Nerdcore Artist

I flee from twitter to tumblr, but fam, I’m bad at social media.

[ice-phoenix-nerdcore]

Beyond any doubt, could you say it with me please, kill capitalism.

I fucking hate it! I’m tired of being broke, I want stability. If I ran the economy, first things first, I’d make a law that makes it so the lowest paid person in any company can’t be paid less than a half of a percent of the total profit divided by the number off employees and executives. In a 1000 person company, they’d have to be given 0.05% of the profits made in addition to minimum wage. That means 50% of profits maximum will be available for further spending on projects. If they want to spend more than they have in profits, we already have a system for loans in place.

Oh, and this of course! Workers should be voting on how to do their jobs.

[luntfontanne]

i think ubisoft devs should not only post their work from canned projects i think they should legally be allowed to come together and eat the entire guillemot family <3

[randomlifeunit]

[ice-phoenix-nerdcore]

THIS!

[gorkaya-trava]

so, today we, russian queers, may become "extremists" by decision of russian supreme court and thus our existence will be silenced and erased. any queer activism will be impossible for us. I don't know what to do anymore. I was heartbroken when they passed the laws about "gay propaganda" and transgender people, now I'm just numb. I don't want to escape. I just want to live safely in my own country.

please hear us.

[infiniteglitterfall]

Russian court bans 'LGBT movement'

Russia's Supreme Court declares the "international LGBT public movement" an extremist organisation.

Oh god.

[troythecatfish]

America would be NOTHING without black people.

[ice-phoenix-nerdcore]

Read what I’m about to say fully, because it’ll mean the opposite of what your gut reaction most likely thinks.

America would’ve been nothing without white people either…

The thing is, I place a negative value on America “existing”. The fact we have to discuss SLAVERY to such an extent, and it’s modern continuity in for-profit prisons.

Aside from that, there’s been horrendous foreign policy that has a habit of using state funded terrorism which primarily uses the CIA (and occasionally FBI) for the logistics.

Such crimes include, but are not limited to, forming coups to overthrow peacefully elected leaders because of ideological differences, and lack of willingness to be a financial puppet-state of the US, political assassinations, psychological “white” (sensory deprivation) torture, massive internal surveillance of ordinary citizens, bribery, and cooperation with other evil countries and organizations.

[ice-phoenix-nerdcore]

Legitimate question. How would I go about making a Hentai Horror game as someone with literally 0 experience and my only device is a phone?

[ice-phoenix-nerdcore]

I lied in a YouTube Comment thread.

This comment thread actually is gold. Gave me the best of Tumblr vibes, so I had to share

[grape-soda-dreams]

Slay the Princess is basically just a huge game of Fuck Marry Kill but the guy asking REALLY wants you to pick kill.

[ice-phoenix-nerdcore]

You know what? That’s pretty much it!

[portalcartoon]

Heyyo fellow Madoka and Magireco fans, since i was bored, I created sheet with type and nature of every Witch (and magical girl) that I could find

Here it is!

[ice-phoenix-nerdcore]

I lied in a YouTube Comment thread.

This comment thread actually is gold. Gave me the best of Tumblr vibes, so I had to share

[morganalefays]

y’all: finally the EVIL summer is over!!!!!!!! getting ready for my one true bae fall!!!!!! pumpkin spice and aesthetic here i COME!!!!!!

me, a northerner: 

[corrupted-icarus]

me, a southerner: i love not having 100+ degree weather!!!!!!!! getting ready to actually go outside in what i feel comfortable wearing!!!!! being able to do shit outside of my home here i COME!!!!!!

[ice-phoenix-nerdcore]

You know what? It's fascinating how we all have those profound moments when we stumble upon fragments of our forgotten past selves. It's like unearthing buried treasures within our own minds. It reaffirms our identity in the present, reminding us that despite the changes we undergo, there's a core essence that remains unchanged. And let me tell you, my recent encounter with such a moment has left me in awe. The way it resonates with me, the way it speaks to the depths of my being, is nothing short of remarkable.

It's akin to that feeling you get when you wake up from a nap to realize you were tired all along, or when you start eating on an empty stomach, only then suddenly realizing you're hungry. It's like finding a sense of belonging after feeling lost and lonely. It's as if the fog of uncertainty dissipates, the clouds of pain part ways, and a glimmer of hope emerges, casting its warm rays upon us. It's a powerful force that binds us together, yet its profound nature somehow defies comprehension and leaves us in a state of anticlimax.

