#Inverted!OT

[fanatical4creation]

INVERTED!Poppy!!!

Finally made her up, I was just putting it off and putting off designing her but then I took my pen, my new laptop and drew it, now look at her!!!

Alright let's start shall we?

Design:

"OMG FANATICAL WHY DOES POPPY LOOKS LIKE A FRISK-" Shhhhh, you need to calm down, i'll explain everything;

Alright, bare with me: The original Poppy mentions in an animation, that she's talking to her therapist, that people usually thinks she's a Chara, but she's none! And I think, I theorize, I suppose that the reason why she looks like a Chara is bc an Frisk was drawing her (you know her lore?), so supposing that the whole concept of Invertedverse is that the original universe Underswap, that Frisk who drew her is an Chara, so if the Frisk drew a Chara in the original, here the Frisk that is now a Chara would draw a Frisk....... so, that's the logic here.;

Even though Poppy is still not a Frisk nor a Chara, but I don't think I translated that into her design, maybe I'll redo it sometime.

Her clothings are intriguing. It's her original teenage/adult clothings but with some green and a purple cloak or cape, whatever that is. This cloak represents her importance inside OmegaTimeline, that reminds me;

View from back Ω:

Made it with wind because it's cool, plus, her silhouette is cool too

Story:

Core was the "ruler" of Omega Timeline, everyone would look for them when there was a problem and needed help, everybody trusted them, but they put Poppy on their place... Core is a very mischievous character, no one really knows why they put Poppy in charge.

Omega citizens theorize that the reason is because Core was lazy, or that they didn't like the attention, or maybe they wanted to focus fully on recruting people, even thought after Poppy got in charge Core was rarely seen interacting with people and also the numbers of new survivors to get to the OT decreased.

Poppy tries her best to help remain peace within Omega Timeline, even if it requires all of her energies, thought she could really use some help, she thinks that the reason why her parent is more absent while she was in charge was because they knew she could everything alone, and that she should do it.

She doesn't have many friends, and the old ones got far away because she's too busy working signing papers, solving problems, financing projects, etc, etc.

Character:

She suffers. That's the truth, she just needs a vacation and a hug from her girlfriend.

She doesn't like parties... just thought it was important to mention.

Poppy doesn't like her parent, almost hates them even, they seem so irresponsible, imature and a coward, after just letting their daughter in charge of a (practically) country in surprise, it's expected for her to feel that way

Poppy has to be the clueless character in the whole Invertedverse, the reason is that she's so busy at work, or too busy being tired, and she usually gets information on what's going on from Core, but Core have been very silent lately, wonder why...

She has the hobby of playing board games, dancing and origamis!

She likes to cook more for others than herself

Sometimes she would visit the Madame T's orphanage, mainly to see Cadence and her friends, but also to donate and all of that things famous ppl do in orphanages idk.

Even thought she does a lot of hard work sometimes she'd take credit over someone elses work unintentionally, i mean, she's kind of the president.

She can't lie, like literally, maybe it's just her morals, or maybe it's a supernatural force idk.

She also keeps taping her fingers in hard surfaces all the time, I think it's anxiety.

Oh yeah, her full name is still Poppy Marusina, but she can also be called Iris Marusina, or maybe I'll change that to her original name, idk

Poppy (c) fmsdraws

[ut-poppy-askblog]

Ready for your first bout? The introduction for the Poker Nights at the Omega Timeline releases TODAY!

[tramon81]

VOTE POPPY

poppy by @fmsdraws from @ut-poppy-askblog

dohj from @invertedfate

[fmsdraws]

Speed weed has in fact forced me to post all the lisa brainrot i've had (including poppy crossover stuff because naturally) and also featuring Alex and Joel from Pointless and Oswald Vegas from Lisa the Undone) (which is also what i stylize buddy afterbecause short hair bubby is peak)

We basically started a rp that i call lisa the doorless because it's funny.

We also turned buddy into a soviet cyborg at some point. Which also merited a different Lisa Poppy design.

Welcome to the 11th fold of infinity, Buddy.

Also them fishing fish.

Also some random Poppy askblog esque sprites. I think Rando's probably easier to sprite with the mask.

Beware, ladies, men, and everything in between

the bubber

[lazylattedgleam]

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LOST AMONG THE PAGES

(A Zayne x NONMC!Reader fic)

(Word count: ~1.7k)

(Credits: All images from the net. Except for the color editing and brush strokes and writing are made by me.)

