Hey! I'm Luna or Sam, they/them but really it's whatever <3 I go through obsessions way too fast to tell you what I might post about, but I like to think my art is pretty good :)
This intro post may be a little out of date, but I update it every now and then :)
THIS ^ is what I look like!! Although I have since dyed my hair so not quite. But oh well.
More things about me:
I'm Luna!! (I'm also cool with Sam/Bread)
I go by they/them, but I don't mind honestly, I'm okay with basically anything.
I'm British, but born in Germany--I speak some German <3
I love The Stanley Parable so much. It is my favourite game and also my driving force in life /silly. You may find tsp content here. Maybe.
Things I'm a fan of:
Video games: The Stanley Parable, Stardew Valley, Sally Face
Shows: Drawtectives, The Owl House, The Mighty Boosh
Musicals: Starkid (pretty much everything of theirs), Spies are Forever, Ride the Cyclone, and also just theatre in general.
My stuff??? (links)
I make art! I post it here, and on instagram (although instagram not so much anymore)
If you wanna see my original posts, click on this: [#luna says stuff]
And if you wanna see my art (oooh you wanna look at my art so baddddd.....), click on this: [#lunas arts :)]
If you wanna see fanart of something specific, click on this: [Masterpost]
If, for some godforsaken reason, you want to see my instagram (it has a slightly different collection of my art), click on this: [breadcatluna]
That being said this blog is mostly for reblogging silly things, don't try to scroll for my stuff
Misc (rules?):
I'm an idiot so be nice if I do something stupid. (Do tell me though, please, i am always trying to be better <33)
Feel free to message me/send me an ask for whatever reason as long as it's not hateful <33333
I don't have any DNI criteria, but I have no issues with blocking people over trivial matters/just because i don't really wanna see their stuff, don't take it personally
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You may not want any more litterbug discourse, so please feel free to disregard. But I've been thinking about this a lot lately from your posts and -
I can totally see Kim "Litterbug" Kitsuragi. He definitely crushes his cigarette butts out with his boot and kicks them into the gutters. Sometimes he likes seeing them there - his with all the others. It pleases that moralist-cop-unity streak in him.
You caused me to reexamine my "no smoking in the Kineema" headcanon! My theory has transformed now based on your litterbug discourse. I think that Kim *tells* people they can't smoke in the Kineema, largely because he's an unrepentant little spoilsport. He enjoys watching the other officers (mostly Harry) stand outside the car and smoke. This leads to various occasions (at least twice a week) where Harry mainlines a cigarette because they got a call and they have to go NOW. Sometimes, Kim's already pulling away from the curb while Harry jogs alongside the car, frantically trying to finish his cigarette so he can hop in.
Thank you as always for your fantastic work!
Hello I am always happy to hear more about litterbug kim thoughts!
1. Entirely completely correct!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2. I love this image so much I have never so intensely wished I could animate what was in my imagination but I’m not there yet
OKAY BUT 1) I love this art (and all your art) SO much it's perfect
and 2) you are SPOT on in your tags -
#now im imagining kim strictly enforcing a no smoking in the kineema rule but the one time he does he tries to minimize the smell and act#all non-chalant about it but Harry immediately notices and its a whole thing
Which had me picturing something like ---
YOU: On Wednesday, it is raining.
RHETORIC: Rain is not the appropriate word for what’s happening here.
CONCEPTUALIZATION: This is a deluge. A flood. A never-ending torrent of gray and ceaseless water on an April day.
HALF LIGHT: It is the end of the world.
CENTRAL JAMROCK: It began around one in the morning, and has not stopped since. WEATHER FM promises another twelve hours. Already the river is rising; already the carpet in your basement apartment has grown damp and squashy, squelching under your feet.
KIM KITSURAGI: Kim calls you around six and asks if you would like a ride into the precinct. You accept gratefully, and when you hear the infernal roar of the Kineema - like a great rumble of thunder roaring along the ground, bowling over pedestrians and motor carriages alike - you rush out into the rain.
CONCEPTUALIZATION: Here comes Kim Kitsuragi - the lightning.
KIM KITSURAGI: “Detective,” he greets you as you struggle into the backseat of the Kineema, shedding water.
