Previous. To begin this next article I would like to consider a purely hypothetical series of events where, much like I did as a teenager, I ranted about people who declaw cats intensively. The mainstream attitudes towards this would have been “they don’t mean it like that” “dude they're just animals”. But I would be illustrating the difference between girls I want in my life and females I don't, and so they are interfering with my ability to order my social life. Much like a cat, I don't listen to people telling me things, but I warm up and get cute with friendly artists.
My mom, as family magic, picked up cats with symbolic names for myself and ipgd, and I said the male “didn’t have a nice name.” The blue cat is named Achilles, implying that i’m invincible - including to criticism from women - to every spiritual thing except ipgd. Which is a very nice name. Batty was the artist out of Homestuck who acknowledged the key dispute of the whole disaster, they couldn't fucking stop and look at my mom's spooky cats. They just ignored signs of paranormal events, showing that Andrew wasn't setting up fun by asserting that “magic isn't real.” He was just an exploitative, manipulative asshole.
This reflects me desiring to piss ipgd off on Tumblr, but this co-existed with becoming outraged about social justice spoiling my philosophy and so I couldn't really enjoy it. Reflecting myself and ipgd was what Homestuck fans should have done, but the cultural force was behind exploiting me while avoiding sight of the exploitation and so people didn't do so back then, Zack of Paranatural was attacked for doing so.
Spumdonor types prize “reasonable realistic” coexistence with mainstream Society, but inside the “unrealism” of my priorities was the genetics and anatomical shapes of people using my inspiration. I wanted people to respect my horror without trying to declaw or defang me, leaving me to my antics. It's “unrealistic, fantastical, and silly”, but it was also fucking key to dozens of artistic projects that existed and were being developed towards. My dog character is a worldwide significance personal fantasy.
Power lines swayed under a bloody Rusty Red sky. Giant suns instantiated themselves in yellow orbs effusing into the distant sunrise. Amols small eons of growth in the arching shades of redsin. Transport ships moved in directed by a distance intelligence. It's size glittered into their minds, and its eyes glitted. Cast off Earth's like the shells of nuts…
The origin of “selling your soul to the devil for your career” plays on instinctual spiritual impulses of humanity for the darker side of life. If you allow the Cosmic darkness to affect your destiny, this can give you an advantage but at a cost. In Cosmic life this can mean earning extraordinary things like having a Cosmic setting as an artist through enhanced life difficulty, but in Earthly life it merely means the devil chews you up in return for having a career in places like Hollywood. These spiritual impulses are why I found it unthinkable to follow the careerist rules of entertainment, which flow with the psychology of Satan and his lieutenants.
I gave myself up to the Cosmic darkness, and greatly resonated with Wolverine as a result. I have unbreakable abstract spiritual bones, and regenerate at extreme speed from the social, emotional, etc. attacks of my enemies. Worldly women talk about having an abortion for working in Hollywood. In Cosmic life, the girls connected to me became very special with the requirement of being closely aligned with my creativity. Achilles is a “nightmare artistic child” between myself and Batty to go along with being such a special girl artist, and he gets a lot of love.
Spumdonor types claimed that the things of my Revolution “sound like non-Christian things”, and the whole point is to oust Satan from the darker side of life as prepwork for the end times.
Radio Stars
Vivzie dismissed John K claiming his major inspiration for decades of animation, which was a friendly activity as he failed me at the end of my Revolution, leaving me high and dry for inspiring a bunch of projects as well. Despite that, the conception of Alastor connects to how John highlighted radio stars as the origin of many classic characters for their personalities, as I am myself like a radio star but in the abstract radio wavelengths of internet culture, inspiring Alastor and a bunch of other characters.
The basic game I played with friendly girls was eviscerating their creative communities and they would yell at me. This is directly reflected in Alastor. He is animated the way I imagine myself while doing this, infused with the energy and power of my dog character. It provokes creative activity and makes an impression large enough that they might as well base a character on the way I impact their minds.
Atomic, one of ipgd's friends, flows with me mentioning her in the previous entry by resonating how I was attacked for my weird relation to girls - her responses make more sense as a joined commentary than just commentary on the Netflix news. My dog creature is like The Thing inside me as you can see in my webcomic, girls loved yelling at me for my bizarre signs of him being reflected in my behavior but it was too "guylike" to survive outside of 4chan. 2012 Tumblr spoiled me yelling at girls, an aspect of the badness of social justice culture they can agree on without reservation.
It treats the course of my decisions as sacred, that first I dismissed girls for their weakness and then learned about their special skills while strengthening them at the same time. Ultimately the mainstream culture needs to retcon people's lives to exist, so that Hazbin Hotel is just edgy Disney hot topic nonsense instead of manifesting my behavior for Alastor.