(Credits: Pinterest)

*TW: Angst, maybe not well written, NON!MC Reader, Reader has Anemia, heavy blood loss during periods, fights, shouting, feeling of betrayal and heartbreak, shaking, crying, unrequited love.

*Index: Reader speeches are white, bold and italicised.

Zayne speeches are blue, bold and italicised.

MC speeches are pink, bold and italicised.

Others are white and just italicised.

Thoughts are written inside single inverted commas and italicised, sometimes struck through.

Texts and chats have ‘Indented’ font.

Calls have double inverted commas, white and italicised. They are differentiated from other speeches. (Except for main characters like MC and Zayne, they will follow their color code as mentioned earlier and italicised.)

Actions are written inside asterisks, white and bold.

Diary entries have ‘Chat’ font.

If you’re uncomfortable with the following genre or any of the trigger warnings, then please don’t read ahead.

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“Like Daffodils you too were delicate, fallen to the clutches of unrequited love…”

Memoir: Two. Memoir: Three-point-five

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(Credits: The Feels)

Time…03:04 a.m.

Date: 21/XX/2048

Day: Sunday

Dear diary,

I guess I can say my day five is officially over…I feel a lot better, the bleeding too has reduced by a lot, I’m hoping it’ll last probably until tomorrow morning or noon, if it does…Anyways it’s good that it’s ending on time, I’ll be going back to my apartment tomorrow…I need some time away from him plus to settle my thoughts as well…He’s not home yet, Yvonne told me a while ago that the hospital had a high number of OTs and emergency cases today, along with patient check ups as well…she sounded more tired than ever…I hope she can rest well…it’s gonna be a Sunday soon, they have half-day shifts, maybe they’ll get some peace…I wonder if he’s eaten at all today…I mean I did send him lunch but hearing it was really tight packed at Akso today, I’m having my doubts…Maybe MC visited and took him to eat…I’ll be glad if she did…atleast he’d have eaten…

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I sigh, I wasn’t at all sleepy tonight, not even now…my mind wanders back to the times before we became official…often days he’d rarely get time to eat even if it was from the Canteen…I should rest my eyes, Fridays and Saturdays are always hectic for us too, customers increase almost by double, plus occasions and dates too increase, hence sales do increase, which is one of the good things…I do have my leave scheduled for tomorrow—well today—Sunday like usual, but with Raya on leave this week…I’m wondering if I should go…Sundays are hectic too, after all it is a weekend…Let’s see, I’ll talk to Mrs. Li first thing in the morning and ask her…I was interrupted from my chain of thoughts when I heard the front door open and close, the creak of the coat rack…He’s home…did he eat anything? Is he too tired? Is he even gonna speak to me…? Questions fill my mind, as I pretend to be asleep until he was done freshening up and went back to the kitchen…

…I peek out quietly from the bedroom door, seeing him take the tiffin I pack lunch for him in out, heating the food in the microwave…so he didn’t get the time…

As I keep watching him eat alone…tears prick at the brim of my eyes…I want to hold him, hug him tight and cry to his chest…so I slowly step away from the door, getting back in bed as I sob silently to myself…

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Time…07:09 a.m.

Date: 21/XX/2048

Day: Sunday

Dear diary,

I woke up early, to mainly talk to Mrs.Li about today and if I’m not needed, I’ll start packing…He’s gotten ready already, leaving early today…well truth to be told what actually happened was the ringtone of his phone woke us both up, he was probably needed early today, maybe something urgent came up…We haven’t yet talked with each other since we woke up, just a few glances here and there that’s it, hence I don’t even know if or how to tell him that I’ll be going back today…maybe I’ll tell him later over text or call whenever he’s free…I’ve done preparing breakfast for us already, I just hope he has time to eat…if not hope he at least eats something later before lunch time…Anyways so yes packing…I should get on with it too…let me call Mrs. Li real quick…I was here for almost two weeks after all, I have a lot to pack, having not even started until later…I hope I’ll be done by noon…

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…Ok so Mrs. Li said it’s alright, things are manageable by the others so I don’t have to go…I’m relieved yet I feel hollow…I should’ve just gone, atleast it would’ve helped me keep my mind off of him, for sometime…

As I soon start packing my suitcase, taking in all my necessities and clothes, other accessories go in my backpack…

‘Is it just me? Or…’

No texts…neither a call…

I felt the overwhelming urge to call up MC or text her to see if she’s with him, or maybe has plans with him…it’s a Sunday after all…What am I doing…‘Zayne is not like that’…I felt the intensity of that sentence in my thoughts decrease, that’s a first…

I was done packing everything, and showering around two to and a half hours later, and went to eat breakfast. My mind doubted if I should make lunch with him…what if they had plans…then the food will go to waste for the day…

My hands reached out for my phone, I have to text him…

LOML

You: Hey…was wondering do you have lunch plans, or should I send in like usual?

