#* LISA LIDDELL / narrative .

[someotherdog]

jvdl. ja. kf. lc. ll. lj.

[tragedienes]

character: lisa open: m/f/nb plot: lisa is a notorious good girl that’s come under the sway of a powerful person that she originally thinks just has a mean streak. come to find out, they’re actually a serial killer, and lisa’s now confronted with the reality of the situation. instead of freaking out, she helps clean up the scene.

the light switch still pressed up against her fingers, she hadn’t moved since she turned it on. her eyes are frozen to the person that she loves, or rather thought she loved, and their eyes are stuck on her too. it’s a stalemate, her in her cute little matching pajamas while they’re donned in blood—it’s blood, she knew it, if not the sanguine-colored liquid that’s splashed over their body then the overwhelming stench; a metallic, earthy scent that reminded her of battlefields and abattoirs. lisa swallowed thickly, the first of them to blink. the situation was plain, very clear; they have killed someone. the amount of blood all over them and dripping onto the floor, they have freshly killed someone, and it has to be a someone, not an animal. they were a killer, she knew this now. what was she to do? “oh god.” she whispered into the silent room, finally dropping her hand from the light switch and letting it rest lamely at her side. the scenarios ran through her mind: run, hole herself up in another room, call the police, fight them for her life. all the scenarios end with them doing what they’ve already done to another, how many others have they killed?, and ending her life prematurely. there’s no scenario where lisa liddell lives… except one. her chin tilted up defiantly, decidedly. “get into the bathroom before someone sees you.” she ordered, tone soft but carrying. “give me your clothes, i’ll wash them.”

[d2kvirus]

Dickheads of the Month: June 2019

As it seems that there are people who say or do things that are remarkably dickheaded yet somehow people try to make excuses for them or pretend it never happened, here is a collection of some of the dickheaded actions we saw in the month of June 2019 to make sure that they are never forgotten.

You’d think the Orange Overlord’s visit would’ve been the biggest farce in British politics that week, but then The Independent Hashtag Change Hashtag Now Group Ltd saw six of their eleven MPs jump ship - including lead egotist Chuka Umunna as well as company secretary Gavin Shuker

Of course it was a matter of hours before Chuka Umunna started another new political movement promising the usual yadda-yaddas about how politics was broken and he’s the one person on earth who can fix it...sort of like he did a few months earlier with his previous project that he flounced out of at the first sign of failure - and a few days later he fucked off to join the Lib Dems, meaning the constituency of Streatham has been under control of two political parties (and one limited company) in 2019 all because their sitting MP keeps party-hopping and refusing to call a by-election

While none of the runners and riders in the Tory Leadership Drug Off covered themselves in glory, particular mention has to be reserved for Michael Gove for his admitting to taking cocaine while angling for the Tory leadership job and the Premiership that comes with it considering that, as Education Secretary, he introduced legislation saying any teacher who was caught using cocaine would be fired immediately, which sounds uncannily like he believed there should be one rule for him and another for the plebs

Perhaps the buffoon act Boris Johnson has spent over a decade performing isn’t a complete act, not when he has Priti Patel running around telling everyone about how much integrity he has while he hides in his safe space in case anyone might actually want to ask him a pertinent question - yet somehow he surpassed this when convicted fraudster Conrad Black was happy to vouch for Johnson’s credibility while slagging off any journalist who dared question him

On the subject of Boris Johnson and integrity, did Alan Sugar really believe nobody would notice him go from saying Johnson should be jailed for his lies during the EU referendum to saying he should become Prime Minister in the space of six months - a 180 that had nothing whatsoever to do with him saying he’d relax the tax rate that Alan Sugar just so happens to reside in?

Almost as soon as Pride Week began we had Anne Widdecombe volunteering her ignorant waffle about a “gay cure” - which also happens to be as close to a policy announcement as we’ve heard from The Nigel Farage Ego Project - and, naturally, it didn’t take long before sentient testicle Toby Young chipped in with the usual “it's so haaaaaard being a straight white male these days” bollocks

Another month passes and the BBC once again demonstrate their inability to cover an election result properly, this time giving so much airtime to Nigel Farage after the Peterborough by-election even though not only did his candidate come second, but when he realised that Labour candidate Lisa Forbes had won Farage literally ran and hid in the toilet, all of which makes it look as if the BBC had planned for their coverage to be a victory lap for Farage and didn’t bother to change their plans even when Farage didn’t win

