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Art Source | Previously

What are your bets on the type of ending we’ll get in Canto X?

First. In Canto 1 we have obviously a bad ending. It’s the most obviously a negative out of all the Cantos. No psychological progress was made with Gregor and if anything he got even more traumatized. The Bough was stolen and LC gained nothing.

Next we have Canto 2. Little to no psychological process was made with Rodya but I wouldn’t say that she got anymore traumatized that she was already. We got the bough from the Baba Yaga and emerged with our first Bough. I would call this Neutral.

Now we 3. Sinclair confronts Kromer and clearly wants to overcome her but isn’t strong enough and has to be bailed out by his blue twink boyfriend. The Bough was gotten and a bit of progress was made. Neutral.

Now we have 4 and I don’t have to go in depth on this one. Obviously good. Bough was gotten and Yi Sang had tremendous psychological progress. Going from the most gloomy on the bus to one of the most outwardly happy.

Now we have 5. Ishamel overcame Ahab psychologically and physically, getting over her blind obsession with her old captain. We got the bough and got out with minor trouble. Good.

Here’s 6. Heathcliff talked with Cathy and finally communicated with Cathy but it still ended up with her being erased and a bough being burned out. Heathcliff made psychological progress in some way which I can’t tell is negative or positive. We still got a burned out bough. Bad.

Canto 7 had Don confront her family and stop living purely in a dream. She confronted reality and her father and came out better for it. There was a lot of crying but we got the bough and lot of psychological progress was made. Good.

Canto 8 is obviously good.

Canto 9 is kinda hard to pinpoint. Ryoshu confronts her family partially but ends making little progress due to the erasure of Araya in her memories. We didn’t get a bough, only retained the ones we had. I would say bad.

[Field Investigation Report — District 15, O Corp Nest Border]

Investigator: Erza

Weather: Windy! My hair got stuck in my mouth three separate times today. Very rude weather.

Status: Energetic, emotionally betrayed, and still thinking about my missing lunch.

Hello! Official investigation report begins now! (Moses told me to “focus” and “stop adding sparkles in official documentation,” but that sounds like a her problem, honestly.) Please read the important parts carefully because I spent a lot of time writing this and my hand hurts a little. Also if this report goes missing again I’m blaming Vespa because he keeps using my paperwork as a coaster for coffee cups!

I arrived at District 15, O Corp Nest Border at approximately 13:08 after receiving reports concerning missing workers, strange noises beneath the drainage tunnels, and repeated sightings of a “woman carrying a lantern with no face.”

Which is creepy! But also kind of stylish in a mysterious way.

The district itself looked mostly abandoned when I entered. Stores half-open, Streetlights flickering even though it was daytime, One noodle stand was still running somehow despite having absolutely no owner present. The broth was still warm too, which means somebody either left recently or ghosts have learned culinary arts.

Both possibilities are concerning. Maybe? No, totally! Ghost are real, they are the one who keep cutting the power when I wanted to shower.

No active Syndicate presence observed at first glance, though I did find signs of recent movement near the eastern alleyways. Empty shell casings and Cigarette piles. Alongside one boot hanging from a telephone wire for some reason.

Only one boot.

Where did the other boot go?

Important question nobody else seems interested in answering.

At around 13:26 I discovered several ventilation shafts emitting warm air despite the district power grid being officially shut down three months ago. I placed my hand near one of the vents and heard whispering underneath.

Not normal whispering either.

Like the kind where you can’t tell if it’s words or breathing.

I politely informed the vent that if it planned on eating me it should at least wait until after dinner.

No response received.

Very impolite.

Continuing investigation.

Found graffiti markings spread throughout nearby buildings. Symbols repeated often enough to be intentional. Mostly stars, crescent moons, eyes, and one very detailed drawing of a frog smoking a pipe while wearing a suit.

Honestly?

Kind of incredible artwork.

I took a picture for evidence purposes.

And maybe personal admiration for a little bit. Okay I lied, I end up taking 5 whole minutes taking pictures with myself in it.

At approximately 13:42 I located an underground maintenance entrance hidden beneath a collapsed bus stop. The hatch appeared forced open from the inside. Scratch marks visible along the metal edges suggested something either escaped recently or desperately wanted fresh air.

Neither option made me happy.

The tunnel beneath smelled awful.

Like rust, wet cloth, and old rainwater sitting inside broken pipes for years. I nearly slipped climbing downward because somebody abandoned soup containers across the staircase. Who throws soup on stairs? That feels targeted.

While exploring lower tunnel sections I began hearing metallic tapping noises echoing through the walls at uneven intervals.

Three taps.

Pause.

Two taps.

Pause.

Then laughter somewhere deeper inside.