You: Also, I’d be returning back to my apartment today, maybe by noon…plus it’s my fifth day and the flow has almost hindered, and I have no pains anymore so yeah…Anyways I’ll remember to take my meds and supplies on time…so yeah take care…

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*ping!*

MC ^^

MC ^^: Hi (Name)! Zayne and I are going out to lunch today and maybe at the park for an evening stroll since he’s getting off early, do you wanna join us?

*ping!*

LOML

LOML: I will be having lunch with MC.

LOML: *nod emoji*

LOML: You take care of yourself too.

I look back and forth between both the chats… ‘At least he told me today…did it feel like a compulsion?’

As for her…I really don’t want to go, but I will…I need to check somethings out, and rest myself…

MC ^^

You: Oh that’s nice! Sure I’d love to join in the evening if it’s of no problem.

MC ^^: Of course not! Alright then see ya ^^

Oh dear…

…I was done with breakfast soon, and since I didn’t have to make lunch today, at least not here, I gather my stuff out ready to leave. It feel very unsettling and ominous…like something is brewing but I can’t get my head around it…

…I’ve reached home, it feels cold…

…Soon evening comes by as I start getting myself ready. Am I hurrying myself? Trying to look good? For him?

…I reach the destination, seeing them sit on the nearby bench… ‘Should I text her…would it be awkward…maybe wait for her to notice—’

“(Name) hi! Come here sit with us!”, she grinned and waved over at me…I smiled back as I went over, she made it sound like we were high schoolers and she was telling me to come sit join at their table for lunch…The sun had mostly set, and it was getting darker, yet I could notice the same glow in her aura, I did when we first met or when we went to meet for coffee…it’s very bright, shining like a million stars in the night sky…

I sit with them as she goes on about her day and how we became fast friends, how Zayne needs to pay more attention to himself and his workload…I nod along chiming in sometimes…

“—And that was when he made me the chubby round seal with his Evol. Younger me thought he was mocking me because we couldn’t see the seals that day by making a snowball which never melted…buuuut my doubts were cleared recently when we met for the first time in Linkon, remember? And now he’s my primary care physician, ahh what are the odds!”, it was a sweet memory, filled with innocence. I turn to glance at Zayne…and maybe that was my biggest mistake…

I saw the look in his amber eyes…the look of yearning, the look of devoted affection…the look of…love. My heart started beating faster as my palms and feet grew cold…anxiety filling my lungs…could it be what I think it is…

Throughout our entire time, all I could do was partly listen to their stories, everytime glancing at Zayne to see if it was the same look for all…turns out it was…

The world around started fading out more… ‘maybe it was just friendship? He is seeing her after all these years again…’, but it wasn’t…because I knew that look very well…it was the same thing I had when me and Zayne started becoming close…

Time had stopped for the first time in ages, I’m feeing like I’m getting carried away by gentle waves to an unknown place…I feel the clench at my heart becoming stronger, I need to get some air…

“Excuse me, I need to use the washroom”, I smile as I excuse myself…

…“I need to go home I need to go home I need to go home I need to go home I need to go home I need to go home—”, but I can’t, I have to stay I have to…

So I did…

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Time…04:04 a.m.

Date: 22/XX/2048

Day: Monday

Dear diary,

I’m back at my place…I left early, I told them I was feeling tired…I wanted rest…I’ve gotten my answers, the answers which dreaded me…I cannot forget the look in his eyes…the warmth they held…the warmth I yearned for, the warmth I thought was for me…I feel too cold…he’s never looked at me like that…maybe one time, but not like that…that felt…real and raw…like it came from the bottom of his heart, from deep within the restricted chambers…and his smile…it came out so easily, like it was the most natural action-reaction relationship in nature…it didn’t for me, I thought it had to hard earned…he felt so much at ease, relaxed as if removed from all his stresses…they felt so complete…I…I don’t want to sleep neither do I want to stay awake…neither do I want to keep on writing but I do…I have work tomorrow…my mind hurts, I need to sleep, sleep sleep sleep sleep *drip* sleep sle—

