#Mastermind psychedelics

[william-scott77]

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[avas-wonderland]

Mastermind AU

(MM!Hiro sprites belong to @ninilene

(MM!Sasha sprites by me)

(Reblogs are encouraged, pr0ship/C0mship dni)

[tropes-and-tales]

With Teeth

(Benny Magalon x F!Reader)

CW:  Talk of drug use; vaguely smuttish (kissing, groping, biting), but nothing explicit. 18+ only just to be safe.

Word Count: 3062

AN:  This was originally requested from a prompt list ("i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing") by @outlawedmando!

Major Crimes isn’t the only division of the Los Angeles Sheriff’s Department to host illicit parties.  Many of the divisions have their own deals with their own vibes that fit the unique character of the division in question.

Major Crimes, lorded over by Big Nick, is almost a cliché with the booze, women, and drugs.

The Gang Squad is led by a man much like Big Nick, so it’s no surprise that they do it up similarly, only bigger, with more women and harder drugs.

Cold Case Division’s modus operandi is to go out to the desert with big guns and lots of beer and blow shit up.

No one really knows what Parking Enforcement and Services does, but there are jokes about it.  Some say lean into the relative lameness, say they unwind with a knitting circle, or scrapbooking evenings when they listen to New Age music.  Others say they go fully feral, that they have a fight club in an abandoned warehouse where they beat each to near-death.

In terms of the group with the panache, though, the honor belongs to the Fugitive Apprehension Team.  Maybe it’s the nature of their role—always hunting, always on edge and in the front lines of dangerous work.  Something makes their unwinding efforts an ultra-chill affair, a complete decompression and sloughing-off of the stress.

The Fugitive Squad is a tight-knit group—arguably tighter than Major Crimes, though the two often overlap.  Major Crimes cracks a case, needs someone hauled in?  Big Nick drops a call, and it’s like setting a pack of well-trained wolves on the busy streets and dusty roads of Los Angeles County.

On big cases, sometimes the Fugitive Squad invites Major Crimes to their parties and vice versa.  Usually Major Crimes attends the Fugitive events, since the Fugitive folks don’t quite care for Big Nick groping hired girls while the fug of cigar smoke hangs over some hotel room.

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What does a Fugitive party entail?

Borracho is never clear on who exactly plans them.  If it’s a situation where the team takes turns, or if there’s one mastermind behind the events.  It’s always at the same place:  a low, sprawling mid-century place in the Pacific Palisades, owned by one of the members of the squad who came from old family money. 

There’s a pool and beyond it, the ocean.  There’s low, cool lighting that swaths everyone in blue shadows.  There’s ambient music—a low, steady pulsing beat that seems to sync everyone’s heart rate to the same rhythm.  The food is always elegant, an elaborate sushi bar one night, tapas another time.  There’s alcohol, plenty of it, but no one ever seems to overdo it to a sloppy degree because everything is so damned chill.

Drugs?  Big Nick is partial to coke and often brings enough to the Major Crimes events to get loaded, but the Fugitive parties are purely for the psychedelic shit.  Weed, obviously.  Mushrooms.  Molly.  Nothing that will get people worked up:  only stuff to calm and maybe take the user to another galaxy while they celebrate another night on the right side of the dirt.

Honestly, Borracho kinda prefers the thing the Fugitive folks have going on. A big joint case has just wrapped up, and he finds himself with an invite along with the rest of his team. 

Which means he gets to see you in a more social setting.

At work, you’re all business.  Mostly silent, the way Borracho is mostly silent.  You let your commanding officer do all the talking the way Big Nick does all the talking, and like Borracho, you stand nearby and look and listen.

Early on, you caught Borracho studying you.  It had made your mouth twist in a small smile, and you had winked at him, but it was a lone instance of your personality shining through during work hours.

Off-duty?  Fuck, you drive him insane.

It’s not entirely the sort of insanity that comes from flirting and sexual tension.  At these parties, you’re someone else completely.  Totally at ease, which means you feel comfortable enough to be yourself, to untether your mouth from your brain, and Borracho never knows what the fuck you’ll say to him.  If you’ll drop something banal about the Dodgers’ pitching depth, or if you’ll stare at him, unblinking, and ask if he thinks life as he knows it is just a simulation.  Because both has happened in the past at these parties, and both were before you even touched a drug.

