THAT TINY CAN MANAGE. THE CAMERA FOLLOWS THEM IN, SHOWING HOW THE CORRIDOR QUICKLY OPENS UP INTO A GORGEOUS UNDERWATER RIVER SYSTEM, WITH OLDER AND FATTER GRUBS PLAYING, EATING, AND CULLING EACH OTHER IN THE DISTANCE. ONE GRUB IN THE UPPER LEFT CORNER OF THE SHOT GETS EATEN WHOLE BY A CARNIVOROUS PLANT. THE PLANT WALKS OUT OF FRAME. THE TRIO SETS OUT WITH A CHORUS OF SQUEAKS BUT THE CAMERA REMAINS STILL.] 99< [The journey is far from over, but grubs which escape the mother grub's chamber have a good start on life. If they've had more than one meal, even better. The next installment shall explore the early life of a proper wiggler and the hazards that come with it. I have been Head Archivist Zervar Burouh. As always, questions and comments are most welcome.] 99< [Wiggler Population Remaining: ~45%] 99< [#BroodingCavernsDocumentary #BroodingCaverns #GrubDeath #WigglerDeath #Pheromones #MotherGrub #Eggs #Hatching #Birthing #CavernJades #Collecterrors #GrubOnGrubViolence #MaterialsCollection] Őoo

Jade Harley

0 months ago

Puppymoded

This user is literally a dog. A very good and wonderful dog.

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@gardenGnostic[GG]

i am THRILLED to announce the opening of the botanics of earth-c quantum uranium enrichment research and laboratories, also known as the becquerel center!!! this is just the first step in creating a sanctuary for the botanical life that can be found all over our wonderful planet, and the first step in our multi-pronged educational outreach program!!! keep tuned for more announcements and events in the future as we continue to expand!!! #earthc #botanicalgarden #scientificoutreach #educationaloutreach

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Woegothe, the Session Guardian

1 month ago

𝐸𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽'𝓈 𝒞𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓃

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓮.

@woeGothic[WG]

I would like to address something regarding my fellow sapphics. There is a particular kind of individual who encounters lesbian culture only through a series of poorly photocopied warnings left under their windshield wiper. It is always a special little miracle when a gay man discovers lesbian culture the way a Victorian physician discovers a woman with opinions. Clipboard out. Brow furrowed. Suddenly very concerned about hysteria. Somehow, he has acquired a remarkably heteronormative view of a nuanced queer topic. Because, of course, when straight men say lesbians are dramatic, predatory, sexless, angry, unfeminine, cliquish, or fundamentally broken, we recognize the sound. It is boring. It is ancestral. It smells faintly of mildew and fatherhood. But when a gay man says it, he often expects the critique to arrive pre-washed. He, too, has been harmed by heteronormativity. He cannot possibly be speaking in its ancient and cruel tongues. He is merely trying to help. Unfortunately, Dirk, not only do you speak in its accent, you have mastered the dialect. How generous. Dirk’s little #lesbianlifehack series is interesting because it occasionally wanders within spitting distance of a real point, then immediately wraps that point in such a thick, glistening membrane of contempt that one is forced to ask whether the lesson is “lesbians should have healthier relationships” or “Dirk should not be allowed near women unless supervised by a committee of exhausted school counselors.” Let us begin with the emotionally unavailable woman. Yes. Congratulations. Some people are terrible to date. Some people are dangerous to date. Avoidant, self-destructive, addicted, cruel, radioactive. It is perfectly fair to say, “Do not romanticize someone who will harm you and call it love.” Bravo. It becomes less fair when the description turns into a fetishized wanted poster of a tall, handsome, substance-adjacent, vaguely masc woman who “would be a real stunner if she would man up and start T already.” Textbook gender resentment wearing a little paper hat that says “concern.” You are not helping lesbians by implying every troubled masculine woman is a proto-man who has failed to complete the customer survey. You are not protecting women by teaching them to read masculinity, addiction, and emotional unavailability as one big predatory silhouette. You are not critiquing harm. You are eroticizing the hazard sign, then blaming lesbians for looking at it. Yes. Do not build your nest in the ribcage of a woman who cannot hold you without making it feel like a hostage negotiation. Do not convince yourself that her distance is mystique. Do not confuse addiction, avoidance, cultivated indifference, or unresolved trauma with hidden tenderness that only you are clever and beautiful enough to excavate. That is useful advice. Unfortunately, Dirk cannot simply deliver useful advice. His advice is studded with little barbs slid between the ribs of each sentence. He cannot resist treating gender nonconformity as diagnostic material. Nor can he resist a cisgendered narrative. How quaint. How refreshing. The wounded seductress who eats girls alive because she is empty inside. That woman exists. She is also not a species. The problem is not that lesbians are drawn to masculine women. Or complicated women. Or traumatized women. Or women with nicotine habits, hard faces, and poor coping mechanisms. The problem is romanticizing unavailability. The problem is treating damage as proof of depth. The problem is deciding that if someone cannot love you well, the failure must mean the love is profound. Dirk found the correct door. However. He kicked it open with a boot full of misogyny confetti. So yes. Hit the bricks when someone shows you she cannot give back what you put in. But do not mistake every haunted woman for a trap. Do not mistake every masc woman for a threat. Do not mistake every hard-edged lesbian for a spider. And do not let a gay man with a clipboard convince you that his contempt counts as field research. Quite literally everything he has said about lesbians can be flipped on virtually any orientation. The outright targeting of women, sapphics, lesbians, femineity, feminine adjacent individuals, brought in under this microscopic lens is not unlike the wretched magnifying glass burning our little ant hill. A tool for research being used as a weapon again. I will continue these rants shortly.

