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"I have been quiet" I jest.

Brace yourself! Here comes the tea...

Since the last post, I went on a walk, a run, a fly, and so on...
So many things have happened since Qi Rong took responsibility for that bundle of sticks that was disguised as an anaconda and uh... what else? Oh, It was me! I take responsibility for the entire Pocahontas situation, since, I was sincerely more or less married to her through Toast- in land and title and everything else in between that was provided for her comfort as a Disney Qu- I wouldn’t imply that… it would be tooo cute.

#FAME

Her rumurous wedding included, was a plot and plan for her to unhatch (a baby) and I stole it and threw it away. Tanjiro sent a tracker to a Target for this rudeness LAST year. SO that’s why she could be whittled down, like sandpaper on sandpaper, instead of exploding at me.

Anonymously as a ninja.

Qi Rong moved in as a result of Xi Lian not saying a word to me and doing whatever the fuck he wanted. I literally walked into the bedroom of OUR his/her house one random day (OMG I do feel a little ridiculous) and he was sitting there petting Qi Rong’s head resting on his leg.

When I obviously went to ask about this, Xie Lian looked at me like he was a shyboy… you know the type. F U. Really.

I looked at Qi Rong in his eyes, staring up at me from Lian’s lap and they were 2 like black holes in his face. His irises were like inky black smoke, fuzzy around the edges. I instantly felt “sick” in a way that’s hard to describe other than to know what it feels to be overtaken by a devastation class hungry ghost in an emergency situation. I meditated a race to sweat back to life, physically, but I reluctantly left our beach house while screaming “LEAVE!” at once at Qi Rong.

Ever since then he’s primarily been a black cat.

He found further employment with Agni, when I busted his Mara 50/50 entirely by accident, as a replacement

So before I make the mistake of getting caught up in a scrolls worth of a blog post read, I must tell you something very serious anonymous blog reader...

 I have been having an AFFAIR.

omahgawd! ._.

On My Way to Steal Your Man

Not with him… technically.. we're inlaws… for now…

WITH …

Drumroll please...

Jose.

Jose

Dearest Gentle Jose,
If you’re reading this, please know it’s not because you suck. I’m cutting you out like bad coke because of that chick- up until the point of unfollow/block, because I’m Ride or Die.

Smoke like a Caterpillar. Grin like a Cheshire cat.

I maybe have a “fetish” as one could for high heels, for sliding in SoonSoon-headass SIMSTAGRAM DMs hoping to find an artist clever enough to match me. Like a Dali chase. 

"Call me."

They’d likely be a serial killer now that I’m thinking about ‘The Witness’ episode of [Love,Death &Robots] as I just re-watched it for the 3rd count last night. "Who has the time?" other than teenagers, you’d think, but if you saw how many accounts there are, you’d wonder.

This boy all but pissed himself and ran away. Either he blocked me or changed his IG name. He was SUCH a bore. If you have shit social skills on social media with an invitation like these thirst traps to flirt, then, fuck bad social skills, it’s probably a whole personality disorder.




 Trust me, those DMs ain’t worth reading since he was just shook to the point of weeping, I guess. No juicy details to dish here. He didn’t react like a male who uses Instagram. Period.

Jose,  on the other hand, literally used these thirst traps on Instagram to salvage his sanity when the FIRST thot who took over his account AND his SIM, ran off to get pregnant.


Anisa.bitmap 🤢🤮

They use Blender to get nice renders with their Sims souls, trading FILES over each other’s populated computers. Ya’ll think about that- It’s like stealing a condom. I think the file type is .dae. So ladida. The way she did it was fucked up too. Nisa took a picture of the positive pregnancy test and posted it to his and her Instagrams and he immediately scrubbed his account of all his previous pictures, where he was just having fun. He was talking to another girl at the same time, Fallon, to the point where the threesomes were awkwardly mentioned in their posts, but clearly Nisa wanted him all for herself, which was when she pulled this shit. Fallon went along with it, getting pregnant too, to try and keep it level, but in the end she had to give him up anyway, as Nisa plotted and planned every immaculate detail of his life as an assumed wife should. To the point where she proudly stated over and over again “This is my last relationship. IF you die, we die together!” When, also pregnant Fallon, came up “We’re great friends as long as she doesn’t FUCK MY MAN!” On Jose’s Instagram  story. When I first slid into his DMs I jokingly said blink twice if you need help. He never made it that obvious ya’ll, so keep reading…