Tonight, though, he’s late to show up.  The party is in full swing, the low bass audible from the street when he parks his truck.  He makes his way inside, sees the crush of people dancing in the living room, sees the cluster of people in the dining room where the food and drinks and drugs are laid out.  Borracho sees Henderson, tips a nod in his direction, but he keeps walking through the place.

He always seeks you out at these things.  He always swears he’ll play it cool, but his resolve always melts away the moment he hits the door.

Borracho finds you in the den—a separate space that usually has a movie projected on the far wall while people sprawl out and trip and sometimes get cozy in the dark room while some old black-and-white movie plays out in the background.

Tonight, you’re settled on the deep leather couch at one end.  Another guy is at the other end of the couch, his wide eyes fixed on where “The Third Man” plays against the far wall.  There’s a couple curled up on a separate easy chair, murmuring together, making out, and it charges the room with an undercurrent of sexual energy that feels…promising.

It takes you a beat to notice him leaning in the doorway.  You’re watching the movie too, and it’s only in a scene break that you glance over and see him.

“Borracho!” you call out.  “Finally made it!”

“Never like to arrive too early.”

“Smart, smart.  Gives you an air of mystery.”

You smile and continue.  “C’mon in.  Take a seat, settle in.  We’re following Joseph Cotton here around post-war Vienna.”  You lift a hand and gesture at the wall.

Borracho tilts his head at the couch where you sit.  “No room.”

You turn and look at the guy on the other end of the couch.  When Borracho looks closer, he sees it’s one of your coworkers in the Fugitive Squad.  He watches as you reach over and swat at him, tell him to move over and make some room.  When he does, you turn back to Borracho and pat the middle cushion invitingly.

“C’mon, handsome.  I won’t bite.”  He cocks an eyebrow at the handsome moniker, but you add, “unless you’re into that sort of thing,” and he realizes that you’re throwing him for a loop like you always do—only this time, you’re flirting with him, not interrogating him about what reality really is.

You drive him fucking insane.

It’s not entirely the sort of insanity that comes from flirting and sexual tension, but it’s a big part of it.  At work, it’s the way you move around, the economical way you move when you’re on the hunt.  If the Fugitive Squad is a pack of wolves, you’re their panther:  more of a big cat padding on quiet paws, ears pitched forward, slinking after prey. 

At parties, it’s this:  always keeping him guessing, keeping him back on his heels, making him feel like a teenaged boy again straining for just a moment with you.  The anticipation of it, the frustration when it never materializes, the eagerness for the next invite to the next party. 

He makes his way into the room and sits down beside you.  You reach over to the little table beside the couch and snag a small tray with party favors on it.  You present it to Borracho with a flourish.

“Want to partake?” you ask.

He squints at the offerings.  There’s edibles, a cigarette case of pre-rolls, and some unidentified pills with tiny smiley faces printed on them.  He points at them.

“What are those?”

“Designer shit,” you reply.  “Boss has a buddy in Twentynine Palms who makes these small-batch, artisanal drugs.”

Borracho snorts.  “Hipster shit.”

“Like a macaron shop in a swiftly gentrifying neighborhood.”

“What’s it do?”

You click your tongue as you think.  “Little bit of everything, I’d say.  Relaxes you like pot, but kinda gives you the euphoria of molly.  Also offers the barest bit of trippiness, in case you want to peer behind the veil between realities.”

“Haven’t peered behind the veil lately.”

“Treat yourself, Borracho.”

He plucks one pill from the tray and considers it.  “You take one already?”

You answer by taking another pill from the tray, then setting the tray aside.  You turn to face him, stick out your tongue, and lay the pill on it.  The whole time you hold his gaze, and he holds yours.

A second later, you close your mouth and swallow.  “Yes,” you tell him with a smile.  “I’ve taken one already.”

You drive him fucking insane.  How could he not want you?

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Whatever this designer pill is, it’s the sort to creep up slowly on a user. 