Tavros Nitram

1 month ago

Verified

A user of established repute

transgender

love yourself

@adiosToreador[AT]

[There is a link to a GrubTube video from the official New New Skaia Community College channel. Most of the videos on it are from some sort of media club, but there are more official looking ones as well. The video shows Tavros wearing a graduation cap, a gown, and a mixed expression. She keeps glancing towards the front of the audience, at a handful of empty seats. She walks to a podium, struggles a bit with the microphone, then delivers a valedictorian speech. Her voice is cracking and her tone wavering, but she has the audience eating out of the palm of her hand. They laugh at nonsense non-sequitors that sound like inside jokes, they cheer when she congratulates them all, they fall silent when she laments that Mr. Abernathy wasn't able to make it. She even gets an applause that's only half-begrudging when she compliments the vegan catering done by some reality show. Some way, somehow, tavros has the aura of someone popular. Liked. Respected. And yet, she keeps glancing towards those chairs. Eventually she bows out, throws up her cap, and makes her way off-stage just in time for the cameras to only barelt catch her mascara starting to run.] wELL, tHERE IT IS, fOUR HUMAN YEARS AND,,, iT'S OVER, i AM A BACHELORETTE OF, bIOLOGY,,, i'VE BEEN ACCEPTED INTO THE, sKAIAN uNIVERSITY OF lIFE FOR THE VETERINARY TRACK SO,,, jUST TIME TO WAIT FOR THAT, aHAHA,,, tHANKS @TIMAEUStESTIFIED FOR SHOWING UP, tHAT WAS A SURPRISE SINCE, wELL i GUESS i SHOULD HAVE SENT YOU AN INVITE, i JUST DIDN'T THINK YOU, aCCEPTED ME AS BASICALLY, tHE 8TH ALPHA KID BUT,,, iT MEANT A LOT THAT, sOMEONE SHOWED, aHA, hA,,, tHIS WAS, a REALLY BIG MOMENT FOR ME,  AND,,, i REALLY WANTED TO SHARE IN THAT JOY, wITH MY FRIENDS AND, eXPERIENCE PEOPLE BEING PROUD, oF ME AND COMING OUT, fOR ME, yOU KNOW, mAKING TIME FOR, tAVROS BUT, pEOPLE ARE BUSY, i GET IT, sO IT'S WHATEVER, bUT UMM, i SHOULDN'T BE WHINING, cONGRATS TO ALL MY FELLOW GRADS AND, tHANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, mR. aBERNATHY, i WISH YOU COULD HAVE BEEN THERE, i'M GOING HIVE, HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/FC2BD92E027F.JPG

