The Tametebako or Colloquially "Fuchi's Last Stand" was a no holds bar, money is no object vanity project by an unsupervised faction of Fuchi Asia. The stated goal was to make a completely unmatched bleeding edge piece of tech that could compete with the best static units while being a portable terminal replacement.
Aimed at the Newly minted UltraLux CEO Segment, The Tametebako was made from rare and hard to get materials to sell it's exclusive nature; bundled with its innovative hardware and extremely powerful Otohime Assistant Software (Which Fuchi spend 10 years developing). Consequently, The Tametebako Commlink retailed at 50 000 nuyen which many consumers balked at for what was essentially an overpowered phone with an extremely intelligent chatbot. Many reviewers sledged the device for it's inability to install new applications if they weren't from approved sources.
These Commlinks are now seeing second life in the collectors and hackers markets with finding the styling and theming of the phone to be charmingly retro and powerful enough to keep up with modern hardware with some QoL mods. Diehard fans report the Otohime software taking on a life of it's own after modding the hardware; her usual calm and dignified demeanor shifts around and changes during the jailbreaking process due to the random voltage pulse needed to defeat the modification lockout chip. This results in a unique iteration of the Soft on each device.
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
I've reached a point where I just physically sigh when a new batman media/property has the Joker in it. Like yall know there's other villains right? Other, better villains? Leave the rotting turnip of a clown out of the picture for a while, it's getting exhausting.
time for content catered SPECIFICALLY ONLY TO ME ✧٩( •̀ ᗜ•́ )و✧
MONSTER COLLEGE AU. YEAH. I fucking love Monsters At School.
Starting with Luffy and Nami! Luffy is a 1st year, Nami is a 2nd year. Students are encouraged to stay in human disguise and not to tell each other what they are (as some monster species used to eat each other and whatnot).
[CW - Explicit Gore, ANGST, BG3 Dark Urge Spoilers for Act 1 below the cut]
aww SHIT well so much for that nice moment. the default DU + tav + no companion run is off to a phenomenal start, folks.
EDIT: I MADE A SEQUEL
Part 2: Real Monsters
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Saved the grove and spared Kagha's life. Briar got picked up by the nautiliod when she was chilling in Cloakwood so she KNEW something was up with Kagha right away. all's well that ends well!
so imagine MY surprise when my favorite tiefling bard NPC came sauntering up to the camp a whole 24-ingame-hours ahead of schedule. Guess who failed his stealth check.... the friendship's off to a rocky start but i think it's salvageable. just don't look in the left-most storage bin.
might make a sequel, idk~ had a blast with this one~ it's kinda fun just filling in the blanks companions normally would~
oh ya and obviously dont post this elsewhere without explicit links and credits and shit, it hasn't happened yet but i thought maybe i oughta say it for the kids in the back who weren't payin attention
i know that atsv and spiderverse in general is probably not including Gabe for various reasons and therefore when Mig took his alt selfs place he wasnt actually leaving anyone behind. he said something along the lines of “i found a universe where i was happy” which kinda screams that something was fucked up with his home one, i’d like to think more than usual because the other explanation is that he just left like all his family behind. Which is extremely messed up but also on the other hand a little funny
like imagine being gabe here. Imagine your older brother fucks off to another universe because of his depression and comes back with even worse depression ranting some shit about canon events. You have to be told where he went by his AI because god knows your brother has all the communication skills of a rusty spoon. Have to be told he fucking left with no intention of coming back
!!! FLASHING LIGHTS WARNING!!! [IM NOT FUCKIN AROUND!!]
REACHED THE CUSP OF 'THIS MAY NEVER BE ABSOLUTELY FINISHED N IF I DONT SHOW IT NOW, IT WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY.' SO HERE, A PROJECT IVE BEEN ORBITING AROUND UHH SINCE 2021 OR SO.
this is a departure from my regular posting but. thalia and luke was not a pairing i gave any thought to as a kid back when the books were coming out but now that i’m older...do you think he poisoned her tree himself? with his own hands? do you think if their positions were reversed she would have done the same thing? do you think he would have rather killed her rather than let her exist as a monument to the half assed methods the gods use to protect their kids (the tree and the camp itself)? like he’s either going to rescue or murder her through these actions but he’s not going to leave her like that? he’s going to end it one way or another?
Please, for the love of gods, allow yourself to consume content/media uncritically
You can be aware of issues a show/game/movie/etc has but you don't need to be aware of it *all* the time, you shouldn't have to justify yourself liking it every time you go to talk about it.
You shouldn't have to feel like you're the worst person in the world just because you like something that happens to have problematic stuff in it.
And you're setting yourself up for failure if you go into something immediately looking for all of the bad in it, you're setting yourself up to be unable to enjoy it! And if you do manage to enjoy it it'll likely just feel wrong because of that!