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My eyes fill with water, as I cry, I cry onto the page, wetting it completely…

(Credits: The Feels)

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(Credits: Pinterest)

————🍂 Intermission 🍂————

[ofmermaidstories]

MERMS not your latest ask giving me an aneurysm? JK but fr how long did it take you to invert all the words GJKDGJK

I YLLARETIL T’NOD ‚WONK TAHW UOY NAEM GNIHTYREVE SKOOL LAMRON OT EM??? SI EREHT A HCTILG RO GNIHTEMOS???

[sillybond]

So I’ve just thought about a theory that involves the new screenshot from Fionna and cake.

It builds upon the idea that every one of the characters we see on this promo art id from a different universe. I’ll make a quick análisis of Gumball bavuse it’s the one I’ll be discussin l. He seems a lot more serious and cold that the one we know of. And, this just might be me but I think the jacket he is wearing comes from a more militaristic style.

My theory is regarding the new screenshot and the clip of Fionna and Cake fighting Ice-cream monsters that we got a wild ago. We currently only know of three confirmed universes, the regular one, the Fionna and cake non magical one and the one that hosts this ice cream place.

In the screenshot we can see the two people from the trailer that were skating as Ice King)? played the piano. So we know that they are from the same universe or that they tagged along to acompany our heroes. But I belive its  the first option beacuse (and here is where my theory begins) I belive that the Gumball from the promo poster has somehow managed to harvest the power of the ice crown in order to make sentient ice-cream beings and a Ice cream realm.

Just think about it, ice/cold + candy = ice-cream, it makes seens!

So, why are they fighting then? I’ve already stablished that, in this scenario Prince Gumbal would be a militaristic and serious ruler and, on the other side The Ice King is a cheery guy, like we saw in the trailer. So the roles would be sort of inverted. You could say that normal PB is arlready militaristic and serious, but at least she doesn’t outright show it, only when it’s necesary. And this is like an extream versión of her that in order ot get more poweful it has managed to harvest the power of ice and snow for his benefit. A power that is known to make a person mad. And that is why they are fighting, and why everything is covered in Ice Cream. The maddness of the crown has made him want to control everything and want to expand his domain. Fionna and Cake have to now stop him, with the help of Ice king's (I’ll just call them) assintents because this Gumball is trying to conquer the Ice kingdom

BUM!!!!!!!

I think it makes seens idk.

[mactheredhead]

I love these AU's with an interesting plot, although it repeats in some AU's, but the ideas themselves are good!!!

made some 88x31px buttons for aus i like (and some, even worked on)!!

list of AUs in order that i made buttons for:

Inverted Fate

TS!Underswap

Storyshift

Undertoad

AskFallenRoyalty

Omega Timeline: Poppy's Story

Marlette

feel free to make your own 88x31px buttons! they're very fun to make

[sillynel]

some CrimsonFang/FangCrimson (Faïrouz Zaïna Benrahma X Miguel O'Hara) drabble that has been marinating in my brain just because

WARNING: SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE (they're making out, but it's not too graphic/descriptive)

also i think it can be considered as sensory focus on facial hair due to Miguel's stubble being mentioned more than once

It was only five in the afternoon when Faïrouz opened those tired eyes of hers from her afternoon nap. She could not believe herself, she could not believe that she had him wrapped up all around her, calling her his, showing affection and such…

She couldn’t believe it…

Faïrouz felt his sleeping weight over her tired body, his leg hooked into hers, his arms enveloping her and the air blown from his nose against her neck as the prickly sensation of regrowing stubble grazed her skin. She felt protected in his embrace and so did he feel protected in hers.

His name was Miguel… Miguel O’Hara. Spider-Man of Nueva York ot the year 2099, Earth-928B. His dimension’s time was a century away from Faïrouz’s dimension, Nouvelle York, 1999, Earth-4725.

Faïrouz shifted a little bit, but to her surprise, his arm tightened around her strong, yet soft figure; A deep, low and long masculine hum rung against her ear, signaling that he wanted her to stay here with him, Miguel could never get enough of Faïrouz… She was his lucky star.

“Leaving so soon…?” he whispered groggily as he stirred awake, his head leaned away from the crook of her neck and looked into her tender, chestnut brown eyes with his own, giving her a smile as he took in her beauty beneath that VHS tape filter.