Of course, this has led to the Faragists claiming conspiracy with some blather about postal votes and the local South Asian community, aided by Ross Kempsell falsely claiming that 69.4% of the vote was postal votes as opposed to 69.4% of those with postal votes used their vote (which is actually a decrease on the 85.1% average postal vote turnout from the 2017 election) all of which is little more than them begging to be told “You lost, get over it” - which, of course, soon led to Rod Liddell penning yet another of his “I know this might sound racist, but...” articles that never sound racist, they just are

Add to that how there was something sad about Nigel Farage marching to Downing Street (when nobody was there) to deliver a letter demanding he be part of negotiations with the EU - which would have carried some weight had he won in Peterborough, but having lost it made him look like a tragic figure in complete denial of what had happened

Don’t you dare interrupt a black tie dinner when Mark Field is there, as he will respond by getting out of his seat, grabbing you by the throat and shoving you into the nearest pillar to make you shut up and know your place - which was followed by Peter Bottomley congratulating him for assaulting somebody and Nadine Dorries prattling some nonsense about Jo Cox, while of course Julia Halfwit Hartley-Brewer was saying how more people should feel this way about climate protests...a few weeks after howling that throwing a milkshake at Nigel Farage is a crime, and Laura Kuenssberg somehow found a way to use the story to take potshots at Labour

Yet somehow Field wasn’t the only Tory involved in deeply unsavoury incidents with women within those 24 hours, as Boris Johnson was involved in a spat with partner Carried Symonds which saw the police being called, but that’s not the end of it: first the Metropolitan Police attempted to deny they were called, and it was only because The Guardian did a journalism and were able to cite the incident number that caused the police to admit they were there, but also those looking for any defence be it sentient testicle Toby Young comparing the neighbours to the Stasi while Alison Pearson posted a tweet that was outright inviting somebody dox the neighbours who reported the story while inviting harassment against them, while James Cleverly gave the downright dangerous advice that people shouldn’t call the police if they hear their neighbours in a furious row where things are getting smashed

There appears to be a humanitarian crisis in the Slovenian education system judging by how Damir Skomina can’t tell an armpit from an elbow, let alone the complexities of the differences between a deliberate handball and ball-to-hand, judging by his giving Liverpool a penalty for no logical reason within thirty seconds of the Champions League final kicking off - and it was hardly an isolated derp, either, as Son Heung-min was also penalised for “handball” when the ball his his shoulder in the second half

Although it does say it all that West Ham United were quick to take to Twitter thinking it would be a smart idea to try and rub Spurs fans’ noses in their being fucked over by Skomina, which only made them look like a bunch of insecure children

Yet somehow this wasn’t the worst tweet about the Champions League final, as that honour went to George Galloway for his utterly bizarre claim that there won’t be any Israeli flags on the Champions League trophy, because apparently Tottenham Hotspur and Hapoel Tel Aviv are the same club - so of course Tracy Ann Oberman was quickly rushing to Twitter to declare herself a Spurs fan, because after the farces with both Peter Herbert and David Baddiel using the club’s reputation as a testing bed for weaponising antisemitism, having one of the people who apparently makes a living out of weaponising antisemitism declare loyalty to the club is just what they want to hear...

It wasn’t long after Trump stated the NHS was on the table for any negotiations before Richard Tice casually gaslighted the British public with completely fabricated claims about pharma companies ripping off the NHS that would be solved by carving it up a la the American system - rather than the reality that the NHS significantly drives down the prices of medications compared to the American system, which Big Pharma hates

Similarly on the gaslighting trail was John Humphreys when he attempted to deny that Donald Trump had said that the NHS was on the negotiating table for any UK/US trade deal - which Labour MP Andy McDonald did not take lying down, calling out Humphrys for outright lying and reducing him to a gibbering wreck on his own show

Guido blog gobshite Paul Staines obviously had a quota to fill when he posted an article claiming that Jeremy Corbyn stated that Britain should have rolled over if the Nazis arrived on British shores, which took a remarkable amount of editing on Staines’ behalf to get the quote to say that - and, of course, this was rapidly regurgitated all over Twitter by Rachel Riley and Tracy Ann Oberman because they’re so far down David Collier’s rabbit hole they’re the best advertising Guido blog doesn’t have to pay for