Policing Critique
Vivzie’s fans reflect that ultimately I want nothing from her becoming a success with my inspiration besides to be my friend, as I manage all the ramifications like the theological complications. “She still owns her soul.” This entire side of my character is something the CCC never wanted to meet, a worse demon than literal fallen angels to them, someone who inspires shows and doesn't care that he still hasn't really consumed much since he was a kid
In the “fair reasonable” discourse that was the norm around John K’s blog, they would inspect the details of my critiques for “outrageous” claims. This was an aspect of expressing my dog character, my statements would get more bizarre and abstract and vicious. I had already planned a comic book for this character.
Their perspective was for the sake of cartoons being only a hobby, even critique and appreciation of the history of Animation was supposed to be a hobby, not a way to improve the culture and society and thereby people. I was extremely lively in comparison, very ironic considering they attacked modern characters for not being like Popeye or Daffy Duck, which goes to show why their critiques were so much more measured than mine. They didn't want to go all out, they just wanted a little bit better.
In the only Coelasquid tweet I saw in weeks, she highlighted how the standard interpretation of my comments in 2010 was the complete opposite of my work which is magical mystical and indeed proceeds into alternate dimensions that break things like the laws of physics. (it's weird that such an important communication could have been easily missed, but it could be that we are so well-connected our internet habits are as well) I was advancing into a future that restored the good things John K identified in classic cartoons and comics, Spumdonor's CCC and other factions intercepted so mainstream culture wouldn't be so disrupted, a bunch of girls went ahead anyway and indeed an Industry show that does new and accomplished things, Hazbin Hotel, only came from one of them. They sabotaged the full effort, and must parasitize the remainders if they want anything interesting and fresh.
A Camp Camp drawing I found. I like to find drawings like this as it expresses becoming muted. People acted as if my critiques were “dangerous” (never directly, as that means I have a special power others don't have and so I have earned a path through life outside of the college system) while at the same time pathologizing my method of self-correcting - any signs of being unreasonably struggling to express - as a perversion. I can feel my abstract Wings of Tumblr culture tracing around the artist’s expressions.
AI visualizes my brand which I developed from Neil gaiman books, The Discworld, and other sources. If a machine can do it, girl artists can as well. This is the “darker” side I'm supposed to provide, them softening my image, and so my own art was attacked and people magnified every “off-putting” trait so I could only be humanized with extreme difficulty, as by ipgd's course in life or others not associating with my highly obscured presence. The CCC ranting about “John K cartoon principles” while I wanted to make oil paintings I couldn't afford.
The girls I discuss are becoming increasingly aligned with me as a Birdman-type cultural leader. Spumdonor and crew disregarded johnkstuff abstract principles I transmitted with fresh artistry and insight into my “flock”. Principles more important than construction because it relates to things like how the work helps raise children. That's why my critiques were so curious, and at the same time fully understood by these girls.
But they didn't want the radio - they needed to damn it - that way they could keep smelling the vapors of their childhoods, turned around at the past. Do that in a car, it's real easy to crash. And they need to stay turned away, endlessly babbling about anime game drama and the news as they simply can't enjoy the evident potential of Hazbin Hotel, fully manifested “schizo” cartoon work in the better material. Hopefully they crash, it'll be good for my family, that's Spumdonor's metric, and he didn't want to hear mine. However poorly it is developed, I respect his uniqueness
They enjoy queer-infused culture because it makes their media experiences comfortable and themselves insulated from anything serious going on around them. They have their job, their friends, and they get taught how to slap away someone like myself without even noticing. The ultimate comfy chair, while Coelasquid, Bana, Michelle, and others struggle with living complete lives, having been so touched by my Revolution Spumdonor’s crew enjoyed queers harassing me as a “pedophile” because I like interacting with people behind the false conformist face, only.
AutoPlaylists easily become ideal for me. I didn't used to have songs for this. I had an easy time connecting with girls, but people like the Spumdonor clan did not want to have random weirdos, like ipgd who self-identified as a pedophile a bunch of times, as cultural authorities. Meanwhile ipgd addressed my childhood pain with her cultural influence.