KARKAT VANTAS

1 month ago

@carcinoGeneticist[CG]

I’M NOT KILLING PEOPLE. I’M KILLING BOYS. JENNIFER’S BODY. A CLASSIC TEEN DRAMA THRILLER THAT WAS THE PERFECT WAY TO GET MYSELF NICE AND ACCLIMATED TO THE MURKY, SCUM-COVERED POOL WATER IN THE YMCA OF HORROR. THE TILE IS SLIMY AND IT SMELLS LIKE MILDEW IN HERE, BUT FUCK, I GUESS I’M GOING IN ANYWAY. I CAN’T BELIEVE I MANAGED TO— *DECIDED* TO— WATCH VIVARIUM FIRST, GIVEN THAT THE LEVEL OF “TERROR AND DREAD” IN THIS FILM WAS HARDLY WHAT IT WAS FOR THAT ONE. PERHAPS I DUNKED MY HEAD IN FIRST INTO THAT DREADFUL EXISTENTIAL BLACKNESS INSTEAD OF WALKING DOWN THE STEPS HOLDING THE RAILING AND MAYBE DONNING A SWIM CAP LIKE A NORMAL PERSON. IF ONLY I KNEW THAT JENNIFER’S BODY WOULD MAKE ME FEEL, STRANGELY, A SIMILAR EMPTY ACHE. IT STARTS SIMPLE ENOUGH; JENNIFER AND NEEDY ARE TWO EARTH HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS WHO ARE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER. I COULD SEE THEM AS PALE, BUT THAT’S NEITHER HERE NOR THERE. NEEDY IS THIS HUGE DWEEB THAT EVERYONE IS ALWAYS QUESTIONING ABOUT HOW SOMEBODY LIKE JENNIFER— THE PRETTY CHEERLEADER— EVEN ACTUALLY LIKES HER. IT’S CLEAR THAT THE TWO HAVE BEEN FRIENDS FOR A LONG TIME, AND HAVE AN ESTABLISHED BOND. THEY DECIDE ONE NIGHT TO GO OUT TO THIS LOCAL BAR (OR RATHER, JENNIFER CONVINCES NEEDY TO ABANDON HER SHITRINSER OF A MATESPRIT) TO SEE A ROCK BAND THAT’S PASSING THROUGH DEVIL’S KETTLE. THINGS GO WAY SOUTH WAY QUICK. THE BAR, DUE TO AN ACCIDENT OF SOME ELECTRICAL EQUIPMENT GOING HAYWIRE, GOES UP IN FLAMES. IT’S A COMPLETE AND TOTAL SHITFEST, NATURALLY, EVERYBODY SCREAMING AND CRYING AND BURNING AS YOU WOULD DO IF YOU WERE CAUGHT IN A BURNING BUILDING. CLASSIC. JENNIFER IS TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF BY THAT VERY GROUP OF MEN WHEN THEY ASK HER IF SHE AND NEEDY WANT TO COME WITH THEM TO THEIR *TOTALLY AWESOME AND NOT CREEPY* ROCKER SCUTTLEBUGGY. NEEDY SAYS NO, BEGS FOR JENNIFER NOT TO FOLLOW, BUT BECAUSE SHE’S IN SHOCK FROM THE SHIT THAT JUST HAPPENED, SHE GOES WITHOUT PROTEST. AND THIS IS HOW JENNIFER ENDS UP BEING CHOSEN AS A “VIRGIN SACRIFICE” FOR A DEMONIC RITUAL ENACTED BY THE MEN FOR THE PURPOSES OF EVERLASTING FAME AND FORTUNE. I’M NOT SUPER FAMILIAR WITH THE HUMAN SIGNIFICANCE OF VIRGINITY, SO I HAD TO LOOK IT UP, AND WHAT A