“Never expected you to wake up…” Faïrouz replied in a whisper, smiling back. Her fingernails were well trimmed as she scratched his cheek gently, playfully; her other hand was on the back of his head as her fingers played with his silken waves and curls of his hair.

“Do you think I should shave…?” Miguel asked as he felt her fingers scratch his stubbly cheek.

“If you don’t want to, I’m not the one to stop you.” Faïrouz replied, she wasn’t exactly sure on which one she liked, stubble or no stubble.

Miguel leaned forward until the side of his nose brushed against hers, their lips were a gentle whisper away from grazing against each other, “I’m asking you, Faïrouz… it’s what you want…”

Faïrouz chuckles at his response, “I have no preference, Miguel… I like you, stubble or no stubble…”

“Nah… You have to pick one… and only one…” Miguel leaned even closer, the distance between their lips was the breadth of a sewing needle; his hand curled around her waist and his other plunged through the curls of her hair, he whispered “God… you have such soft hair…”

“You’re so mean…” Faïrouz chuckled at his response. Miguel knew that now was his chance, “I’m so sorry… perhaps I can make up for it with this…?”

His eyes closed until his lips finally touched hers in a soft and tender kiss. Miguel pulled away for a little while until he gave Faïrouz another feather-weighted kiss on her lips before it turned into continuous lighter pecks. The kisses sparked something in the two like fireworks on New Year’s Eve.

Miguel’s arms tightened around Faïrouz as the kiss grew heavier and more fervent than before. That kiss created a violent swarm of butterflies in their stomachs until they pulled away from each other.

Miguel wiped his mouth before leaning towards the crook of her neck and planting tender osculations over the vulnerable skin. Faïrouz responded by leaning her head back against the armrest of the couch. Faïrouz’s breathing was shallow and heavy from the kisses Miguel planted on her neck, along with the scratches of the regrowing stubble on his face, this made Faïrouz’s insides squeeze and turn inverted from the joy of being with him.

“You smell amazing, it’s almost intoxicating…” Miguel whispered as he continued to kiss Faïrouz’s neck. His grasp on her tightened as his fingers danced among her curls, he then whispered “I can’t get enough of you…” He inhaled her vanilla and patchouli perfume as she inhaled the scent of seabreeze and eucalyptus that stuck to his skin.

Miguel pulled away from her neck and gave her a firm, but sweet kiss on her cheek, smiling at her and whispering to her with a streak of sarcasm, “Do you forgive me for how mean I was earlier…?”

“Consider your apology accepted, روحي…” Faïrouz replied with a kiss-drunken smile as she planted a kiss on his nose. [my soul in Arabic]

“Well, now that it’s settled… What's the plan for dinner, hm…?” Miguel asked her, stroking her soft, rosy cheeks with his thumbs.

“I was thinking about ordering takeout, I would kill for that teriyaki salmon and vegetable fried rice…” Faïrouz groaned in hunger, hoping that Miguel would agree with her request for dinner.

“I can tell someone’s hungry…” Miguel chuckled as he gave her two light, teasing smacks on her belly. “For two things, actually…” Faïrouz added on, playing with the soft little tufts of Miguel’s hair.

“I wonder what the second one is…” Miguel continued stroking her cheeks. “You, silly.” Faïrouz answered, playing with his hair.

“Likewise, Faïrouz… likewise…”

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Guess who's figured out how to do polls? :D So of course the first question I ask is...

Just enough options ot over all of my AUs hdjfsklhjkl

[fanatical4creation]

Great uncle:

Fresh (c) Loverofpiggies

Poppy Marusina (c) FmsDraws

Core!Frisk (c) Dokidoku

I just wanted to test how I would write Fresh since he's from the 60's, and has a different way to talk, I hope they're accurate tho, I just picked them up from a site that had a big ass list of slangs from the 60s and their translations so I just glued everything together.

btw this is canon, like, every line is as canon as it can ever be.

(me when idk what to do for the background and then I just put up an gradient)

[ut-poppy-askblog]

Happy Anniversary, Poppy's Story!

[tramon81]

THE PACT IS MADE

And by that i mean petaly stuck poppy to himself with glue... considering she is made paper, oh well ahem UNLIKELY ALLIES FACING THEIR EVEN UNLIKELIER RIVALS, GO VOTE NOW AND BRING OUR STRENGTH TOGETHER.