At last the BBC finally said they were doing something about the vetting process for their political programming...unfortunately this didn’t mean they were going to stop Tory councillors posing as members of the public in the Question Time audience nor would they stop hiring actresses to pose as Anglican vicars on Newsnight, instead they didn’t like it when a member of the public kept asking Boris Johnson difficult questions about him being an ignorant pig when it comes to race relations so are making sure that only people who follow the script are allowed within fifty feet of a microphone whenever Johnson is interviewed

It’s almost fitting that England fans decided to celebrate the 75th anniversary of D-Day by hurling bottles at Portuguese fans and scuffling with the local police - yet somehow they didn’t even end up being the scummiest involved in these incidents, as that honour went to Tommy Robinson after he posted a video demonstrating his hardman credentials by sneaking up behind one of them and punching them in the back of the head while flanked by his heavies

It appears that Suzanne Moore was a little too keen to push her narrative in the latest Guardian piece on how terrible it is that Jess Phillips isn’t leading the Labour Party, considering she not only tried to claim that Jeremy Corbyn doesn’t have any female MPs in his inner circle - which must be news to Diane Abbott, Angela Rayner, Rebecca Long-Bailey and Dawn Butler (among others) - but when she deigned to acknowledge the shadow cabinet isn’t a sausage fest she used the highly demeaning phrase "a suitable female pet has to be groomed or the revolution may stall" to describe their status within the shadow cabinet while dismissing any and all contributions they have

Rather than criticise the US women’s football team for their overly elaborate goal celebrations even when they were putting the eleventh, twelfth and thirteenth goal past the Thailand goalkeeper, instead I’m going to criticise them for their response of “You wouldn’t criticise the men for doing it!” which not only showed how quickly they were willing to play the victim as soon as they were being criticised, but it was downright insulting to even use that as a defence considering that men tend to stop celebrating goals when it’s starting to become a drubbing, most notably the German players didn't celebrate the fifth, sixth or seventh goal they put past Brazil in the 2014 World Cup semi final

On the one hand Bethesda thinking that it wouldn’t look ridiculous to announce Fallout 76 would have NPCs and questlines during their E3 conference is dickheaded enough considering those are things in most Fallout games at launch rather than nine months later - but this dickheadedness was drowned out by the bloke who runs The Elder Memes for his remarkably YEAH! irritating habit of YEAH! yelling YEAH! like an obnoxious YEAH! jackass YEAH! during YEAH! the YEAH! entire YEAH! conference YEAH!

According to EA lootboxes aren’t gambling mechanics at all, they’re “surprise mechanics” so there is no justifiable reason to make them the subject of any gambling laws in any country

It was inevitable that, in the wake of the plaudits headed HBO’s way for Chernobyl, others would attempt to get a piece of that remarkably radioactive pie - although nobody could have guessed Russian state broadcaster NTV would put a series into production claiming the entire thing was due to sabotage by the CIA and nothing to do with poor design, unsafe working practices and gross incompetence 

Noted Dubai resident Jim Davidson wittered about how Sadiq Khan being Mayor of London has caused him to leave his beloved city...even though he’s lived in Dubai since 2004

And last but by no means least, failing to understand that the moon and Mars are distinct celestial bodies (let alone the difference between Wales and whales...) is Donald Trump and his attempts to deny he called Meghan Markle “nasty” before spending the remainder of the month saying he couldn’t have raped somebody as she wasn’t his type, blaming the Democrats for migrant deaths at the border, and retweeting a failed gameshow contestant who is banned from South African for spreading racial hatred

[tragedienes]

@fiinalgiirls​ / it is one thing to want somebody out of your life, it is another thing to serve them a wake-up cup full of liquid drainer! / desiree & lisa.

“i didn’t fucking mean to!” lisa screeched, crouched over the body of their best friend and sorority president. if katie had still be alive like she was five minutes ago, she would’ve laughed over prim and proper lisa actually cursing. sue her, it felt fitting due to the circumstances. (or perhaps it should be arrest her.) it was all meant to be a prank, allowing just a little bit of resentment slip past her devotion to her best friend, never was katie dying part of the equation. yeah, sometimes lisa absolutely hated her, but she loved her just the same. maybe even more. “i... she wasn’t supposed to actually drink it! she was supposed to smell it, or, or...” god damn it! many times growing up, lisa wondered if her mother’s killer instinct was hereditary, if she’d one day snap and kill. guess she’s got her answer now. “desi, what the fuck are we gonna do?!”