Tiny note for command:

I do not enjoy hearing laughter underground where there are supposed to be no people.

That is a deeply unpleasant experience.

Investigation continued smoothly until approximately at 14:01, then suddenly I encountered a group of Syndicate members near the collapsed railway sector carrying strange folded papers covered in numbers and symbols. Initially assumed cult activity because they kept reciting sentences in unison like creepy theater kids. One of them calmly informed another that his “prescript” demanded self-disembowelment if I moved three more steps forward.

Which is insane behavior.

Anyway, I moved four steps forward out of curiosity.

Things escalated immediately afterward.

Short combat summary because paperwork is exhausting: they attacked, I attacked harder, and now the eastern alleyway looks like a natural disaster happened specifically to criminals. Several concrete pillars destroyed. One truck overturned. One Syndicate member somehow embedded headfirst into a noodle sign.

Still not entirely sure how that happened physically.

Important detail though? Not a single scratch on me! Which means my combat performance today was extremely elegant and cool-looking.

Oh! I also attached photographic evidence below because documentation matters. Because don’t I look cute here honestly?

At approximately 14:13 I discovered several abandoned sleeping bags surrounding a portable radio station. Most equipment had been destroyed intentionally. Wires ripped apart. Batteries removed. One radio was still active though, playing static mixed with faint music.

The song sounded cheerful.

Like the kind children sing before terrible things happen in horror stories. I turned it off immediately because I absolutely NOT want to be in a horror movie scenario.

Nearby I also recovered multiple notebooks filled with names and dates, though many pages had been burned beyond readability. One surviving sentence read:

“THEY ONLY COME OUT WHEN THE PIPES SING.”

I don’t know what that means.

And respectfully?

I would like to continue not knowing.

At approximately 14:47 something moved above the tunnel ceiling directly over me. Heavy footsteps. Too heavy to belong to a normal person.

I drew my axe immediately and prepared for combat.

Nothing emerged.

Which somehow made it worse.

I remained in the tunnels for another twenty minutes and located traces of biological residue near the northern drainage sector. Dark fluid, it has Thick consistency. Possibly organic, Possibly industrial waste, Possibly both because this city hates classification systems like for goodness sake! What do you mean I can abuse the gun loopholes by just making it shoot out knifes?!

I collected sample for laboratory analysis, and stepped in it accidentally.

And that's how my Boots ruined.

Tragic. I hate it here.

During temporary surface return around 15:19 I encountered Vespa near the southern checkpoint. Important side note before continuing:

That bastard ate my strawberry cream bread yesterday.

He said he “thought I wasn’t going to finish it.”

I WAS SAVING IT!

Therefore, as lawful compensation, I confiscated half his Beef Bourguignon while he wasn’t looking.

This is called justice. He noticed eventually and got really dramatic about it too.

Claimed I “stole mission supplies.”

Wrong. Mission supplies don’t usually come with extra meat and decorative egg slices.

Anyway investigation resumed afterward.

At approximately 15:26 the industrial pipes throughout District 15, emitted an extremely loud vibration audible across the entire district. Windows shook. Loose signs fell from nearby buildings. Several birds immediately flew away from the rooftops all at once.

Then the whispering started again. Except this time it came from every direction.

I could hear voices inside walls. It's in the goddamned walls, Inside drains, Inside the ventilation systems, it's everywhere!

One voice distinctly said:

“Don’t look up.”

Naturally, I looked up immediately because I refuse to be bossed around by haunted plumbing infrastructure.

Observed movement along the rooftops afterward. Humanoid silhouette. Tall figure carrying what appeared to be a lantern emitting pale orange light.

No visible face. Figure disappeared behind the smoke stacks before pursuit could begin. Which is unfair because I was absolutely ready to be a heroic hero that save the day.

Current assessment is that District 15, O Corp Nest Border is being utilized as either:

1. An illegal transport route

2. A hidden shelter for displaced civilians

3. Some horrifying underground cult situation

4. Or all three at once because apparently this district enjoys multitasking so much, it might aswell be called District "Operate Everything."

Additional findings include:

[Found seven broken surveillance drones piled beside a drainage canal.]

[One vending machine only stocked peach soda. Not related to investigation but still suspicious behavior.]

[Observed handwritten warnings painted across walls saying “SHE WALKS WHEN THE LIGHTS FLICKER.” Very dramatic handwriting for someone who really in needs of a electronic, you know.]

[Tunnel echoes occasionally sounded like crying. I decided not to investigate that part alone because contrary to popular belief I enjoy surviving.]

[Pretty sure something followed me for approximately four blocks after leaving the district. Could not confirm visually.]