@fmsdraws @invertedfate @the-winterer

[themandylion]

@ayzenigma is very correct with these tags:

#alternatively (or more like additionally): on the 1000th use of this item#it will cast the Earthquake spell centered around itself#after this feature is used the count will reset back to zero#the rings starts with a count of 1d10 x 1d100 times it has been used#the Identify spell can be used ot determine the current use count

But also: To make it a more level playing field, there is a very small chance the Identify spell will suffer a sudden and horrible case of dyscalculia and invert the count when it reports it.

[skinprophecy]

Genesis 47-50

oh im so behind ;___;

something interesting in regards to apologetics for me is how often the bible will call someone blessed by making them fruitful but mary is fruitful by christ alone--when people deny her immaculate conception/perpetual virginity they really aren't looking at how much different it must be for christ to be born versus any of the prophets in the OT.

did he bury rachel separate from leah??? also all the blessings jacob (israel) gives his sons are insane...some of its like "yeah you wont achieve much lol"

interesting also how jesus inverts burying the father

[postartademia]

glennstone museum visit

thgis past 7th day, i went ot the glennstonew museum with some folks from my local meeting hgouse in rockingham. Another friend and i had just ggotten stephen d moore's book: Mark & Luke in post structuralist perspectives. my friend commented that the opening sure was a zinger with: Jesus might have escaped decomposition but not deconstruction. Most contemporay art lives and grows from the ideas of postmodernism, constructivist, and post -structuralists. Really, these idiologies have affected everything in our world to the point some say we now live in the Metanarrative but I digress onto theory without the art talks. The first major piece of work we spent time with was Andy Goldsworthy's dirt ball and then later his voids. The third work was closed due to the weather, but the docentsd assured us that you didn't need to see all three to understand or relate to the work. I might disagree for all threse field stone huts or sheds implied unifrmity. However, their insides were all quite different. The first was a dirt ball about 6' in daimter, without any realt skelton so it had slowly been cracking since installed in 2007 and would eventual crumble back to dust. The other room had a hole in the back clay covered wall with consetrict circles going inwards with raised ribs between each decent: about 10 deeper layers into the void, mailstrom, blackhole, or whirlpool. Goldsworthy bio implies some buddist leanings but i couldn't help to think about Christianity within the work, plus is the artist present? how does modernity allow the artist to exist in the work: especially when there's a big pond bertween? So do the three huts repreent the trinity? might we all have uniformity outwards but swirling differences in ourselves? some might take shape, other a void, or something in between that hasn't grown or taken shapen?

after seeing andy goldsworthy, we went up to the main museum and wandered into one of serra's concentric twists called sylvester. one of the friends with us joked that this could make an interesting meeting space. Our conservative friend group typically meets every 5th sunday in a new space, void of tech, to have a bit of an unplugged experience. Installations for meetings isn't new to quakerdom when thinking of James Turell's entire oveture and career. I entertained the idea as yet another new approach to Serra's work as a place for holy gatherings and meetings. There is a nice wandering labryth into the center of the sculpture along with some shielded privacy: no windows just sky. So maybe, it could be a space for worship? I am new to the conservative quaker world so not sure that appeal but can't think that we are called to witness and pray everywhere.

we headed indoors to warm up in the Ironclast exhibnition at Glennstone. This exibit is some of the major icons of the collection and it didn't disappoint. The first piece we encoutered was Duchamp's Fountain: inverted urinal from the Dada period that really open up the posibilities of what could be art: we just call it art and it is. Maybe its like Christians who say that are Christians so they are, even though they don't seem like it but mearly act like readymades? What transformation has occured in their lives for that? Duchamp signed a fake named to the urinal and inverted it, maybe that happened too in the Christian's life to get a signature from Jesus and their orientation changed from the bodily to the artful spray of water fountain?

speaking of fountains, outside in the snow was another piece by Felix Gonzalles Torres: two large marble pools. Sadly they were covered for the winter to prevent cracking. I have bveen often to the museum and none of the docents ever seem to know anything about them or their context and design: alost seemingly forgotten even though they take up 20 squ feet or more? The first docent didn't really know anything about them but the second one in the building did. He made an interesting statement comparing them to pools, tubs, and baptism ponds. I was intrigued to think about a queer artist making these items, especilly considering his Catholic exposure. His other work revolved around two similar objects like Clocks paired to gether yet how even that samenes can change over time with batteries die, time changing between the two, oppsotie of being in sync, and general drift. So how might therse ponds change? Could the water get allergy blooms, one evaporate quicker, one be warm, birds land in one and not the other? How might our baptisms also different? we might all go into the same literal or spiritual waters but the drifting from there goes afar from that moment of sameness.