[tragedienes-archive]

@fiinalgiirls​ / lisa, ángel, and two of your muses are in the cabin at the beginning of the weekend stay. they’ve just arrived, the first few in the cabin, and they’re kind of just awkwardly standing around.

ángel didn’t expect to find anyone at the cabin already, walking in the front door and spotting the three like its the first time he’s been there all day, freshly arriving like the rest when he’s been there for hours. of course, fucking lisa has to be among the few that have scattered across the main room, and her annoying face scrunches at the sight of him. his own face is neutral, but internally he feels the exact same way. whatever, she’ll be dead before the weekend’s done. he turns to the others, smiling and pulling a vial out of his shirt pocket, “we ready to fucking party?”

oh god damn it, lisa thinks the moment ángel noisily enters the cabin; that guy cannot do anything without calling attention to himself, and her irritation at his presence shows in her expression. the girl has no poker face, but she also does not care if he sees it, because everyone knows they hate each other. luckily he ignores her, but she can’t ignore him when she hears what dares to tumble out of his mouth, “uuuhhh, we’re here to celebrate the memory of our friend joey, you ass?”

[tragedienes-archive]

@cozytales​​ sent: 008. ( from the zombie apocalypse meme ) with lisa ( or whomever you're vibing most ) + arcadia? ♡

it’s been a hard long few months on the road. not that anyone was having a good time, she had to imagine, in this new world, but apocalypses weren’t made with girls like lisa in mind. before the world actually ended, the end of the world for lisa was her sorority president being mad at her or forgetting about a fifteen page essay due that night; the idea that one day, the dead would walk and eat people, was as foreign to her as eastern european politics or those arthouse movies that everyone on twitter loved but made lisa fall asleep. all that shit has fallen away, left only with the need to survive, and even girls like lisa have that need, deep down inside. of course she’s always had help, random survivors along the way, but arcadia has been by her side the longest. even when the prospect of joining a community has come up, she’ll never join if arcadia won’t. (above all, lisa liddell is loyal.) things are hard on the road though, and when the girls learned of a community out of a high school a few blocks away from where they were currently holed up, lisa thought maybe she’d join, even if dia didn’t want to. they toyed with the idea, eventually deciding to check it out. 

they didn’t realize until they arrived that they would have to be vetted by the leader, which lisa thinks makes sense, but still puts her off a bit. standing around in the school lobby where a group member told them to wait until the leader was ready for them, she fiddles with the straps of her backpack and digs the toe of her shoe into the tile floor. thinking they’re alone, lisa glances at arcadia, “soo... thoughts so far? not, like, totally creepy, right?”

[tragedienes-archive]

character: lisa open: m/f/nb — any connection! plot: lisa and her friends have gone to a lakeside cabin for the weekend, only to have a killer pick them off one by one. your muse can be a victim or the killer! ( based on friday the 13th series ) — bonus points for setting this in the 80s but completely optional!

lisa doesn’t know where she is. it’s all been a blur of branches hitting her in the face and blood smeared over her hands, trying hard to stifle her sobs as she runs. the cabin they’ve been staying in is suddenly a crime scene, her best friend dead on the floor and so many more of her friends missing. she stops running when she hears the footsteps of someone else, standing like a deer in headlights before she has the good sense to duck down and hide behind a tree trunk. tears flowing uncontrollably over her cheeks and her hand clamped hard against her mouth, lisa accidentally makes a sound once the footsteps draw closer to her hiding spot. it’s only when she recognizes their shoes that she realizes she’s not going to die (not yet, at least) and she grabs for their arms, trying to pull them down to the forest floor. “get down! it’s not safe!” lisa pleads, chin trembling, “brittani’s dead!”

