On the Control Freaks of Animation

Girls who liked me in 2010 gravitated to Equius, Michelle aligning with his abstract traits for her Titan villain. My personality being high-minded in the construction of society created bizarre appearances of what person I was, and people screaming at me on /ic/ led to me belting them with very abstract remarks that made them go bonkers even more, like making fun of them for leading to the transgender trend before it existed. Making a big impression on ipgd’s female connections there

At the time, I fantasized about tossing boiling oil from a pan on a home invader, and so my intense remarks were an abstract analogue for that, tossing the societal-cultural information I was cooking with, also connecting to claiming I was a Squirtle, causing their frantic hysteria over these “blue bubbles” pregnant with danger; I could not fix this, my symbolism was fully conveying they should just leave me alone, which would have been a big relief, a relief I’m now feeling with Batty

I propagated the legacy of classic franchises like the Addams family by speaking of things being “horrible” that included my own associated things, like writing. This soothed the intensity of my biggest critiques, a strategy I already used without needing to be longhoused. The art world Longhouses loved “gender” except when it came to a wholly independent person who approaches being able to function by himself, having his own feminine center to the internal systems of his person.

A depiction of the Horrors Within. My initial Hauntlyre was not troublesome for the animation community merely because I literally talked about it in the narration, it also introduced that I have a horror brand and that’s why I use horror words. They tried to wring the most juice out of me using them as with an image of “the most successful troll ever.” Finding out the truth is the cost of their god complex to have control over people’s lives from Hollywood using the newly mainstream Internet. And so feeling entitled to interpreting my words as they pleased, living by the communist philosophy of death of the author.

Hauntlyre is an example of the horrors of my writing, as by reading it you become haunted by seeing its story in real life, And you feed the meta-entity Hauntlyre, an abstract spider monster. My impact on society and other things, like my retroactive existence, powers up my abilities to affect people with this horror. And so “platforming culture” was always a primitive superstition: in the state of poverty, my writing has power from the first reader. Enabling rags to riches. This only fails to work because of communism as well as people with “platforms” brutishly using thousands of people to abuse me and my interests in various ways. At rest, doing nothing, they would simply watch me rise.

this reflects reading my webcomics, creating intimacy with my personal brand that was used to construct her Achilles and Pepper characters and other aspects of her work. It’s funny to think of the right wing criticizing women for using POV incorrectly, as of course Batty would use it correctly. I don’t need such criticisms as I did things right wing influencers would not do, like expose my full brain and let girls who like it ingest all my secrets. Their own failure to let out their actual POV inspires hatred for their “misogyny”, that is actually fearful cowardice, and not having it at all, earns the ability to be a master of horror in the most literal senses.

This is my style of parodying atheist “scientific” logic, used for one of my main specialties of human identity and difference. Learning from me artistically as Atomik does so well extends to my mockery of bad culture and such things, gaining great friends while those who exploded with hatred for my brand slowly simmer down and shuffle their feet

Society’s Prison

Ironically despite becoming known for weird preoccupations with dominance as with Homestuck’s Equius - my best friend loving the character - I did not have the overbearing poise of the standard internet male, looking to bash into other “platforms” to increase his metrics. The sweatiness of the character relates to me watching girls forming fantasies about me and doing nothing about it, letting them grow while exhibiting signs of watching them. Meanwhile the prisonbrained, like the wave of Zoomers, screech from the confines of public school, choosing a career they estimate will be most materially successful for them, and other such things outside of one’s nature. They co-opted “gigachad vs soyjack” by making a gigachad mentality about having no natural reactions, having a perfectly functional FNAF suit to navigate their careers while their inner child seeks out its pleasures.

This relates to girls like ipgd in his life and women in animation who respect me and others watching out for me unleashing Bec Noir style rage. The enormous fire of my emotions was illustrated across Homestuck artwork and in other ways, an artistic resource, while enemy fans dumped their social justice headcanons on the characters and completely ignore the emotional background, making me the villains in real life.

The Hellenist expresses towel boy gayness by homing in on the “wholesome ending” as the actually romantic scene implies that he would slaughter the gay ecosystem of right wing culture if they crossed his passion, while Dril’s comedy involved the stress and intensity of reacting to me properly for his cartoonish tweets, 2010-era cartoon culture making them special amongst his peers

Meanwhile when I saw gigachad first become popular I was surprised to see a meme character who doesn’t care at all about social hysterics. That was me as a teen, moving through the animation community, the atheist community, the philosophical communities, random discussions about the challenging matters of life and so forth, set on what I considered right regardless of reactions. These reactions being most generally “no, that is not our way!” a paganistic cry. Not ignoring the sincere emotions of others, that is the opposite of what I did and is just being an asshole.

Jay Lender is an imposter artistically and writing-wise, expressing socialism that does not come from SpongeBob, especially. But it can fool you into thinking he’s someone like me, so long as you never become acquainted with what I actually believe, only superficial similarities to what I grew up with.

The prisonbrained sought to put me on trial in 2010 for using words like “horrible,” as my criticisms would damage careers for merit-based reasons. Their prison becomes shown in their cartoons, the infamous bean smile a symbol of iron bars of gayness and false happiness in general. They interpreted me according to their own control freak tendencies, while in 2010 I myself was reaching out a hand saying “no, that’s a bad path to take,” sometimes making embarrassingly sincere statements like “they’re too far gone.” At work, I have an Equius brain, the chambering of machinery clattering sounds having their own deep significance, a significance that varies on a daily basis, which only the most sensitive of minds can draw on for his artwork. See the machinery, the combat, in my ongoing stories and you see the writing I can do because I am free, and my mind analyzes the most minute sounds with its natural perception.

It’s funny that I am getting increasingly close to fully embarking on exploring “new dimensions of sexuality” from a Catholic perspective, dimensions which the Internet lets people see easily. Dimensions that myself and ipgd loved, but the earthly comedy and humility was insufferable to overwrought careerists going into their lgbtq-branded careers, who I can now grab by the nuts instantly by hinting I can see their sexuality in their expressions. Beyond mere “fetishes,” but rather whole personalities oversexualized. And there is sexuality to an adult personality - I’m not a fan of blocking puberty - but no one was willing to acknowledge my actual warning that came naturally to me of subliminally telling people they were getting into a situation I would find arousing, so they should stop. Batty exhibits the opposite of control by benefiting from my artistic brand. Despite me languishing, she uses terms like “horrible” as if I never did; first fruits of multiversal consciousness, and flourishing spirit.

Magellan Man becomes more meaningful with my creative exploration of T-Rexes, the black tar of Sheol, sci-fi travel and savage robots in the stars, and Such things. Kojima is relying on my support to refute normies who previously claimed “his stories are crazy overly long nonsense,” and thereby initiate brand merger in the future I angle towards at maximum speed.