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most of Anilist's April Fool's Day edits are not funny but what they did to Akio's character page is pretty fucking great
#revolutionary girl utena#shoujo kakumei utena#Akio Ohtori#they finally got him....#yurisorcerer speaks#“what about Utena and Anthy making out” I'll be honest I didn't even notice that until after I posted this#that's just what they look like in my head at all times#spoilers#yurisorcerer's greatest hits
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shout out to the red junglefowl btw
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learning about Ultrakill lore
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Demographic gotchas are the lamest shit in the world. "Idol anime are for adult men." Well I like some of them and I'm not a man. Are we going to have an actual conversation or are you going to let publishing companies dictate your interests like a little bitch.
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the tiniest bit of positive depiction of literally any physical trait can be worth so much. My cheeks flush for no obvious reason sometimes and I was looking in the mirror earlier and went "omg, like Falin" to myself and now I hate my appearance like 1% less. Thank you Kui-sensei for improving my self esteem a little bit
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Tatsuki Fujimoto has once again reached into the depths of his twisted psyche, and this time he pulled out the most terrifying fiend of all; the British Devil
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A thing I've seen recently that bothers me is this strain of "'AI art' is awesome actually" from the left where the core idea seems to be that bc the companies creating these models are stealing that's somehow based because We Love Theft here on tumblr I guess. It's like, besties, when a company steals from a single person that's usually called exploitation. It's not the same as shoplifting or pirating an anime or whatever.
#yurisorcerer speaks#if you wanna argue that theft is not a meaningful descriptor of any real activity that's a separate conversation#I have seen this take a couple times now tho and it's super weird to me I have no idea how privileged you'd have to be to think that#stealing from some random DeviantArt account is the same as stealing from a corporation
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bro this is NOT a raven
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women love me for the way I remind them of Faust from Limbus Company [I have short hair and am insufferable]
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Many seek the wisdom of the yuri sorcerer.
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That's a very good point and I see how you think it could defeat my argument. However, Nanoha Starlight Breaker gif sent four times in a row in the Discord server
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I don't know, man. Someone in the voice call I was in said he looked like Skearhead and I just blacked out
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"The old world is dying, the new world struggles to be born. Now is the time of monsters" is such a hard quote that you'd probably assume it was from Dark Souls, but it's actually from Italian Marxist philosopher Antonio Gramsci
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Your argument is very compelling, but I think you've probably failed to consider that 214S S S P S P S K S P S S K S H
#elphelt valentine#please don't vet this specific button combination I just pulled it out of my hat#yurisorcerer speaks
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You find yourself grocery shopping and all of a sudden a french gentleman with a rapier approaches and throws one of his glove at you. "Have at thee"
As you look around you, a crowd of eager onlookers have completely surrounded you two in ring made of peoples.
What do you do in this situation?
I smirk. He smirks back.
"Pierre." I say. "It's been a long time."
He adjusts his cap with the tip of his sword looking very elegant and french as he does so. This, of course, is Pierre Le Franchgais, the legendary Eiffel Swordsman and one of the 27 Great Sword Lords of Europe. As one of the Great Sword Lords of North America, I am of course unable to decline his challenge, and I raise my arms to the sky, and begin the sacred chant to summon my own sword.
"Ihre Übersetzungssoftware ist nicht korrekt installiert!" I intone, as black rainclouds begin gathering within the grocery store itself, and rain begins to fall, drenching the fresh produce. "Bitte kontaktieren Sie so schnell wie möglich einen Techniker."
In my hand, in a flash of black lightning appears the magical zweihander known as The Owl-Killing Sword, so called for its ability to slay an owl, even if the owl is at rest or sleeping. It is a blade black as the night itself, as tall as I am, and covered in glowing blue runes from a forgotten tongue once spoken by the Headbanger Giants of Nebulous-13.
"The battle is joined." I say to Pierre.
"Hon hon hon." He responds.
We step forward toward each other at almost the exact same moment, a beautifully synchronized dance of singular super-sonic motion---so super-sonic one might mistake either of us for hedgehogs at a glance---and as we pass by each other, one of us cuts the other.
For a moment, no one is sure who has cut whom, but in a single midnight-black flash of thunder, and with the sound of a clap of lightning, a massive split opens on Pierre's chest. He coughs up a glob of a deep red substance. Not blood, of course, as a true Frenchman, his bodily fluids are 100% pure wine.
"Sacre bleu." He chokes out. "You have come far from our last bat-tel in the War of le Sun Lords."
I grin. It's cocky and I know it is, but when you've bested a swordsman who challenged you in a single stroke and he doesn't know that you've been fucking his wife on the regular for 3 years, it's hard not to be. Still, better to let the man die with dignity.
"You've improved too, Pierre. Don't be hard on yourself."
The crowd begins to hoot and holler at my display of vast basedness and humility, but then, Pierre grins again.
"Indeed, mademoiselle….I have!"
Suddenly, the gushing wound running up the length of his chest explodes into four nimble tentacles of pure elemental wine-energy.
"Mon dieu!" I exclaim, for there is no other response to such an overwhelming display of Frenchness.
Thinking fast, I parry the first of the wine-tentacles, but a second lashes me on the shoulder as I deflect the third and fourth with my body, diving in front of an innocent bystander who happens to be an almost ontologically sexy older woman. I grin through the pain and she swoons in gratitude.
Turning back to Pierre, I regard him with disgust. "So, you too have sold your soul to Marshall Macron and his Vested Order. What did he offer you? Just this paltry command of wineblood? Did he promise you a share of France once he's fully conquered it? WHAT DROVE YOU DOWN THIS DARK PATH, PIERRE?"
"MON CHERIE....IT WAS YOU!" He points, accusingly, in my direction, both with his finger and with one of the wine-tentacles. "I know that you have slept with Bella-Marie all these years! I know that my child is not my own! What else would drive a man to such depths? You think I care for Monsieur Macron? NON! I care only for your HEAD, on a SILVER PLATTER!"
With fury, he wraps one of his wine-tentacles around his rapier, and wildly hurls it at me. I deflect only barely by invoking my Pennsylvania Dutch Golden Finch Technique---drawing a hex sign in the air to repel the blade---but this leaves him an opening to lunge at me with all four tentacles.
He has me pinned down! I'm on the ropes! But of course, fury is its own weakness, and I invoke the Ancient Southeast Pennsylvania High School Self-Defense Stance, and knee him in the balls, which causes him to reel back in pain.
This opening is enough. I invoke my ancestors; the great Keenich Amos Amos, the witchy swordmistress Lady Iron-fig, and call out to the spirits of the Headbanger Giants of Nebulos-13. I throw my sword; it impales Pierre through the throat and vintage Brunello floods the produce section, mixing with the thund'rous rain. Disgusting; he wasn't even honorable enough to replace his blood with a French wine.
As Pierre lay defeated, many beautiful women in the crowd including but not limited to the one I saved earlier swoon over me. I have defeated one foe, but know many more battles lay ahead....
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"Innocent Little Trans Girl Lays Down With Intent to Take a Short Nap but Forgets to Set Alarm and Sleeps a Full 8 Hours, Waking up at 10PM and Feeling Like Rip Van Winkle" and other Funky Tales from the Dark Side of Neurodivergence
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