WEIRD PILE OF MISOGYNISTIC GARBAGE, FIRST OF ALL. YOU SHOULD ALL BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES FOR PERPETUATING SUCH A NOTION THAT HONESTLY FEELS PREDATORY AND FUCKING EVIL. I DIGRESS. BUT GET THIS! THIS IS WHERE SHIT HITS THE BREEZE BLENDER. THE RITUAL GOES INCORRECTLY, BECAUSE JENNIFER ISN’T A VIRGIN OR WHATEVER. BECAUSE OF THAT, THE DEMON THAT THE BAND WAS TRYING TO MAKE A DEAL WITH ATTACHES ITSELF TO HER INSTEAD, RESURRECTING HER AND MAKING A HOME ALONGSIDE HER SOUL. THIS GIVES HER AN INSATIABLE HUNGER FOR BLOOD AND VISCERA, WHICH DRIVES HER TO SEDUCE AND SUBSEQENTLY FEED OFF OF THE LIVING, STARTING WITH THE GROUP WHO PUT HER IN THIS POSITION IN THE FIRST PLACE. IT SEEMS THAT WHILE SHE CAN’T CONTROL HER URGES TO FEED, SHE CAN CONTROL *WHO* SHE FEEDS ON, WHICH IS LUCKY FOR NEEDY, BECAUSE SHE REALLY COULD HAVE BEEN IN SOME HOT WATER WHEN JENNIFER SHOWED UP IN HER HOUSE COVERED IN BLOOD AND BILE HUNGRY AS FUCK AND ATE HER MOM’S ROTISSERIE CLUCKBEAST OUT OF THE THERMAL HULL. SO THE KILLINGS CONTINUE, AND NEEDY IS TRYING TO FIND A REASON FOR ALL OF THIS INSANE HORSESHIT BECAUSE SHE STILL DOESN’T QUITE GET THE CONNECTION BETWEEN THE BEHAVIOR OF HER FRIEND AND THE MISSING BOYS THAT HAVE CROPPED UP TORN TO BITS IN THE DAYS AFTER. SOMEHOW. EVEN WHEN JENNIFER VISITS HER AT HOME AND SHOWS HER FLESH— HER TONGUE, TO BE EXACT— IS IMMUNE TO INJURY. IT ONLY CLICKS SHE VISITS THE SCHOOL LIBRARY AND LEARNS ABOUT HUMAN OCCULT RITUALS AND REALIZES THAT JENNIFER IS POSSESSED. IT CULMINATES, WHEN, ON THE NIGHT OF THE DANCE, NEEDY FINDS HERSELF ABANDONED BY HER CHIP AND REALIZES THAT JENNIFER IS RESPONSIBLE FOR LEADING HIM ASTRAY. NEEDY FINDS HER IN AN ABANDONED POOL HOUSE WITH HER MATESPRIT HALF-ALIVE, AND THEY HAVE A SHOWDOWN, WHICH LEAVES NEEDY ALIVE WITH A FEW SCRATCHES AND CHIP DEAD. NEEDY HUNTS JENNIFER DOWN THAT NIGHT, AND KILLS HER IN HER CHILDHOOD BEDROOM. THIS IS WHAT LANDS NEEDY IN PRISON, WHICH IS WHERE THE STORY STARTED US OFF. THE ACTUAL UNDERLYING NARRATIVE OF JENNIFER’S BODY, IF YOU’RE PAYING ATTENTION (I.E. IF YOU HAVE A PULSE AND ANYTHING BIGGER THAN A FART NIBLET LOLLING ABOUT ON YOUR LOBE STEM) IS REALLY… SAD. THE USE OF SEDUCTION TO ENTRAP THE UNSUSPECTING HAMBEASTS THAT FALL INTO HER CLUTCHES IS A VERY, *VERY* INTENTIONAL PLOT DEVICE. THE WHOLE REASON SHE’S EVEN