Final note for command:

If future assignments involve underground tunnels filled with whispering again, I am requesting hazard pay, emotional compensation, and dessert reimbursement.

Preferably cake.

Also somebody tell Vespa I’m still not sorry about the Beef Bourguignon and I will eat it again, I am never apologize until the end of time!

HE STARTED THIS WAR! I'M GIVING JUSTICE TO MY BREAD!

End Of Report.

Original art link:https://x.com/kikikiko84/status/2057256966628774137

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Aeng-du is a weasel

Either I'm coping or I'm cooking, we basically got someone watching with us

https://x.com/miasmas70/status/2056768704806101032?s=61 original post

My gov teacher had a Google forms at the start of the year that he wanted us to put things we wanted to learn, my friend put "how to make a proper temor team in limbus company" and my gov teacher delivered at the end of the year 🔥

(Warning: English is not my native tongue, I have the media literacy of a snail, and it's 12am with me running on 5 hours of sleep. This post my be actual trash)

In my sleep deprived endeavors of doomscrolling a came across a... let's say "less than pleasant" treating of animals for the sake of internet clout, yet there was something about it that was appealing. I Amwell aware that hurting living things for the sake of entertainment is bad, I would never condone it nor endorse it because it's just being awful, but it got me thinking.

And soon that thing became intertwined with my even present limbus fixation and my recently sprouted appreciation for the ring. so now I shall lay before you the resulting analysis I have come up with

The fauvism and corporism movements share barely any similarities, besides their need for materials coming from people/creatures, they both focus on different aspects of "the living".

As I understand it, corporism focuses on the body as a vehicle for artistic expression, twisted sinew severed and rebound in ribbons around the cranium, blood slipping through the carvings etched into the ribs and flowing down the torn muscles, that kind of stuff. While the artworks resulting more often than not come as nothing more than an edge fest, there is a certain part of it that is truthfully splendid, to reshape the corpus as its parts into a man-made purpose, blades of bone tied neatly by tanned tendons, blood pumping eagerly through an edge sharpened with intention. Something about it just feels so refreshing and refined it is hard to put into words. I however find those that practice corporism lacking (such as the maestro Callisto, whom solely focuses on having his art be made of flesh rather than what it should instill/evoke)

And then there is the fauvism

Ah the fauvism...where could I even start...from the beginning, I suppose. The fauvists are introduced quite into the intervalo as the main antagonistic figures. forcing us forth upon corridors with a most hallowing visages: taxidermy and blazing colors that struck the every corner of the place we find themselves in, and soon after, the artists with animal parts stitched on coming forth to attack them. At the start the fauvists didn't convince me much, just another edgy bunch of lunatics obsessed with blood and viscera, all until a certain docent came forth (rufo my adored (slide 1/2) helped me come to the light of fauvism.

Answer me, What is "man"? What is "human"? What are "things"? Why should we be civilized? Why should we refrain from reaching even further so for the sake of "morals"? What are "morals"? Who's "civilized" in a world where dead is but an ever hanging promise that could come at any moment? Fauvism ponders upon those questions, embracing the inherit savagery of all things.

Yet there is something else about fauvism and it's participants that just enthralls me: their artwork.

The fauvism artwork relies in the intensity of the emotions it conveys, be it the needle work, be it the colors, yet it all conveys a direct sense of feral nature, something that couldn't have come from something that was not "living". All the parts of their work had to die in order for it to function, and if not, someone had to die collecting those ingredients in order for the piece the come whole. How can we expect such grandiose art to rise forth if we chain ourselves down with made up laws of decency?

So now I once more have to come forth an ask of you, plea of you, to answer my question

In a city where living is a luxury, where happiness is a privilege, where the proper rites for the departed are giving the night coming forth to sweep all traces of the dead, is it truly "savage" to give the living a new purpose in artwork?

TL:DR I love rufo and I love going feral and I love the inherit destructive necessity of art. The most sublime of Arts can only surge forth when you forsake all morals an ethics in the pursue for improvement

https://x.com/REvannMan/status/2057142325814636662

Art Source | TL + TS by KoshiLowell

https://x.com/kojocho05/status/2057245321030402130

Art Source | Previously - Start - Next | TL + TS by Koshi Lowell

This is only an extreme stress test to check for clipping and tearing while rapidly moving facial and bodily features. So no g**nning during the experiment. I plan on this being my only spicy post.

I wanted to show a test that Blender/[Goo Engine's Jiggle Bones] can translate from 3D meshes with Freestyle to 2D anime aesthetic under extreme conditions. This is the first time I have a body to work with as I develop a short AMV. Important reminder that Gebura doesn't need physics to be extremely cool.

>!Bait used to be believable...!<

https://x.com/netsu_1012/status/2057156698297757860?s=61