Borracho relaxes by degrees.  Feels himself melting into the couch by degrees, like his bones are softening, his muscles are lengthening.  The light from the projector takes on an ethereal glow, and at some point, he blinks and realizes, shit, I’m feeling it now.

He turns his head, heavy against the back of the couch, and sees you.  You sense his gaze on you, and you turn your head to face him too.

“How you feeling?” you ask.

“Good.”  It comes out rough, a dry-throated croak, and you laugh at him, which makes him smile. 

“Good.”

“You?”

“Good.”

“That’s…good,” he replies, and it makes you laugh again, makes him laugh too, and he realizes how much he’s feeling it after all.  How effortless it feels to sit beside you right now.  He glances up at the movie and sees that it has changed entirely – to some grimy-looking ‘80’s crime drama with a synth soundtrack.  The couple who had been making out in the chair have disappeared, and when Borracho turns his head to the other side of him, he sees the third wheel has left too.

How long have the two of you been alone?

Time seems to stretch and distort.  He watches the movie, a car chase scene, then blinks and it’s rolling credits.  Another blink and it’s another movie, a low budget sci-fi with lots of lasers.  He sits on the couch, his legs sprawled wide, and his knee presses against yours.

Blink, and his leg nearest you now is pressed against yours, thigh to thigh, and the heat he can feel coming from you seems to have a shimmering quality when he looks down at where you touch.

Blink, and he’s watching the movie again.  There’s an alien in bad makeup, more lasers, a jazzy stream of music that seems to come from somewhere else.

“I am,” he blurts out.  He rolls his head again, peers over at you, waits for you to turn and look at him.  When you do, you look confused.

“Huh?”

“I am.  From earlier.”

You snort, then laugh.  “I am so lost right now.”

Blink, and he feels the smile that creeps across his face.  “What you said earlier.  You asked if I was into it.  I am.”

“Into what?”

Blink, and he swallows.  Feels the heat of your thigh pressed against his.  “You said you wouldn’t bite—”

“—Unless you’re into that.”  You pick up the thread and remember.  The smile you offer has a feral edge, unless he’s imagining it, which is very likely.  Maybe none of this is happening at all:  maybe he’s passed out and drooling on the couch while you’re sober and elsewhere, cornering people and trying to discuss string theory.

“You like biting, Borracho?” you ask, and your voice is low, a near whisper.  Like you’re sharing secrets, so he whispers back.

“Depends on who’s doing the biting.”

“Hmmm.” 

Blink, and you’re moving towards him, that same cat-like fluidity you have at work.  He never takes his eyes from you, never blinks, and you don’t either.  He watches as you straddle him, settle on his lap.  His hands find your waist, then slides them down and back to grasp your ass.  Your hands reach up and cup his face, low on his jaw, and you smile down at him.

You’re backlit by the projected wall of the movie.  He opens his mouth to say something nice, to tell you how fucking gorgeous you look, but you lean down as you tilt his head and…he thinks you’re going to kiss him, but you brush your lips over his cheekbone until your mouth is right by his ear.

“You want me to bite you?” you whisper, and your warm breath fanning over him makes him shudder, a delicious frisson of trembling through the core of him.  He wants to say something slick in return, but he only manages to grunt an affirmative.

Blink, and you lean against him.  He can feel your tits pressed against him, can feel the flex of your body as you bend your head.  Another blink, and he feels your mouth on him, your soft lips, then your tongue as you taste him—the spot right where his neck meets his shoulder.

Then he feels your teeth on him, a slow and steady sink of your teeth in his skin, and you take him right to the edge of pain and maybe a half step beyond, but no further.  His hands grip your ass harder, spasm against the soft curve of you, and he jerks you closer to him because he’s growing hard underneath you—faster than he usually does, and maybe part of it is the drug, but part of it is definitely you.

Your mouth on him, the heady weight of you on him, your hands gripping his face and holding him steady. 

You draw your teeth out of him, and you soothe where you’ve marked him with your tongue.  You run the tip of your tongue over his dimpled flesh, then kiss him there.

Blink, though, and Borracho finds you climbing off him, and he pushes a disappointed exhale through his pursed lips.  You didn’t even kiss his mouth, and he turns to where you settle back on the couch.  You catch his pout and offer him an apologetic smile.