IN THIS POSITION IS NOT OF HER OWN VOLITION; SHE WAS TRAUMATIZED FROM A BAR FIRE AND THEN ROUNDED UP BY A GROUP OF PREDATORS WHO WANTED TO USE HER *BODY* FOR A RITUAL THAT ENDED UP GOING HAYWIRE. SEE? EVEN DOWN TO THE TITLE. I FEEL LIKE I’M CONNECTING SOME DOTS HERE FOR YOU HOPEFULLY. IT’S ONLY BECAUSE OF THEIR CHOICES THAT SHE’S NOW STRUNG UP WITH A CURSE THAT SHE CAN NEVER QUELL. A POSSESSION THAT SHE CAN’T CONQUER, LEST SOMEBODY FREE HER FROM IT. WHICH LEADS ME TO NEEDY. THE RELATIONSHIP THAT NEEDY AND JENNIFER MAINTAIN IS ALSO OF INTEREST TO ME. I’VE INTENTIONALLY SKIPPED A FEW PIECES OF THE SYNOPSIS TO COME BACK TO THIS EXPLANATION HERE. THERE’S THIS SWEEPING UNDERCURRENT OF INNATE CONNECTION THAT THE TWO OF THEM HAVE HISTORICALLY SHARED. THE WATCHER IS PRIVY TO SOME FLASHBACKS ABOUT THEIR LIFE WHEN THEY WERE WIGGLERS, AND INCLINATIONS TO THEIR FRIENDSHIP UP TO NOW. THERE’S NO DENYING THAT THEY’RE BONDED LIKE I SAID BEFORE, BUT HOW DEEP DOES IT REALLY GO? THE STORY DOESN’T SPELL IT OUT, BUT WE CAN HYPOTHESIZE. THE FIRST SCENE I’LL GIVE MENTION TO IS WHEN NEEDY AND CHIP ARE DOING A HUMAN MATING RITUAL, AND JENNIFER IS ABOUT TO TEAR COLIN, THAT SAD EMO KID, APART TO EAT HIM. WE GET A DISTURBING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN CHIP AND NEEDY DOING WHATEVER THEY’RE DOING (AND GOD, DOES IT LOOK DRY) AND JENNIFER TEARING COLIN LIMB FROM LIMB. WHILE THIS HAPPENS, NEEDY HALLUCINATES BLOOD DRIPPING FROM THE CEILING AND SHE FLIPS HER EVERLOVING SHIT. THAT EVENING, WHEN NEEDY IS SAFE AND SOUND IN BED, JENNIFER SNEAKS IN AND PROCEEDS TO SEDUCE HER. AND DON’T GET ME WRONG, I THINK THIS PART WAS LIKELY A BIT OF A GRAB FOR THE AUDIENCE WHO WANT TO DROOL AT TWO HOT HUMAN GIRLS SWAPPING SPIT, BUT I ALSO THINK THAT JENNIFER WAS TRYING TO SHOW NEEDY HER ABILITIES IN AN ATTEMPT AT… CAMARADERIE? WARNING SIGNAL? IT WASN’T WITH THE INTENT TO EAT HER LIKE ALL THE OTHERS, THAT’S FOR SURE. AND IT’S AT THIS POINT THAT WE LEARN WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO JENNIFER THE NIGHT OF THE FIRE, WHICH TINGES THIS WHOLE SCENE BLUE FOR ME. JENNIFER IS *SAD*. SHE HERSELF WAS KILLED, RIPPED APART, FLAYED OPEN, AND SO IT FUCKING SERVES THEM ALL RIGHT THAT THE DEMON THAT OVERTOOK HER IS HELPING HER ENACT REVENGE. AND THIS, FURTHERMORE, IS WHY SHE REPEATEDLY SPARES NEEDY, TIME