YOU: “Kim,” you pant. “It’s the end of the world.”
KIM KITSURAGI: “I don’t think it’s the end of the world, detective, no matter how much you want to get out of THE CASE OF THE STICKY BARREL.”
YOU: “That barrel is gross, Kim."
KIM KITSURAGI: “Yes, well…maybe it would’ve been less gross if you did not lick it, no?” He looks at you in the rearview mirror. He is smiling.
YOU: You settle back, nestling into the Kineema’s now-familiar upholstery. You can hear the soft steady crackle of WEATHER FM below the sound of the rain drumming on the roof of the Kineema.
PERCEPTION: Around you, the familiar, comforting smells. Car wax. The faint eau de corpse. Kim - wet nylon and motor oil. And the persistent acrid scent of chestnut smoke.
ENCYCLOPEDIA: Yeah, that’s just Kim. We know Kim.
VISUAL CALCULUS: No. This is recent. And close.
KIM KITSURAGI: “Detective, what are you doing?”
“What’s it look like I’m doing?”
“What are you doing?”
YOU: “What are you doing?”
KIM KITSURAGI: “I am driving the car. And you are…?”
“What’s it look like I’m doing?”
“What are you doing?”
YOU: “What’s it look like I’m doing?”
KIM KITSURAGI: “It looks like you’re sniffing my car seats.”
ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Yeah we are.
YOU: And what do we get?
PERCEPTION: Whiff of upholstery. Body odors. And chestnut smoke - from an Astra cigarette. Smoked recently and in close quarters.
COMPOSURE: What’s that there - a hint of tension in his voice…?
HALF LIGHT: It’s fear. What’s he so nervous about?
VISUAL CALCULUS: Kim “No Smoking in the Kineema” Kitsuragi has smoked a cigarette in here recently. Last night, I’d wager.
ESPRIT DE CORPS: You’d been late at the precinct last night wrapping up a case. By the time Kim had left, it was around midnight. Ten minutes til. It had been a long day. A tough one. If he didn’t smoke then, he thought, he’d miss the change. It’d be tomorrow.
And fuck it, Kim “No Smoking in the Kineema” Kitsuragi had thought. It was his patrol vehicle, wasn’t it? The other officers had done worse to theirs. Officer McCoy had shot a man in his. Either Officer Torson or Officer McClaine - they will not admit which one - had vomited in a pool car. Officer Williams left all the windows down in the same pool car - likely on purpose - in a rainstorm. And Officer Du Bois drove his into the sea.
[-1 morale]
ESPRIT DE CORPS: Last night - at ten minutes til - Kim Kitsuragi had left the precinct and turned right. He had gotten on the 8/81. And then he had put a cigarette between his lips, feeling the dry paper - the scent of tobacco - and, while merging one-handed, had lit it. He had breathed in. The sharp slow burn in the back of his throat. And he had exhaled, watching the plume of white smoke fog the interior of the Kineema. He had smiled. He smoked slowly and leisurely, and when he was done, he had put his hand out the window and carefully - neatly, precisely - had flicked the butt over the top of the car. It had arced over and down off the bridge, falling down, and down, and down into the river.
God, thought the teenage kid in the motor carriage behind him, that’s so cool.
YOU: “Kim, you smoked in here?”
KIM KITSURAGI: “Yes. I did.”
YOU: “But you said I couldn’t smoke in here!”
KIM KITSURAGI: A smile. “That’s right.”
RHETORIC: He is smug.
AUTHORITY: You ought to put the littering binoclard in his place. No one tells you not to smoke.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY: God, wouldn’t a cigarette be really good right about now? Imagine it. That taste - your lungs expanding - that little nicotine bump your heart gets -
YOU: You pull a cigarette out -
KIM KITSURAGI: “Detective. You are not smoking in here.” His gaze locks on yours in the rearview mirror.
HALF LIGHT: His eyebrow starts to raise.
“But you did!”
“Please, Kim.”
“If I don’t smoke this cigarette right now, I’ll die.”
YOU: “If I don’t smoke this cigarette right now, I’ll die.”
KIM KITSURAGI: He frowns. “That is unfortunate.”