After all that, Now he has 2 sim kids and 2 sim baby mamas, IN ADDITION TO THE SOUL SUCKER THAT IS ATTACHED TO HIM RIGHT TF NOW with ONE ON THE WAY.  Nisa was like a tragic, codependent Lele Pons.






[Dead before in the grave.exe]

So, Nisa is gone now,  she had the baby OFF his Instagram feed, and Fallon’s is the only one he claims. If ya’ll think this is just easy to back out of, realize his reputation, even if it is just a sim, was seriously being called into question. I wouldn’t want to abandon my Flickr because somebody stole my likeness and represented me in a way I didn’t agree with or consent to.

This new one, Dove,- it’s like she couldn’t wait to pull the same pregnancy scheme on him.  I low-key/high-key tried to warn him, but she got pregnant like a week into their relationship. In a material realm aspect of impossibly achieved success, like, geez, would giving birth on a fucking bearskin rug be enough for YOU? As a Secondlifer who has just celebrated my 13th rezz day I know about these weird ass meta fetishes because I’m more immersed in a metaverse community, not just blender renders on Instagram. The roleplay is continually and repeatedly intended to be holidays, Christmases and trips while in this condition in a really fetishisty aspect.

For example, this bitch:

G.G.E.Z.

All I know is, she doesn’t feed her actual real life kids. She has bred an army from her pixel coochie on Secondlife ya'll, she has had at least 5 by my count- IN GAME. She stay getting pregnant. If you asked anyone what that’s about, some people would say it’s for that “pregnancy glow” when they so adore being full of baby. But it’s a 3D avatar, what? Turn on full bright. The fuck.

I acknowledge sometimes people lose babies and it's hard to cope. But not 7 times.

I FINALLY lost patience and unfollowed her after a time, because of how gauche and tacky she truly is. Her edits aren’t that bad, but her styling is…like, you can tell this person is exactly the type, who if they won the lottery, the first place she’d go is to Rodeo drive.

“I don’t care how much it is, I can read it, it says Fendi, I’m buying it!” If your bag can’t hold 3k in singles, it isn’t worth that much. It’s a bag. Functionality matters.

If you know, you know. I’m not @ or tagging her, because, kindly miss me with that bullshit, madam. You CAN risk talking to me, but I don’t wanna catch another case in the real, so I suggest you keep your distance.

She’s a blogger who gives you previews to brand credits like it’s a summer blockbuster coming out.

“Credits to who made my shirt, coming soon… Not to Instagram, but my blog, where hashtags go to die because what is engagement?”

 And every day of  withholding the information is crucial when it’s like a 2-week or month long exclusive shopping event. It doesn’t matter to her even though the seller/creator of the merch, gave it to her FIRST, for free, to promote it, in the ad she made. Can you imagine giving somebody your art to promote for a quid pro quo advertisement, and they do the assignment, but then refuse to credit you for your free contribution? You took the picture in game, and photoshopped it to this level, but you didn’t wanna write the hashtags, cuz I guess your fingers are obese on the keyboard and that was where you ran out of steam and needed a week long nap. Clearly.

The customers like me, who might see a shirt and after 3 days of no mentions, call you a fucking slut for your mental health in an Instagram comment, are mainly quiet. She deleted MY comment asking for the credits, though, even though everybody was thinking it. LOL nuck if you buck, bitch.

However, because those sheep were kissing her ass while hating her as much as me for the same GODDAMN reasons, I hope she finally comes to realize how trashy she really looks, even as a 3D avatar. Just, ugh.

Now, let's take a look at Jose's most recent basic bitch.