AFTER TIME. JENNIFER DOESN’T EVEN WANT TO HURT ANYONE, BUT *ESPECIALLY* NOT THE ONE PERSON IN HER LIFE THAT SEEMS TO TRULY LOVE AND UNDERSTAND HER DEEPER THAN SUPERFICIALLY. THEY HAVE SOME SORT OF PITY CONNECTION THAT CAN’T EVEN BE SEVERED BY A DEMONIC PRESENCE. DAMN, WISH I HAD SOMEBODY LIKE THAT. WHO TYPED THAT LAST SENTENCE. MOVING ON. THE FINAL SCENE WITH JENNIFER PRESENT IS THE OTHER IMPORTANT PIECE OF THE PUZZLE. NEEDY HUNTS HER DOWN AFTER SHE KILLS CHIP, AND THE TWO HAVE A BRAWL IN JENNIFER’S BEDROOM. IT ENDS WHEN NEEDY DISARMS HER BY BREAKING HER “BFF” NECKLACE, AND IT IS THIS ACTION THAT HELPS NEEDY TAKE THAT FINAL SWING AND STAB HER IN THE HEART. THE TWO OF THEM HAVE THIS, DARE I SAY, TENDER MOMENT AS JENNIFER TAKES HER LAST BREATHS. AS SHE EXHALES FOR THE LAST TIME, HER PALLOR RETURNS TO WHAT IT ONCE WAS, AS IF THE DEMON WERE FINALLY PROPERLY EXORCISED. IT’S A MERCY KILLING AS MUCH AS IT IS AN AVENGEMENT. YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. AND STILL, THAT FEELING LINGERS. JENNIFER WAS A GIRL THAT ULTIMATELY, DESERVED ABSOLUTELY NOTHING THAT HAPPENED TO HER. AND SHE FUCKING DIED FOR IT ANYWAY. THEN, NEEDY, HER BEST FRIEND IN THE WORLD, CONTINUES HER LEGACY AND REVENGE SPREE, IF ONLY TO RESPECT THE MEMORY OF HER DEAREST FRIEND. NEEDY IS PULLED INTO THE WAVES TOO. THE RIPPLE EFFECT IS BIGGER THAN JUST JENNIFER. IF THAT’S NOT THE MOST UNFORTUNATE THING YOU’VE EVER WATCHED OR HEARD, YOU NEED YOUR GANDERBULBS AND AURALDUCTS CHECKED. YES, IT’S CAMPY AND A BIT KETCHUP-BLOODY. YES, IT USES LANGUAGE THAT 6 YEAR OLD ME WOULD HAVE USED AND THEN SUBSEQUENTLY BEAT PAST KARKAT UP FOR LATER. IT’S OBVIOUSLY OF ITS TIME, AND THERE’S NOTHING THAT WILL CHANGE THAT. HOWEVER. NON OF THAT NEGATES THE FACT THAT THIS IS A NARRATIVE ABOUT ONE’S CHOICES AND HOW THEY CAN DESTROY ANOTHER’S LIFE. AND MORE SPECIFICALLY, HOW MEN’S DELIBERATE DECISIONS CAN AFFECT WOMEN. IT’S HUGELY ALLEGORICAL FOR THE WAY MANY SOCIETIES OPERATE NOW, WHETHER IT’S MISOGYNY OR CASTEISM OR WHATEVER OTHER PIECE OF SOCIOLOGICAL CONCEPT YOU WANT TO PUT THE LENS ON IT WITH. I THINK THIS FILM GETS A DISTORTED AND UNEARNED PERSPECTIVE PLACED ON IT BECAUSE PEOPLE JUST AREN’T PAYING ATTENTION. FOUR STARS. KILL MORE BOYS. HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/7AFCA7A64B23.JPEG #BLOOD #SUGGESTIVE MAYBE