Conclusion
ULeft: despite being an artist, I didn't actually have art supplies, and so unfriendly people interpreted my comments as expressing contempt towards artists instead of being horrific, etc.; and Calliope gives the perspective of the culture of the time through the eyes of cultural young women. This also flips around to relating "drawing" to drawing on the culture, piercing through the unfriendly ranks.This was extremely difficult at the time though I received some passionate support. It anthropomorphizes me seeking to kill mainstream culture, and depicts my friends as being ensnared in it (as is conveyed by Caliborn's drawings, and that is actually how I drew in notebooks years before I posted on the internet). People will be happy when mainstream culture dies, especially my friends. Classics of the 20th century among other things will arise as the greatest things people enjoyed in mainstream culture as I kill it. The people evoked by Calliope’s POV of my upcoming Glory are another reason why calling them retarded was condemned, in their ignorance of my spiritual plan. URight: I use the essence and literal motifs of mainstream culture as I topple it, imbuing myself with green energy (of willpower and money) as I progress down the eschatological path of fully winning against the World with Killing Words. This shows the youth of Calliope, as I am currently toppling Protestant culture but like in a video game, that is not the true ending for her. LLeftt: Calliope-as-culture responds to the course of my inevitable victory through Time by programming Homestuck fans as to how to misinterpret my art. (Andrew came out of computer programming and channeled those skills into manufacturing the identities of Homestuck fans in return for being rich, his Faustian bargain cut short by me) "Straight lines and right angles" is mockery of my Catholic creativity trying to do exciting and dark things without breaking any Catholic rules. The mainstream enjoyed mocking such alternatives, but in the present they can only tell people not to read my work. It also trains them to associate my work with sex through this being the "penis ouija" drawing that popularized Davekat gay shipping, although this could also represent seeking to draw upon my masculine potency as Caliborn does. "Completely baffling", people have said this to me so many times. Also referring to my art with quotation marks. "Arbitrary," not mediated by her cultural decisions. “Never seen before”, pathologizing my work being so unique, even though 1. Protestant culture produced mainstream culture and so trains people not to understand others like Saints 2. It directly builds upon hundreds of artistic Legends of the past and they don't want to acknowledge tradition. “It is almost uncanny”, everything about my creative presence is supposed to be uncanny and they get me just close enough to this to alienate me but not reach it to start saying “hey, are you Superboy Prime?”. Bones, refers to the bones of artistic potential of the past John K highlighted, also the bones of cultural structure which only my keen abstract insight can see. This segues into her plan to both prevent the revival of the potential of the past like being like Daffy Duck in real life, as well as her own cultural annihilation, by training Homestuck fans and thereby the wider culture to see everything I work on as relating to Homestuck. It proceeds to train them to overcome sudden realizations of how obvious this all is by getting over it and then call it a “crock of shit” as is one of the first things Zoomers said to me when I said ipgd is my best friend. All this, and the rotating angles of interpretations as a leveled-up mechanism of confusing kids with halftruths, gratifies the feminist mind of seeking to finally restrain me, but I just experienced it as a cool puzzle of how to defeat my enemies through all their evil plans, and so their longhouse had to scream nonstop for a couple years after covid from their failed straitjacketing of my uniqueness.
In the aftermath of my Revolution, reputational attacks were embraced by all factions of the mainstream and off-streams so that anybody inspired to be unique by my Revolution and the endless Garden of material of inspiration to be unique available online would be in danger of having their uniqueness smutficed, “That Guyed”, (it's so funny they tried to deny that people spread around stories about me even though “we all know That Guy” was such an easy tool for this) caricatured in a minor or major art production, used as a political prop like Donald Trump's profound uniqueness, etc. this is just the majority of Spumdonor culture, so the nostalgia is free, and their comfortable narratives aren't torn down by someone who loves imagining himself as a dog, a very scary and gory dog, tearing down narratives. They don't want to embark in the future I saw in spiritual visions where future generations of children (including laterally-future generations of children in alternate timelines, who may have an easy time disapproving of Spumdonor's, rather like how my sister was mocked for having two outfits after my Revolution but much better) gradually become acclimated to my dog character as a major pop culture icon. After all, that directly develops from 101 Dalmatians which both myself and Spumdonor loved. My love was just more special
VivziePop manifests my rage against anybody comparing ipgd treating me like a pet dog (secretly a hell dog) or treating me like a kid to be kept in line (distant roleplay for mutually traumatic childhoods, as well getting too “adult” could extinguish the minds of Homestuck people back then) to their profane generic mainstream substitutes for these general parts of our relationship. “Husk” here serves as a pun that I consider the Zoomers who get angry at me empty husks, too prideful to have depth of character by the time they see me.
My dog has the power to tear souls to shreds and I immediately slip out of Dog Mode friendfully, but Zoomers tried to control my personality with kiwifarms interpretations of autism and can be expected to have sustained much painless soul tearing as they did so. This goes all the way back to Bec Noir, literally a whole War front in the cultural War people talk about secretly involves fighting the coolness of my own personality becuz uhhh it's bad for the careers of mediocre artists or something
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