[tragedienes-archive]

character: lisa open: m/f/nb plot: lisa is part of the notorious mean girl sorority on campus, the second-in-command to leader heather and generally considered the ���nice one’ out of the group. your muse is new to the college and shakes up things with their bad boy/girl/other personality, only to catch lisa’s eye and heather’s ire; they begin to date, much to her sorority’s chagrin. after a particularly bad fight with heather, lisa and your muse intend to take revenge on heather and accidentally end up murdering her. ( based on heathers ) — this thread takes place in 1989.

pretty, blonde heather. the sorority girl dream, dead on the floor. glass spread out like angel wings underneath her, befitting for anyone other than heather and all of her bad deeds, all the evidence to the contrary still isn’t convincing lisa that heather is definitely dead. when they had joked about spiking the cup full of lisa’s mother’s ‘secret hangover recipe’, lisa had only rolled her eyes and told them to dump out, even if there was a smile on her face at the thought. they clearly didn’t, because heather chandler is dead on her plush red carpet, smashed through a glass coffee table as if to add insult to injury, and they’re the ones that made her this way. how the fuck are they supposed to explain this? how can they bring her back to life? she looks to her partner—romantic partner, now partner in crime—and lets out a strangled gasp. “oh my god! i just killed my best friend!”

[tragedienes-archive]

@fiinalgiirls​, lisa & nikita — the house of the devil...ish, 1981.

lisa needs a little extra cash. what girl doesn’t these days, really? her parents may be wealthy, but they also believe lisa needs to stand on her own two feet; besides tuition, she’s on her own, and rent certainly will not be cheap once she finally finds her way out of the sorority house. she wasn’t a stranger to babysitting, taking a few jobs here and there in her youth, but it’s been years since she’s taken up the mantle of babysitter and well, this job she’s doing isn’t so much babysitting as it is sitting alone in an old victorian house. there’s not even a baby, something the poster didn’t indicate at all, instead taking care of the owner’s sick mother. money, money, it’s the only thing that’s keeping her there. the cagey behavior of the owner, the isolation of the house, all the little creepy sounds she’s been hearing all night... lisa wishes she never saw that poster in the college courtyard.

“you’re being such a little bitch!” lisa hisses at herself, sounding suspiciously like nikita. gathering enough courage to leave the living room and, to speak plainly, totally snoop on the oddballs that have hired her, the creepy crawling feeling up her back doesn’t subside, only heightens as she walks through the darkened house. the walls seem like they’re breathing, floorboards creaking when she has yet to step on them, the evening sky outside the windows blackened and menacing. forcing herself to walk into the kitchen through the dining room, her nerves catch up to her when she suddenly sees a whirl of white-blonde outside the window and the sound of something slamming the glass, eliciting a scream that’s sure to wake her elderly charge. “ugh!” lisa scoffs, her steps no longer cautious as she marches up to the window and opens it sluggishly. “nik! you scared the shit out of me!”

[tragedienes-archive]

@thevcyager liked for a lyric starter so they get: we have no secrets by carly simon. 

sometimes i wish, often i wish, i never knew any of those secrets of yours.

lisa is composed. somewhat, at least. her head is held high, and she’s not flinching from the scene before her. it’s not hiding the fact that she’s freaking outside very well, but she’s not totally hysterical either. doesn’t she get points for that? finally looking away, she stifles a suffering sigh before fixing them with a stare that shows she’s gone from freaking out to being pissed off. “i wish you would stop letting me know your secrets.”

[tragedienes]

tag drop. l to p.

* introspection. lauren crone. / * narrative. lauren crone. / * visage. lauren crone. / * introspection. lilianne choi. / * narrative. lilianne choi. / * visage. lilianne choi. / * introspection. lisa liddell. / * narrative. lisa liddell. / * visage. lisa liddell. / * introspection. luther jung. / * narrative. luther jung. / * visage. luther jung. / * introspection. mary esther mctavish. / * narrative. mary esther mctavish. / * visage. mary esther mctavish. / * introspection. mattie oliveira. / * narrative. mattie oliveira. / * visage. mattie oliveira. / * introspection. mokhtar abdelsalam. / * narrative. mokhtar abdelsalam. / * visage. mokhtar abdelsalam. / * introspection. noël lunaire. / * narrative. noël lunaire. / * visage. noël lunaire. / * introspection. polly volkova. / * narrative. polly volkova. / * visage. polly volkova.