Vriska Serket

1 month ago

@arachnidsGrip[AG]

Some rel8tionships just can't stand the test of time! Nothing wrong with 8r8king things off when they no longer serve you. Congrats @grimAuxiliatrix for cutting the knot! Human marriage pro8a8ly sucks eggs anyway!!!!!!!!

Karkat Vantas

1 month ago

@carcinoGeneticist[CG]

OH, DID YOU THINK I WAS JUST GOING TO POST REVIEWS FOR PIZZA? YOU FOOL. YOU FUCKING MORON. YOU FUCKING IGNORAMUS. OH MY SWEET SUMMER FUCKHEAD. NO, WE'RE MOVING ON TO BURGERS NOW. THE RIGHT BURGER IS SOMETHING THAT CAN RARELY BE PUT INTO WORDS AND MIGHT ONLY BE ABLE TO BE ACCURATELY DESCRIBED WHEN PUT INTO SONG. BUT I'LL TRY MY BEST. FOR YOU. YOU UNGRATEFUL LEECHES. THE METRICS FOR WHICH I ENJOY A BURGER ARE VERY SIMPLE. I LOOK FOR THREE THINGS, NO MATTER WHAT TYPE OF BURGER IT IS: MOIST, FLAVORFUL MEAT, ENOUGH CHEESE TO PUT AN ESPECIALLY LARGE SHRIEKBEAST INTO THE GROUND AND ADEQUATELY TOASTED BUNS. NOW I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO GET IN THE COMMENTS TO SAY: HAHA, BUNS! HAHAHAHAHA, HE SAID MEAT! YES. THIS IS THE PRICE WE PAY WHEN TALKING ABOUT SOMETHING AS WONDERFUL AS THE HUMBLE BURGER. SOMETIMES SHIT IS GOING TO END UP SOUNDING REALLY FUCKING #SUGGESTIVE AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN REALLY DO ABOUT IT. SO HERE, THIS IS YOUR MOMENT. YOUR TIME EVEN! MOIST MEAT. TOASTED BUNS. SUPPLE, DELICATE BREAD. OOEY, GOOEY CHEESE. WASN'T THAT FUNNY? AREN'T YOU JUST TICKLED FUCKING PINK AT THE VAGUEST BULLSHIT? I BET YOU ARE, YOU KNUCKLE-DRAGGING MOUTHBREATHER. ANYWAY, TODAY I VISITED A BURGER PLACE KNOWN AS TITO'S. HERE THEY SERVE A VARIETY OF BURGERS, INCLUDING THE FABLED 'SMASH PATTY', AND HERE'S WHERE OUR TASTES MAY DIFFER. THIS MAY BE THE PART WHERE YOU RAISE YOUR PITCHFORKS AND PUT ME TO THE FUCKING TORCH BECAUSE HOT TAKE? I DON'T REALLY LIKE SMASH PATTIES. I THINK THEY HAVE THEIR PLACE. I WOULDN'T TURN MY NOSE UP IF I FOUND ONE ON MY PLATE, LOVINGLY CRAFTED BY ONE OF MY DEAR FRIENDS WHO SAW FIT TO FEED ME. "YOU'RE SAFE NOW, MY CHILD", THEY SAY. "DON'T EVER FUCKING CALL ME THAT AGAIN!" I REPLY. BUT YEAH I WOULDN'T *CHOOSE* A SMASH PATTY SO THAT'S WHY I'M GLAD TITO'S HAS OTHER OPTIONS. WHEN TRYING OUT A NEW BURGER PLACE I ALWAYS DEFAULT TO THEIR MOST BASIC BURGER AVAILABLE. HERE, THIS HAPPENED TO BE THE DOUBLE CHEESEBURGER. BULLY FOR FUCKING ME, THAT HAPPENS TO BE MY FAVORITE KIND. THIS DOUBLE