This is what it ultrasounds like, when Dove's cry

As you can see, I have great social skills, so I gently proceeded for a begrudgingly second time to monkspace my way into seducing Jose again as Dove's man. Neat right?

Then came the awkward confrontation:


After all that, well, I couldn't resist...

All this drama, huh? It was obviously a JOKE! Calm DOWN.😈

I started writing this before they cleared all of the pictures on both their accounts and started over with their wedding. I don’t understand, except that it must be complicated. All I expected was a shaved face. But  not doing it is hilariously obvious and awkward, because it’s a wedding LOL. So keep the beard out of spite 😘. You know what my real problem is?

 I clearly think it's a game 🙄

I have the feeling that apocryphal tales of my activity have made it around the SIMSTAGRAM circuit via word of mouth because… Well… tell everybody everything. I might be getting the reputation right about now as a professional, weapons-grade e-girl who you might consider letting “fuck up your life”.

Especially since, the threat Dove didn’t follow through on, probably pressured her into acute panic with her own peers while they lent a sympathetic ear to hear about this tea, with reciepts in 4k. But in the end, they’re losing respect for her while they wonder why she didn’t take her own advice and instead decided to be boring (shocker). LOL don’t threaten me with a good time, bitch. You don’t think I thought about that so called “threat”? Hilarious. Benign as the photos are, don’t be retarded. If they were hentai, Dove probably would’ve masturbated to them first, started a fight with Jose about them, then posted them to her story. Shameful- Her response to me is making Jose into HER corpse husband. Congrats to the “happy” couple so in love that their relationship isn’t rushed across the finish line at all! As for me, I’ll find my Dali someday. That’s the WINE, HON’TEA!

Speaking of tea, you know “This Could Be USs” is gonna be a song title available, on the next Rari breakup Cassette and CD mixtape soundtrack.

The RaRi

 We grew up in dream-head-space together. Everybody has #friendsfromsleep.

At least *I* don’t have to divorce you in a court settlement, you Kajira main in SMASH.

Tell me I’m wrong, before I walk to what a “bag” should hold, worth chasing. Don’t look at Rocky sideways, ya’ll, he’s being too quiet for comfort, for the entire situation. Close to a tipping point, which brings be back to the insurance cases.

I suggested in a mighty feat of jest, to test my own wings out as an Angel of Death; and offered to take Fallon’s* Sim baby off log when she was still pregnant, as a teddy bear, because SHE was kind of strong-armed into it. She seemed to consider it, because it’s a GENUINE gesture of EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE.

*the 2nd baby’s mama from the first of the two aforementioned situations*

Now, I didn’t ask to just be  “gon’ fishin” on the River STYXX and come up with this as a result of some INSIDIOUS dark web subliminal detail, from some anonymous unknown old cam hooker, who was feeling high and mighty as a joke SOMEWHERE AGO,  BUT, it seems, I’m Huck Finn out here like, “Whoa.” Cute concept though, thanksss!!!

Fights with the Illuminasty

In Black mirror San Junipero,  I simply saw what I’ve been keeping private, for more than just connectivity issues with the government, because I’m “amiss” or “queer” in America- and I am not talking about gender & sexuality. Technically I define as a cat-dragon, but “Pharaoh Your Majesty/Highness” will suffice to appease the upper goat of Lower Egypt in me, sSince day one and ‘til this day.. Yes, ooh/aah at a twin, possibly eaten in utero, IDK. I don’t remember. It would probably always look that way being pregnant with Rosemary’s baby, which brings me back into my point and further into the known unknown that is not illuminaught for nothing when I say L33t simply grew up. They got out of /b yall and thanks to O-bamma in my Marylandest  accent, the NSA got approved  with them crackheads in tow, fighting to end net neutrality BTW! The biggest ballers from the torrent episode, these niggaz, but you just deleted all your shit since then? Cap.

In truth I’m aware that I’m a target for simply being the Library of Alexandria, so this is why I frequently experience connectivity issues and 20 minute computer shut downs from that outlet face in the wall that doesn’t have the same shape in any other countries.