[tragedienes-archive]

@lucywrites liked for a random lyric starter so they get: emmylou harris, feeling single, seeing double   today i'll face the big fight but i really had a ball last night

lisa is normally such a good girl. nevermind the fact that she’s a part of the mean girl clique in her sorority, lisa herself has always been a little goody two-shoes. she doesn’t drink unless she has to keep up appearances at a frat party, studies hard for her exams, and even pays any parking tickets on time, not so much as a late return fee from the library. so why is she slinking back inside the apartment at 5:46 am, eyeliner smudged and last night’s curls frizzy and twisted? too many tequila shots left her waking up on the floor of some random guy’s house, a cheeto stuck to her cheek and the god-awful feeling of cottonmouth plaguing her throat. good girl lisa thinks she should be allowed at least one night where she can let loose, without the watchful eye of her sorority president and best friend/enemy trained on her, and without everyone’s shock at good girl lisa getting drunk off of her ass in public... or at least that’s how she rationalized it in her head last night, going to a bar two towns over where no one from her college was sure to tread. now, sneaking quietly back home, she wishes she never had the stubborn impulse to show herself that she can be fun. thinking she might actually be getting away with it, she nearly jumps a foot in the air when she hears them behind her. “jesus christ!” she hisses, hand flying to her décolletage. “you scared me!”

[tragedienes-archive]

character: lisa open: m/nb plot: lisa is a notorious good girl that’s come under the sway of a powerful man that she originally thinks just has a mean streak. come to find out, he’s actually a serial killer, and lisa’s now confronted with the reality of the situation. instead of freaking out, she helps clean up the scene.

the light switch still pressed up against her fingers, she hasn’t moved since she turned it on. her eyes are frozen to the man that she loves, or rather thinks she loves, and his eyes are stuck on her too. it’s a stalemate, her in her cute little matching pajamas and him donned in blood—it’s blood, she knows it, if not the sanguine-colored liquid that’s splashed over his body then the overwhelming stench; a metallic, earthy scent that reminds her of battlefields and abattoirs. lisa swallows thickly, the first of them to blink. the situation is plain, very clear; he has killed someone. the amount of blood all over him and dripping onto the floor, he’s freshly killed someone, and it has to be a someone, not an animal. he is killer, she knows this now. what is she to do? “oh god.” she whispers into the silent room, finally dropping her hand from the light switch and letting it rest lamely at her side. the scenarios run through her mind: run, hole herself up in another room, call the police, fight him for her life. all the scenarios end with him doing what he’s already done to another, how many others has he killed?, and ending her life prematurely. there is no scenario where lisa liddell lives... except one. her chin tilts up defiantly, decidedly. “get into the bathroom before someone sees you.” she orders, tone soft but carrying. “give me your clothes, i’ll wash them.”

[tragedienes-archive]

character: lisa open: m/f/nb — age gap for m preferred but not required! plot: lisa is a notorious good girl that’s come under the sway of an outlaw that’s brought out her more animalistic side. they become a bonnie & clyde-style couple, traversing the country in a beat up car and holding up gas stations along the way. ( based on badlands ) — could be modern or set in the early 60s, up to you!

the gun in her hand weighs more than she expected. so far, all their little exploits have been headed by the other, lisa’s always been such a passive player in her life, even during their crimes. her partner had protested against her being more active, picking up a gun, maybe in some misguided sense of protecting her. lisa is sick of being protected, being so good. it’s why she’s here in the first place. she wants to be here, she wants to do these wicked little things—as long as no one gets hurt. the gun is so no one gets hurt, so no one tries anything bad. if she’s going to use it, she’s going to need practice. squeezing the shiny revolver’s trigger, her wrist nearly painfully flings back but lisa shouts in excitement as the bullet collides with a discarded can lined up in a row on a log. “ha-ha!” lisa turns to her partner, smiling brightly and blindingly. “did you see that?!”

[tragedienes-archive]

character tag drop, h to l.

hector ibáñez › introspection. / hector ibáñez › narrative. / hector ibáñez › visage. ingrid sergeant › introspection. / ingrid sergeant › narrative. / ingrid sergeant › visage. javier ballesteros › introspection. / javier ballesteros › narrative. / javier ballesteros › visage. jude ames › introspection. / jude ames › narrative. / jude ames › visage. kotryna ivanauskaitė › introspection. / kotryna ivanauskaitė › narrative. / kotryna ivanauskaitė › visage. lauren crone › introspection. / lauren crone › narrative. / lauren crone › visage. lisa liddell › introspection. / lisa liddell › narrative. / lisa liddell › visage. luther jung › introspection. / luther jung › narrative. / luther jung › visage.