I'm begging y'all not to consume *everything* critically and to sometimes enjoy things uncritically.
the thing is there's like, a point of oversaturation for everything, and it's why so many things get dropped after a few minutes. and we act like millennials or gen z kids "have short attention spans" but... that's not quite it. it's more like - we did like it. you just ruined it.
capitalism sees product A having moderate success, and then everything has to come out with their "own version" of product A (which is often exactly the same). and they dump extreme amounts of money and environmental waste into each horrible simulacrum they trot out each season.
now it's not just tiktokkers making videos; it's that instagram and even fucking tumblr both think you want live feeds and video-first programming. and it helps them, because videos are easier to sneak native ads into. the books coming out all have to have 78 buzzwords in them for SEO, or otherwise they don't get published. they are making a live-action remake of moana. i haven't googled it, but there's probably another marvel or starwars something coming out, no matter when you're reading this post.
and we are like "hi, this clone of project A completely misses the point of the original. it is soulless and colorless and miserable." and the company nods and says "yes totally. here is a different clone, but special." and we look at clone 2 and we say "nope, this one is still flat and bad, y'all" and they're like "no, totally, we hear you," and then they make another clone but this time it's, like, a joyless prequel. and by the time they've successfully rolled out "clone 89", the market is incredibly oversaturated, and the consumer is blamed because the company isn't turning a profit.
and like - take even something digital like the tumblr "live streaming" function i just mentioned. that has to take up server space and some amount of carbon footprint; just so this brokenass blue hellsite can roll out a feature that literally none of its userbase actually wants. the thing that's the kicker here: even something that doesn't have a physical production plant still impacts the environment.
and it all just feels like it's rolling out of control because like, you watch companies pour hundreds of thousands of dollars into a remake of a remake of something nobody wants anymore and you're like, not able to afford eggs anymore. and you tell the company that really what you want is a good story about survival and they say "okay so you mean a YA white protagonist has some kind of 'spicy' love triangle" and you're like - hey man i think you're misunderstanding the point of storytelling but they've already printed 76 versions of "city of blood and magic" and "queen of diamond rule" and spent literally millions of dollars on the movie "Candy Crush Killer: Coming to Eat You".
it's like being stuck in a room with a clown that keeps telling the same joke over and over but it's worse every time. and that would be fine but he keeps fucking charging you 6.99. and you keep being like "no, i know it made me laugh the first time, but that's because it was different and new" and the clown is just aggressively sitting there saying "well! plenty of people like my jokes! the reason you're bored of this is because maybe there's something wrong with you!"
danny turning up on your doorstep covered in blood and asking for help. maybe you’re his ex girlfriend and you only broke up because you found out about the murders. you wanna tell him to go away, that’s what you should do, but he’s staring at you with gentle eyes and it’s hard to believe he’s a killer when he begs you so softly and whispers your name so sweetly. you let him in and you clean him up. it’s strange being close to him again but you can’t deny that you’ve missed it. when he falls asleep on your couch, you don’t wake him up. instead, you sit on the coffee table in front of him and watch him sleep. his face is relaxed, all that tension that’s usually there has faded and he looks at ease. he looks beautiful. you wanna lean forward and kiss him. you wanna wake him up and tell him to come to bed with you but you don’t. in fact, you don’t sleep at all. you curl up on the floor and stay awake all night just watching him. you’re not sure if you’re doing it because you wanna keep admiring him or because you’re afraid he’ll do something bad to you. you don’t know if you can trust him. you get your answer when you wake up the next morning and find yourself laying on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you and a note saying … ‘i’d never hurt you.’
THIS IS THE ESTRANGED LOVERS CONTENT I LIVE FOR !!!!!
you're SO conflicted because this is the danny you know, the one that took care of you. always made sure you're alright. protected you. this is the man you felled in love with.
and of course he comes back another night, maybe injured again, maybe not. he wants to see you. and he wait patiently at your doorstep, he knows not to overstep his boundaries. not now when he lost all of your trust.
you're wary of him. afraid of him (maybe not of what he might do to you, but what he's capable of) despite the note he left the previous day. you don't know how to trust him. how to reconcile the stranger in front of you being the same man you fell in love with. you don't know him.
but you love him. and despite the fear you have to swallow, you open the door to him (not knowing he could have easily broken in if he wanted to).
I mostly just reblog shit and don't often talk about anything, but sometimes I just gotta.
I have a lot of opinions that I keep to myself, and there's a huge rant behind this that isn't worth going into, so at the risk of getting water-filtered as a dirty liberal I'm just gonna put this out there:
It's not about lEsSeR oF tWO eViLs it's about whether we wanna fully and permanently destroy the brakes on the runaway fascism train, so go ahead and block me if you're actively discouraging others from voting blue in 2024 and/or deliberately bullying people out of it by throwing around social justice buzzwords, blanket generalizations, emotionally charged accusations, and outright character assassination for wrongthink.