DRAMA: He’s mocking you, sire!
YOU: “What will you tell Gottlieb?”
KIM KITSURAGI: “That it was tragic, and unavoidable.”
“But you did!”
“Please, Kim.”
“If I don’t smoke this cigarette right now, I’ll die.”
YOU: “But you did!”
KIM KITSURAGI: “Yes.” A pleased little smile. “I did.”
“But you did!”
“Please, Kim.”
“If I don’t smoke this cigarette right now, I’ll die.”
YOU: “Please, Kim.”
KIM KITSURAGI: “No.”
YOU: “No?”
KIM KITSURAGI: “No.”
RHETORIC: His favorite word.
AUTHORITY: Come on. Are you going to let him push you around? He’s driving. What’s he going to do, come back here and stop you?
YOU: Meeting Kim’s eyes in the mirror, you raise the cigarette to your lips…
KIM KITSURAGI: “Officer Du Bois!”
YOU: Your body snaps to attention - spine locking straight, arms fluttering down to your sides - difficult in a seated position - and the cigarette falls from your lips. “Yes, lieutenant?” croaks out of your mouth.
KIM KITSURAGI: He surveys you in the mirror. “Is there something you needed?”
ESPRIT DE CIGARETTE: Officer Jean Vicquemare lights his third cigarette of the day, carrying a cup of coffee to his desk. Nix Gottlieb prods at his pipe bowl with the tip of a pair of scissors.
SHIVERS: A young girl sneaks a cigarette out of her mother’s purse. An old man lights one, wheezing and rubbing his chest. A fortune-teller across the city breathes in, half-closing her eyes in pleasure as she surveys her day.
YOU: You stare down forlornly. The cigarette is lost in the detritus of the backseat - the clutter that accumulates everywhere you’ve been. The empty case of a Guillaume le Million tape found in the trash. A mustard-yellow velvet jacket, the sleeve torn of during a tussle with a suspect last week. Kebab wrappers and Frittte bags.
“No, it’s okay. I didn’t really want a cigarette anyway.”
“Always, baby.”
“Yeah, Kim. I wanted that fucking cigarette.”
[No words. Just get out another cigarette and light it.] AUTHORITY: GODLY
YOU: “No, it’s okay. I didn’t really want a cigarette anyway.”
KIM KITSURAGI: “I’m glad to hear it, yefreitor,” Kim says, approvingly.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: Your heart beats a little faster, lungs fluttering in your chest.
YOU: Why? I didn’t get to smoke that cigarette.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY: We’d like to smoke him…if you know what I mean.
COACH PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: Like in a game of manly physical contact? SUGGESTION: Yes, exactly.
LOGIC: You must be getting a nicotine hit from the seats. That’s all.
YOU: You settle back in the seat as Kim takes you smoothly onto the 8/81, and you start your day.
KIM KITSURAGI - “The connection to technology would have made Interfacing my first guess, but it doesn’t seem to share the general...perchant for self-destructive behavior. As always, Electrochemistry is a likely suspect for that. In this case, however, I would like to tell Authority to find other ways to answer a perceived slight from Satellite-Officer Vicquemare.”
LOGIC - Love that guy.
AUTHORITY - Harry, you ARE licking the damn battery. Both sides now.
HARRY DU BOIS - “I will Lick It.”
KIM KITSURAGI - “...do it then. I command you.”
AUTHORITY - NO, DON’T GIVE IN TO HIS DEMANDS. YOU OUTRANK HIM.
ID from alt: an oil pastel on paper portrait of Kim Kitsuragi from Disco Elysium. He is looking downwards at a 3/4 angle from the viewer. the colouring loosely matches the style of the game, with various shades of orange. /End ID.]
hi here's kim in oil pastels because i'm going crazy about disco elysium
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alright I've got to do some quick math to explain attitudes towards AI to my boss.
we're looking to create an AI policy, and when we were talking about this, my boss (older millennial) was genuinely shocked to hear that younger people do not (seem) to view AI positively (a la the recent commencement speakers being booed)
please rb for larger sample size!
Question 1/3
What is your age, and do you feel AI is a net positive or net negative in our lives today?
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