Ater seeing the Irconclasts show, we wandered into the Larger museum section to see some newer work of 'found' poems by Lorraine O'Grady and Cady Noland. Grady's exhibit essay was inspiring as a counter to the intersectionality of identity that blackness brought to surrealism: for some don't get to go above reality but below it. Her poems were quite intriguing with their dsualities and phrasing usagess from the same source text of the NYC times. I wondered again about Christians and their selections from scripture of simple verses and coupling them together. There can be some seemingly disjointed conversations happening in scriptuire wqhen taking things from contexts yet they still live on together. how might be take the words and sentances together and understand their larger contexts? Is that the role of the light in our lives and the word: jesus to lead us together and with the scrupture as guidance?

The other artist was Cady Noland. I had kinda forgotten about her work since grad school and she's not really been making work for the past 15 years, either: can't blame me. I knew I kinda knew it but not the keys to its understand. Maybe I would have better relation or first impressions if I had remembers to read more but walking into her untitled 2023 exhibition was quite a mystery. It was kinda like a crime scene but more like a clean hoarders situtation. Dont' we seem to encounter more hoarding and clean up in life than active crime scenes? The crumpled beer cans, resin encased grenades, and industrial vibes implied something harsh. The walker with gloves and a sherifs bad implied a retirement of justice or aged justice but still couldn't get a full understanding or relationship to the work. The next room has even more of her haunting industrialism. The entry was 3 tires hanging by chains from an armature. It seemed kinda cute like a tire swing in the yard but the starkness of the gallery and the materials had a sinsister vibe. That would continued into the room with stainless steel stoakages, images of lee oswald, etc. I later learned this osswald sculpture was famous for being the most expensive piece of art ever sold by a living female artist: $6.7 million. i couldn't help but have this art linger in my mind, there had to be more, deeper meaning.

over lunch, folks talked about the fact this was the hardest work to grasp, seemed overated, and obtuse to understand. Even one of the docents struggled and thought an unknown indutrial part might be the key to understanding. Thanksfully, christianity isn't as obtuse to understanding or entry into belief. Yet, the more we did into it, the more understanding and relationship we develop with the Lord. There might be seeminly sinster componets like in revelations or leviticus and crucifiction but the contexts of love, care, and continutity prevail throughout the scripture. I have found myself as a 'new quaker' similiary perplexed sometimes in my walk. I don't really know this George Fox fella. I don't really know about the lack of rituals. But I can see the sense of calm and piece, and I can feel the spirit stronger at meetings and life. I've spent many an evening looking over Fox' s journals and reading letters of Old Friends.After the Glenstone visit, my brower still had tabs open to Cody Noland and Ohio Yearly Meetings' queries and advices.

One advice that stuck to relvancy in the day was #19: Be zealous that education shall be continued throughout life. Willingness to be used in mind as welklk as in body, anbd to be equipped in both, is a needfull part of the Christian Character. Our service to God is incomplete wiithout the conttribution of the intellect. As a recovering conservative anabaptist attendee--black bumper variety--I have really appriciated this advice. in my previous church setting, i was typically the most educated in the academic sense with a BA, MA and MFA. Many of my fellow brothers and siters had stopped education at a 8th grade level or done mail school to 12th. That might not be much different in our contempory world with ever lower test scores. Yet, it did leave a void around some conversing with the quality of man, lock vs hobbes, or the strugle of languages and its universalism, or even thinkg about the allegory of the cave. So to be in a setting that encourages learning and doesn't distrust it has been a new breath of air.

I have been curious about that advice especailly for its use of zealous. that terms comes from the jewish zealots who had their last stand against the romans to the point of holding out in Masada against the romans. I wonder how our education and its pursuit relates to this Jewish trradition, especially since they were likely the ones to most call for crucifiction?

But yes, to wonder though a museum while talking a contemporary theology book keeps things alive in your mind. The artist might be dead, the viewer is present, and the Lord is everywhere. So it cvan bring a new encounter to the works. It's not really in vogue to bring theology within into a museum but what a bore!