That example for me was a super old question I asked through my mom on quora which basically conveyed my incredulity at the concept of ‘no thing’ conveyed by Zen Buddhism specifically (as far as I remember at least, it was a Buddhist thing. Buddhists of Tumblr, tell me if I’m wrong) The sound of one hand clapping is not nothing, but the swish of the air, or the creaks in your body. I actually put it a different way, explaining the logical incoherence of ‘no thing’ by comparing it to the hypothetical edge of space, where even if nothing else was there, the edge of space exists, and therefore was a thing.

But you know, there's an old saying from the East that goes, "may you live an interesting life." Ironically, it's often seen as a curse rather than a blessing. Personally, I don't aspire to lead a life so dramatic that it could stir emotions in a movie theater.

That being said, I refuse to remain stagnant and silent. The concepts of Zen, mindfulness, and meditation have never quite resonated with me. I've always been more inclined towards analytical thinking, often to the point of being overly literal, according to some people's perspectives. My mind tends to wander into the realms of imagination and complex thoughts, replacing simplistic dichotomies with nuanced shades of gray.

And so, this recent revelation has sparked a cascade of thoughts within me. If there are aspects of my past self that have eluded my memory, what other hidden landscapes lie within me, waiting to be discovered? We all possess uncharted territories within our souls, waiting for exploration. I've predominantly directed my analytical gaze outward, but perhaps it's time to turn that introspective lens inward as well.

Not to overanalyze or unravel myself, but to gain a deeper understanding of who I truly am and why. What life experiences have shaped me into the person I am today? What do I hold dear above all else? What ignites the fire within me and what weighs me down?.

And isn't that the beauty of it all? The realization that every twist and turn, every victory and setback, weaves together the intricate tapestry of our existence. It's like a puzzle slowly coming together, gradually revealing a clearer picture of our true selves and the purpose behind our journey.

Take a moment to reflect on your own path. When did you experience the profound comfort of recognizing the continuity of your own self?

Furthermore, if any professionals in fields such as psychology, developmental neurology, or related disciplines have insights to share on this type of experience, I would be immensely interested in hearing their perspectives.

[ice-phoenix-nerdcore]

Finished writing lyrics to a song… just gotta wait a long time till I have money for new audio equipment and more importantly, a vehicle for existing.

Lyrics are currently as follows until I get my feature in what I imagine is the distant future, and it’s recorded:

Intro/hook:

I am Hell’s Emissary

Crown Prince imaginary

Holy Maiden of the land

The six wings confer command!

Verse:

Sly as a fox, got them under my hex
You're just an ox, lost and perplexed
Flipping the script, I’m taking control
Using you all, to play out a role

Ride or die, I’m taking the high road

Comply this time, or I’m leaving you deposed

Genocide? Those are just my foes

God on my side, on orders of the pope

There’s no end to my reach

Until you’re deceased

But then I’m the god of the dead

So you won’t find no peace

Till you kneel at my feet

You should envy the life that I’ve lead

If you’d admit your loss

I’d forgive the cost

No requiem ever to hear

Should you carry your cross

The Angel does doth

You have chosen your death to be near

Chorus:

There is no escape

Cocooned within this fate

Soon I will placate

Those who oppose my state

There is no escape

Cocooned within this fate

Soon I will placate

Those who oppose my reign

Verse:

When rain does fall

As tears from cheeks

Blood puddles form

Cold corpses leak

And though enthralled

By beauty sleek

Their blood’s the warm

Tribute I seek

This haunting dance,

Where you careen

Is your futile chance

That’s left unseen

Like a ghost

You’ll trace your steps

You’ve outlived most

So face what’s left

Bridge:

As fire surrounds

Embers scorching the ground

Clearly that’s a vision - it’s a lesson in fear

I would call it profound

As it seems to confound

Even though you’ve lost something so dear

As fire surrounds

Embers scorching the ground

Clearly that’s a vision - it’s a lesson in fear

I would call it profound

As it seems to confound

Even though you’ve lost something so dear

hook:

I am Hell’s Emissary

Crown Prince imaginary

Holy Maiden of the land

The six wings confer command!

Verse:

(Feature’s lyrics)

Chorus:

There is no escape

Cocooned within this fate

Soon I will placate

Those who oppose my state

There is no escape

Cocooned within this fate

Soon I will placate

Those who oppose my reign

Outro:

As fire surrounds

Embers scorching the ground

Clearly that’s a vision - it’s a lesson in fear

I would call it profound

As it seems to confound

Even though you’ve lost something so dear

As fire surrounds

Embers scorching the ground

Clearly that’s a vision - it’s a lesson in fear

I would call it profound

As it seems to confound

Even though you’ve lost something so dear

[ice-phoenix-nerdcore]

[ice-phoenix-nerdcore]

I’m still confused how this all works. What makes a post stand out on this platform?