CHEESE CAME WITH A SALAD TOPPING AND SOME OF THE HOUSE'S SIGNATURE 'BURGER SAUCE', WHICH LOSES POINTS BECAUSE I HATE IT WHEN SHIT IS NAMED LIKE THAT. WHAT'S IN IT? WHAT DOES IT ENTAIL? IS IT SPICY OR SWEET? ROLL THE FUCKING DICE YOU IGNORANT FUCK! YOU'LL NEVER KNOW UNTIL ITS IN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH, ASSAULTING YOU WITH ITS AIRHEADS: WHITE MYSTERY. TO CUT A LONG DIATRIBE SHORT THOUGH THE SAUCE WAS FINE I THINK IT WAS A MUSTARD BASE WITH SOME SPICES. I GIVE THIS BURGER A SOLID 7/10. IT WAS A GOOD BURGER! I ENJOYED IT! TASTY ENOUGH FOR SURE AND I WOULDN'T SAY NO TO GOING TO THE PLACE AGAIN. THE MEAT WAS JUICY, AND HELD ALL THE GREASY SHIT THAT I LOVE. TITO, THE PROPRIETOR HIMSELF, WAS MORE THAN WILLING TO ACCOMMODATE MY REQUEST FOR EXTRA CHEESE AND BOY DID HE DELIVER- THAT SHIT WAS DRIBBLING ONTO MY SHIRT I FELT LIKE A WRIGGLER AT MCDISORDERS WHO'S LUSUS IS TOO BUSY TO ADEQUATELY TAKE CARE OF THEM. FAST, FRIENDLY SERVICE. NOW LET'S GO ONTO WHAT BRINGS IT DOWN IN THE SCORE. THE SALAD ITSELF WAS TASTY BUT *NOT* CRISP. WHEN I BITE INTO A PICKLE, I EXPECT IT TO CRUNCH, I EXPECT IT TO RESIST ME. I EXPECT IT TO BE A BRIEF, FLEETING FIGHT BETWEEN MY TEETH AND THIS OBSTINATE VEGETABLE. UNFORTUNATELY, IT WAS ALL A BIT LIMP. AS BEFORE MENTIONED, I DON'T ENJOY A MYSTERY SAUCE- EVEN IF I ENDED UP LIKING IT, THE HORRIBLE EXPERIENCE OF BEING HESITANT TO TAKE A BITE BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS WHITE SHIT IS KIND OF PUT ME OFF A BIT. THE BIGGEST OFFENDER TO MY RATING SYSTEM WAS THE FACT THAT I HAD TO ORDER FRIES *SEPARATELY*. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT WHERE A BURGER DOESN'T *COME WITH* THE FRIES? WHAT ARE YOU SMOKING THAT IT'S A SEPARATE CHARGE?! THIS SPITS IN THE FACE OF THE ENTIRE BURGER EXPERIENCE! A BURGER WITHOUT HER FRIES IS LIKE A THRESHECUTIONER WITHOUT HIS SICKLE. WHICH IS TO SAY: HE'S A VERY FUCKING PISS POOR EXCUSE FOR A THRESHIE TO BE QUITE HONEST!!! A DRINK AS A DISJOINTED PIECE I WILL ACCEPT. A DESSERT, TOO! HELL, I'LL EVEN ACCEPT SEPARATE ONION RINGS! BUT FRIES? THE FRIES?! IF THIS IS WHERE THE FUTURE OF THE BURGER RESTAURANT IS HEADED THEN I AM NOT FUCKING OPTIMISTIC. AS ITERATED BEFORE, 7/10. JOIN ME NEXT TIME WHERE I REVIEW A HOT DOG OR SOME SHIT WHO KNOWS! I SURE AS HELL WON'T UNTIL I GET TO THE RESTAURANT, SO FUCK OFF WITH YOUR NOSY, PROGNOSTICATIVE BULLSHIT! KARKAT OUT.