“You know we can’t do more,” you offer as explanation. 

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his jeans too tight.  “I think we could.”

Another smile that turns into a laugh.  You reach out a hand and lay it on his arm, jostle him playfully.  “We could.  But we shouldn’t.  We’re both pretty fucked up.”

“You’ve never fooled around while stoned?”  His voice has a whining edge to it that he doesn’t like, but you keep your hand on him, keep grinning at him, and that’s something, he guesses.

“I have,” you admit.  “But within boundaries established whilst sober.  I might get sloppy at these parties, but I keep my sloppiness contained within certain limits.”

He can’t help but smile back at you despite the twinge of disappointment in his gut.  “You need a lesson from Big Nick.”

At that, you release his arm, fling your head back against the couch and blow out a heavy breath.  “God, that asshole.”

“He kinda is, right?”

“He has a sort of all-encompassing sloppiness that I can’t support, Borracho.”  You turn your head, smile again.  “Tempting though you may be.”

He sighs but smiles back at you.  “You know you drive me fucking crazy, right?”

“Yeah?”  Your eyes widen—you look genuinely surprised.

“Yeah.”

“You gonna be shitty with me now?”

He shakes his head.  He’s never been the type of man to get a bug up his ass about a woman not putting out.  He’s never gotten angry at dates that led to nothing, or dates who changed their mind.  That’s life, and he’s always thought of men who got shitty about women not putting out as childish assholes.

Besides, he’s gotten plenty.  He knows what it feels like to have you on top of him, how it feels to have your tits pressed against him.  He knows what your mouth feels like and will bear the mark of your teeth for at least a week until the bruise fades.  He knows that your ass feels amazing under his big hands.

“If you ever want to establish boundaries while sober…” he starts, then trails off, and it makes you laugh again.  It’s probably the drugs, but he’s made you smile more, laugh more in this one evening than he has in all the time since he’s known you.

“Don’t open that door if you don’t want me walking through it, Borracho,” you warn.

Maybe he’s sobering up a bit, because he manages to both think of a slick line and deliver it. 

“You’re Fugitive Squad, baby.  You can kick down my door anytime you want.”

It’s the coup de grace of the moment:  you throw your head back and laugh, deep belly laughs that come from deep inside you.  You throw out a hand and brace yourself against his shoulder, and he chuckles along with you.

“Duly noted,” you finally manage to say once you calm.  “I’ll hit you up sometime.”

Borracho nods.  “You should.”

Then, because he’s still loose from the drugs, still feeling pretty damned good, still wanting to show that he’s not going to be shitty about you clambering off him, he lifts his arm in invitation.

“C’mon,” he says.  “At least curl up with me here.  I need someone to ground me so I don’t drift off to Saturn.”

You don’t even hesitate to move closer and tuck yourself under his arm and against his side, and that’s how you both fall asleep within the hour, and how you both wake up just before dawn—both dry-mouthed and cranky, but not so cranky that you don’t sheepishly exchange numbers.

And Borracho might think you’re just being nice, but you call him that evening, stone-sober, eager to kick in his door at his earliest convenience.

[thesecretsofthedivine]