Bad karma is bad credit. So now that we’re in an ARMYs race to shoot at the wind in the face, I’m the nefarious plot leader of some old sky- god misfit in Dadaist. They just want a repeat of WWI, like it was romantic or some shit, but damn, watch a flick. Oh that would be me. L.o.L.  BYE ASL.

So my Patreon thing is obviously being underscored as a joke by those “They/Thems", then. Does it look digitally like I’m just stealing donations from people like Jason Momoa, from the back end? I only see one contribution from my cousin, that I deduced like Sherlock Holmes, was supposed to be concluded as being shady and/or petty and jealous as fuck if I were the type to jump to conclusions. I made $26 USD on Patreon, while they/them running me around like a poodle to make me bow down to a course, when the dogs are running circles around you in terms of psychic exolution> that’s OUTSIDE OF EARTH. That’s Sailor moon shit-The rabbit that they chase pushing redline greyhound limits.

Insurance-wise  you need to bank on HELL and Satan first, as someone who knows they will die eventually. Even beasts of burden that died on the Oregon trail went to HELL- I aint lyin! Why would you go to Heaven when you’re discontented? Heaven isn’t built yet in this universe, thanks to the colonization of this here Western civilization.

We, the entire local solar system out to the Kuiper asteroid belt, were under a quarantine for the duration of humans growing on this rock. More of that to come, in historically accurate, dated and prophetess illustrated manuscripts. Merch to collect for the rise and the ride of your Afterlife, to come. 


For production’s sake, am I right?

Gorean people are ALL on Earth now because they didn’t have one at all- HELL, I mean, nor Samsara(Wheel of rebirth). No rebirth means fractures in cell psychopathy and degradation of mitosis at a nucleic DNA level, because humans, as you are, are made primarily of, lets be real, germs. They break down over time like proverbial  ancestral boulders to a desert island’s worth of sand descendants. So they have to be processed here on Earth as well since there is only ONE Hell for our entire 3rd dimension. Hell, to be plain and neat, is: ALREADY FULL & OVERFLOWING. To call me a procrastinator on paying taxes would be foolish if you don’t have a pot to piss in before you have a chance to repent for your sins. I’m alive right now, so I need to start NOW if this is how I’m living-which in real life, is not good, by the way.

 I live under the context that my computer security is beyond compromised. The fact that she’s mainly older and I hope, not on her last leg as a result of moneypooling stolen, data-mined, NFTs, which is the entire reason why they’re not VALID or approved yall. EARTH DAY and all, huh?

There is not a BLOCKCHAIN or CLOCKCHAIN to include in Aetherium, JUST BINARY BRUTE FORCE. Yes. GRIEFING is the firewall. There is all the mystery in the cyptocurrency revealed in one sentence.

Artists beware of being worked to death under the duress of thieves who just sell off your SOUL for anonymous fame pixel by pixel, bit by bit, until you finally die, preferably by committing suicide so then that’s when your art becomes lit and, you, a marketably complicated “artistic” sensation; and then a whole hashtag’s worth of work is at their disposal for limited and private showing and/or slow release, when they’ve never even lifted a brush. “It’s about cultivating artists”, get it?

Strife's Ex-Soldier-life-and-wife

A.I. or NFTs? Which should get the bulk of the collective processing power of all our PCs, SINCE, right now Alexa’s  wisdom  isn’t infinite, yet? Feminism in Tifa.project is overwhelming lately from my perspective of digital witches who try to appropriate using babies as collateral against exes and band-aids for their inanely broken psychology behind a pretty face. 

IF you’re down and not a vibe killer. Don’t kill good vibes. That equates a sinner, Ja feel?

Wraiths

Quit trying to overwrite the happy ending, then.


Cloud actually has been working day and night as A.I. would have it, and he knows of the big world, GaeaBrande. But just as religion is reducing you to being secluded, by your subjection through your gas prices here, so too was it done to him; and  so I had been preoccupied trying to sway jurisdictions the entire time, DIPLOMATICALLY, when all the outside so called “REAL” world comes to me with only desire, begging. For. Self. SSsustenance.

