>>37970268I've been depleting my schizo energies through other avenues while at frenetic battle with these self inflicted demons.
Minor schizo introspection of one of my favorite Lia moments. Lumi often times plays up the breathy physical exertion in her particular bimbo style when engaged with games. It's very becoming and like all things Lumi highly broadcasted to create a fine tongue in cheek quality to the entire display allowing for an appreciation of an otherwise base, tawdry, and overused ploy. Wemi has elevated the gamer grunt to a new level with her own style of ruribimbo grunt, that is the excessively airy exhale but perfectly tone pitched to her dedicated voice, occasionally hyper characterized to the extreme in a beautiful arrangement of wee wah hee hoo huuuhs that really go the extra distance to sell the absurd of her character. But then there is Tenma who, and I do not mean this as a negative, bases the majority of her character around her grunt work. Tenma has an astounding work ethic and clearly defined desire to do the shokunin approach to being a gamer vtuber. As such her repertoire of carefully crafted kitsune noises are constantly on display. I don't have a problem with it they're all technically very well done and absolutely eats up the on air time providing a constant low thrum of stimulation from even the most mundane gameplay experience that allows her to command the reliable numbers that she does. But then there is Lia.
Lia doesn't particularly game that much more since her return, perfectly fine on it's own, and when she does she rarely engages content that lends itself to the gamer grunt meta. One of the best things about Lia is due to her relative newness to the chuuba industry there is a vast wealth of "fist times" she's capable of displaying for her Operators. I'm sure she had engaged in these stereotypical grunts before but at some point some hours into a Cult of the Lamb stream she finally roused the effort to try them on again.
They were absolutely breath taking. The hesitancy of commitment to the craft created a reluctance that shone threw in her intonations stirring something deep inside. Lia was at her height doing what was expected of her but knowing it didnt fit yet still complying through the doubt in a markedly coerced way. It was done in a supremely out of character fashion that lended itself to the kind of reluctance that is simply not found in the exuberant consent most performers ply to their act as a chuuba. When Lia is manipulating this very careful shame she is able to leverage utilizing the facets of her characterization, all of the forbidden things she had seen too early on, her exploratory descent into the various realms of chuuba talent, the refreshing self doubt she is able to pepper into the scene in the most organic ways. Lia obviously has that well honed woman's hook and blade of crying on command and eliciting feelings of pity and the reflexive protective instinct that entails but when she is using her half hearted barely committed grunts of kayfabe exertion as though her arm is being twisted into compliance with a segment of the performance she views as below her station her true beauty begins to show.