Zodiac Playlist 🌠

Aries

mars - sleeping at last

ride - lana del rey

bathroom - montell fish

fun - troye sivan

fireball - pitbull

stayin' alive - bee gees

god save our young blood - børns

anti-hero - taylor swift

talk that talk - rihanna

clumsy - fergie

Taurus

venus - sleeping at last

breakfast at tiffany's - henry mancini

chanel - frank ocean

kiss it off me - cigarettes after sex

snooze - SZA

want u around - omar apollo

habit - still woozy

peach - kevin abstract

nonsense - sabrina carpenter

talk - hozier

Gemini

mercury - sleeping at last

pov - ariana grande

mood ring baby - field medic

glittr - aldn

running wild - g eazy

island in the sun - weezer

japanese posters - rebounder

master of none - beach house

faerie soirée - melanie martinez

ways to go - grouplove

Cancer

moon - sleeping at last

where did the time go - lord huron

ho hey - the lumineers

my love mine all mine - mitski

idle town - conan gray

k. - cigarettes after sex

italo disco - last dinosaurs

glue song - beabadoobee

sea of love - cat power

fourth of july - sufjan stevens

Leo

sun - sleeping at last

dancing queen - abba

let me blow ya mind - eve, gwen stefani

money - cardi b

literal legend - ayesha erotica

kitty kat - megan thee stallion

carmen - lana del rey

my kind of woman - mac demarco

amber - 311

chemtrails over the country club - lana del rey

Virgo

mercury - sleeping at last

tell me something i don't know - selena gomez

the boat i row - tame impala

girl next door - copperpot

crying in the chapel - elvis presley

iwillbreatheintoyou - bones

down to earth - umi

bambi - clairo

virgo's groove - beyoncé

are you satisfied - marina

Libra

venus - sleeping at last

sweet talk - saint motel

lover - taylor swift

in my head - ariana grande

pink funeral - beach house

fashion - britney manson

normal girl - sza

sit still, look pretty - daya

comfort crowd - conan gray

we fell in love in october - girl in red

Scorpio

mars/pluto - sleeping at last

private - russ

dirty paws - of monsters and men

borderline - tame impala

dead to me - kali uchis

not dead yet - lord huron

i can't handle change - roar

animal - sir chloe

vigilante shit - taylor swift

death - melanie martinez

Sagittarius

jupiter - sleeping at last

here, there and everywhere - the beatles

canyon moon - harry styles

can't sleep - k. flay

sunset chaser - ragamuffs

only if - steve lacy

the balancer's eye - lord huron

youth - troye sivan

cherry bomb - the runaways

bloom later - jesse

Capricorn

saturn - sleeping at last

living on my own - freddie mercury

princess diana - ice spice

high stakes - bryson tiller

therefore i am - billie eilish

successful - ariana grande

i wouldn't ask you - clairo

radio - lana del rey

vienna - billy joel

mastermind - taylor swift

Aquarius

uranus/saturn - sleeping at last

you don't own me - saygrace

better friends - between friends

night fever - bee gees

mortal projections - djo

transparent soul - willow

she moves in her own way - the kooks

dare - gorillaz

hits different - taylor swift

arabella - arctic monkeys

Pisces

jupiter/neptune - sleeping at last

love my way - the psychedelic furs

technicolor beat - oh wonder

made for love - concorde

ivy - frank ocean

my song - labi siffre

ultimately - khai dreams

bella luna - babe rainbow

ride - wave to earth

fishtail - lana del rey

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Realizing that almost all listeners are kinda like Hikaru to me while maybe only Alphonse is Yoshiki (both chrs from "The Summer Hikaru Died",,,,any listener for any channel and any speaker from any channel really)

Not me wanna associate VIVINOS "PINK B××CH CLUB" (or "Cherry B××ch Club", which is the male ver of the aforementioned Pink Club)playlist with some of the yv-boys/listeners

(listener could be Minako/Minato while the boys are the rest of the girls/boys,,,,,,, Alphonse as Gyaruko/Gyaruo, Finn as Charlotte/Vermouth and, Big Red[Lucien] as VYT-24 / R-18)

Okay The Summer Hikaru Died is actually crazy bc wdym (read the summary) that this mf died and was replaced by an other worldly entity....I can see Al kinda being like Yoshiki, Al def can't control wtf his face looks like if you say something.

Started listening to the playlist and holy shit this is some crazy shit and I love the art style!! Watching more of it and now I wanna over analyze the whole story so far.

Listener being Minako/Minato would be interesting bc some theories that I kinda see are that they are imagining some of their friends or thinking they are some type of way bc their imagining it and making their friend's do it bc it's their club.

I remember on one of the video's someone made a theory how Minako is the only one that wears pink bc it's her color and the club is her. She just want's her friends to be obedient and do what she tells them, but since all of them have their own personality they rebel in their own way, causing Minako to get mad and kill them.

Alphonse being Gyaruko/Gyaruo would make sense bc of his past of being in a gang along with how she is. However after everything goes down w her old gang and is bleeding meets Minako, the bite is interesting bc it shows she doesn't fully trust her so Minako can use this and make her into a perfect friend.