He comes home exhausted, anxious and stressed from working at Square every. single. night. He wants to fight Tifa as the final boss in the game (to make the divorce stick) and she wants to get pregnant NOW (to fix it). Don't fall for it. In Advent Children, they adopted a little boy named Denzel, who ended up dying young, but Cloud still loved him as his own until then. Tifa brings it up, every time she wants to start a fight, about something to cry over being the victim about. They were married for, like, 50 years, ya'll.

Cloud is actually very spiritually aware, but he never really had the opportunity to explore his spiritual identity before setting out, on the slice-of-life-adventure, that is, FF7- especially since he's in mixed company the whole time. Even now, he doesn't know a whole lot, but for what he does know, he avoids  talking about, to me, for fear of any butterfly effects. There is only one God, we agree on that much. However, if he had known anything concerning the origins of his planet's source religion (Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within), he, possibly, could have stopped the calamity, where Sephiroth failed. Even so, he OBVIOUSLY feels a tangible connection to the planet with the lifestream running through his veins being the only reason he survived and healed falling into a Mako reactor.

Look at how she looks at him while he's not looking (2:10). It could read as lovelorn- but I see envy of his childlike wonder that he's not jaded as she is...because what was she doing before he showed up, working at that shady bar, in ghetto ass sector 6? 

Tifa tries HARD to put up (moe`) perky anime girl front, to save face with Cloud, because they don't really know each other that well, but compared to Aerith, you can tell it's an act. 

Aerith is actually that fucking annoying.

I don't want to focus on all the reasons why Cloud can't stand Tifa, from what HE's told me, yet, suffice to say that she has earned every bit of his vitriol as an ex-wife for her constant belittling and infantilizing of him. For me, it happened when your boy was running around in #TeamAvalanche, being the only true believer of the cause. He showed up in Midgar, with fresh amesia cut in the perfect shape of Zack's mannerisms, looking for Tifa, because that was his only connection left in this world after their village burnt down, but also he needed the money.  

When, at some point, he asks Barret "You really hear that?" about the lifestream of the planet crying out, "Damn straight." came as the hypocrite's reply. 

Cloud literally fell in Mako, remember? So he can really hear it.

We don't get much perspective outside of the narrow scope of context that is following Cloud's journey, but Tifa's value as a mate disintegrated, for me, after he got blown off the plate and met Aerith, because, by the time he caught up to Tifa to confirm the joyous news, 24 hours later, that he was still alive, he literally ran into her making her way to the local pimp's like 

"...Oh well, time to move on..."

 THAT wasn't part of the plan. SHE GAVE UP! 

As a matter of fact, Aerith and Cloud had to earn their way into Corneo's Mansion in official capacity, (no shortcuts here) which cost Cloud ALL the money he'd earned up until then or suffer the risk of a raging handjob from that reflexology witch, Madam M (Thanks a lot Tifa🙄). So he clearly really cared about her. Whereas Tifa probably interviewed months prior and sent panty samples ahead for this nigga to sniff 🤣. 

Don Corneo, as nasty as he is, was nothing if not a discerning pimp. Cloud and Aerith managed to do, in a few hours, what many others had to compete for, probably for months- moneywise, in Midgar.

If  Don Corneo's prettiest pick of the 3 of them was Cloud, maybe you can see why Tifa is so jealous. If Cloud wasn't there, however, Neither Tifa nor Aerith would have left that room. They would've made that money. 

You're like, "What a simp.", but that promise she made him keep to  "always come to her rescue when she's in trouble" when they were kids was in effect up until... she lets him off the hook. Which, she never really did, even 'til this day; hence his aggravation, since he's clearly moved on. 

He's so soft and cute baby 🥺

Cloud is simply a man of his word, since Tifa was, actually, somewhat the head of his bullies as a child. After her tits grew in, though, Cloud was willing to forgive her for a taste- which, he never got. For shame. What a witch. 