[ice-phoenix-nerdcore]

Am I doing something wrong? How does tumblr work lol. I feel so weird, ‘cause I have I no idea how to navigate this app

[ice-phoenix-nerdcore]

Second poem dump

Cinderella - Seeing Red

Sometimes I reach into the sky and find nothing

And the rain simply pours down on me, another form of vacancy

The path I walk is unmarked, incomplete

Or you could say there’s no path leading me at all

That there’s nothing

“But I see you!” says someone who doesn’t know me

“But I love you!” says another who’s seen through me

Truly

Yes, I am desperate for love

Yes, I long to be seen

No, I’m not a fool

And no, I’m sure I enjoy performing!

(Go monitor your own damn lives!)

I crave to have perfect pitch

To know the sound of each key

To be like the octaves Oktavia feels at heart

She’s been a role model to me

Leave me alone! Bitch!

I don’t need you telling me it isn’t a practical career

I know, all too well, that being famous and successful…

Well, let’s say I know the music I make won’t land on everyone’s ear

I mean, it only makes sense!

Look at her, look at him

Look at this, look at that

Look at xer, look at zem

Look at each and every stat

Simply put, my chances are slim

People all around me say “Wow, you must be smart!”

Well if you really thought so, what would do?

Would that change how you approached me from the start?

If the answer is no

then what does it matter

If the answer is yes

Why does no one say so!

Is it because of resentment and jealousy?

Or is it simply a form of stupidity and self-sabotage?

Is it because of embarrassment and self-centeredness

Or is it simply a form of apathy, the lack of empathy

Do achievements only get noticed if it reaffirms themselves?

Are accomplishments only worthy if you can pull others into your spells?

No! Let me finish already!

I don’t care what you think

It isn’t your business to decide for me!

I don’t care what you believe

You can say what you want, you don’t want me free!

You think your words are sacred, like Adam and Eve

Before that story in the Bible where they ate from ‘that Tree’

But I have the knowledge of good and evil

And apparently to you this seems trivial

I am not your child anymore

I won’t be controlled, or pinned to your floor

I will not be contained, as the days that remain, all continue in pain, all slowly tick down, and the ‘talks’ will flare up

You might get upset, up here though?

I’ll scowl at you forever

I’ll make you scarred once I finally sever the tethers and leave you behind

You’ll be tattered and scattered, and I’ll be rather pleased to have you bettered

I’ll make you wish you were a dirt poor debtor

Your reputation will plummet to ash, and you’ll be swept away like trash

Your dread will sink in

You’ll realize your trapped

Unable to walk

Unable to dash

Unable to move

And not even your cash

Can save you.

Sometimes you’ll reach into the sky and grasp a void

And the rain will simply drown you, the you who is nothing

Your path will be marked, ‘Your days are numbered’

Or you could say there’s no path to walk at all

That there’s nothing

Nothing but the end

Nothing but null

Nothing left until you hear death’s toll

[ice-phoenix-nerdcore]

I’m turning tumble into my poetry dump. Here’s one off my oldest poems, but still a favorite. It’s one I made that caused me along the process of making it to determine that I indeed valued it.

Hope you like it!

I am not

The thrum, the reverberation, the permeation of my self revelations

The realizations burn like fire, yet stops me cold in my hesitations

What I am is different and difficult, and its success, developed by desperate determinations

So perhaps I should give in to my doubts and fears, since the light disappeared, and turn to my asphyxiation

Yet another says no, when I’m lost and alone, with nowhere to go, still reeling from the blows, my senses comatose, while my heart it still knows my own deep pain

I know that I fail, stumble and crumble

I know that I’m frail, turn tail

but if I should stay, as life turns to grey

I become just as rubble

Just as rubble is a shattered whole,

The pain that I feel leaves a gaping hole

And yet, that pain is my only escape

Much like how some turn to imagination’s fabricated legends and landscapes,

its happy ends in brilliant stories of heroes.

Heroes that I am simply not

Heroes, who still are not forgot

Heroes who had bravely fought

Heroes who died, and honor, bought

Heroes who all faced a lot, they taught

They taught us anyone can be a hero,

But what is, is that even heroes, are either ones or zeros

Ones as zeros, like binary code

Yes and no, what they denote

Is a worthy symbol of all their gall

That they are gods onto ourselves with so much thrall

That they hate and jeer and make the call

Of who is worthy, and who of us to take the fall

I will take the fall I think.

I will lose it all and sink

I am hated behind my back I know

Am I loved? Tell the truth, say no

So please, turn away from me if you will

As the one tormented, dies by my own kill

Now it sparkles faintly in the painted skies

But it’s buried deeply, near deep sighs and despairing cries

The tale of beauty in death, it’s all lies

So goodbye world, and goodbye truth.