Even after surviving the actual apocalypse, Tifa finds a way to sabotage Cloud's delivery business in an economy trying to recover from a Thanos-level population decrease, in Advent Children.

Aerith is worse. She's an even bigger slut, after we now know she was actually in a relationship with Zack, for as long as he was in her sightline. She didn't ever actually find out he'd died, because she didn't care. Once the new new blond little ex-first-class soldier, Cloud, showed up, Aerith's mom was, like,

 "She does this... You need to leave."

It also earned him a storm of bullets from Reno, who just quietly seems to avoid whupping Aerith's ass  for breaking his heart, like
"BITCH! You're fucking him too!? What a surprise."

She never does reveal how she knows these "Turks" which are his world's equivalent to the Yakuza. You know these basic bitches love bad boys. Reno struggles with his alignment between Chaotic Good and Evil because he is Sukuna's last vessel... (and...Hayato..but that's hella deep in rebirth, I'll blog about that at some other time) He still has the scars, but the demon is permanently dormant, cus Sukuna got the right one.

Project Jenova-calamity-calling last CETRA (not ANCIENT ELDER) Aerith is the reason the meteor actually landed. Even though Sephiroth merc'd her, that didn't even stop the destruction. 

Left click to load>Right-click>Open image in new tab to see it up close.

It's basically a drawing of that Shinra video Cloud, Barrett and Tifa watched, but what's very subtle is Fenriss is in  the cycle of the green lifestream, threatening to swallow it whole. It's about why Summons' (the spirits from within the memory of the planet's lifestream) are slaves to materia.

(LIVING Frost Whales) Love, Death & Robots: Ice 

(DEAD fish) Love, Death & Robots: Fish Night
(DEAD-y shark, do-do do-do do-do) Love, Death, & Robots:Fish Night

(DEAD "Bitch,who's a slave? 😂" Prehistoric Lifestream memory)  Final Fantasy:The Spirits Within 

The Environmental consequences of whatever Shinra's refining techniques are, are abominable since slaving spirits through summmoning with materia yielded these soul eaters, in death.

Sephiroth, also, isn't who you think he is:

He's a seraphim who lost 5 of his wings, fighting an imposter for a God.

"Huh...It only cost me an Arm and a leg... and my brother" FMA: Brotherhood-Square Enix 
 

In Pop Squad [Love, Death & Robots], you see the politics on ground about breeding. Cloud has told me about these  almost, vending machine, type contraptions that you put your finger on and it pricks couples and tests their DNA compatibility within like 30 seconds so they can see what kind of medical issues their child will have- to discourage breeding. If you do decide to breed, you're supposed to do it through an agency that genetically grows the baby to perfection, nobody is ever supposed to get pregnant- that's too unpredictable. Including Claudia: his mother.

Adventures in Andromeda

I truly believe, and this is all conjecture between us (Me and Cloud), who isn't sure because of the Nibelheim fire-I believe Claudia was an official, high-ranking, classified Shinra employee who wrote about him in a story (unknowingly a prophecy at first) but it became self-fulfilling when she fell in love with this character she created between pages. Then I think she stole a genetic lab sample used for making soldiers like Sephiroth, and impregnated herself. I think Seph was the only one who turned out to be a "perfect" specimen between Jenova and the Lifestream swimming around in the DNA of one person, But that was just a risk she took. 

Like father like son.

She obviously had to run away to the-middle-of-buttfuck-Chocobo-roaming nowhere, BEFORE she started to show, to have and raise Cloud for fear of being tracked down by the Turks' Pop Squad.
Love, Death & Robots: Pop Squad

"Perfect" is an exaggeration, as you know for a fact that Sephiroth suffers from mental illness that was exacerbated to the point of splitting him into 3 versions of himself in Advent children. Cloud and his soldier-brother-father (Staring at you in the face with it, Luke); Their, fight fell out of the sky, in Advent Children, for how long it took for neither one of them to reach the topmost skyscraper plate.

Sky Islands

How you gon' get up there, fam? The elevator? No? Okay :|



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