Finn being Charlotte/Vermouth would be interesting bc it seems this character worships Minako as like a goddess. Something that makes Minako very happy bc she loves having attention on her. I read one comment where it said Minako helped Charlotte at a low point just like Gyaruko. But instead sees it as she is in debt and has to work hard to pay it off so that's why some people think she helped Minako. She hates it bc she's conflicted with helping Minako, I do wonder if she'll challenge Minako in future videos?

Lucien being VYT-24/R-18 would be perfect bc it seems she isn't fully human or seems to be. I saw a comment that she was a normal human girl but meeting Minako she got manipulated into being robotic and apathetic. Just like VYT-24 he's curious about human life and going to the internet, posting things, gaining followers and stuff. When the convo between VYT-24 and Minako happened we can see Minako didn't like that bc people were paying attention to VYT-24 more than her so she unplugged her, basically killing her. Also since VYT-24 couldn't express herself while Minako was awake it makes you think she knows what Minako is dangerous kinda when VYT-24 isn't fully obedient and letting Minako have the spot light.

Also in the Psychedelic video we can see everything through VYT-24's perspective how Minako is. The brain behind her both symbolizes that she's a mastermind behind this and also she isn't all right in the head. Gyaruko is def dead, Charlotte is def hiding trying to figure shit out. VYT-24 I feel like bc she was shut down from being unplugged she's probably somehow connected to the internet watching over Minako.

OKay that's all Ima say bc this post is getting LOONNGG

[too-antigonish]

The Great S7 Rewrite: 14 July 2024 Update

So here's a brief summary of where we're at so far plus new ideas:

Bone of Contention #1: Opera Rules

So far: 

Keep and maybe even go a little crazy with Opera Rules 

Possibly feature more of the opera written for S7

Possibly include opera theme towpath murders 

NEW:

@oeuvrinarydurian

Throwing this out here because so many of these options are potentially hysterical. https://tropedia.fandom.com/wiki/Opera

I will also suggest looking at TV Tropes Opera page. I’d also recommend checking out the various tvtropes pages for individual operas by title.

Bone of Contention #2: Ludo and Violetta?

So far:

Give them an evil plan that actually makes logical sense

And also make them people that Morse would actually want to be friends/lovers with

Consider extent to which Violetta is “Unattainable Fantasy Woman” 

Make Ludo a music journalist, etc.

NEW:

Keeping Ludo and Violetta

@oeuvrinarydurian

Violetta works better as a character if we turn her more aggressively into a black widow, who is fully on board with whatever overall plan the two of them have

Could work fine in Operaville if the various lures Ludo throws out include Violetta and her magical vajayjay.

Part of the fun and engagement is finding a way to make them work. I think it is cheating if we get rid of everything we hate.

I’m leaning towards making them much more loathsome and true operatic villains.

@fanficrocks

Agrees we should keep Ludo and Violetta but ramp up their villainy… not necessarily in an overt way

Making them on the surface believable as friend and paramour respectively for Morse; but beneath, they are fully invested in their villainy

@astridcontramundum

Agrees that they could both be villains. 

That’s what she did with them in her “After-comers” AU. 

Violetta was actually more of the mastermind in that story, because Ludo tended to give the game away with his theatrics 😂

Specific Ideas for Ludo and Violetta

Fanfic

Loves Ludo as music columnist covering the premiere of a new opera in Venice for the first meeting/supposedly short affair between Violetta and Morse.

Maybe Ludo attends pretending to be a single man because that is the only way he stands a chance at a real coup - an interview with the prima Donna starring as the female lead in the opera (she is well known for brushing off all other women, esp younger & prettier)

Astrid

Likes the ideas we have for how Ludo, Violetta and Morse meet! (I do think we need to keep them—we need a damsel and a villain.

The trouble for me in S7 was that Violetta’s storyline made no sense. If she was really afraid, it seemed she had ample time alone in which she could tell Morse the truth. 

And I didn’t mind Ludo as a villain—I had too much fun having Ludo and Bixby go head-to-head in my AU, I think. 😂)

Ludo’s Outfits

Astrid

…Ludo tended to give the game away with his theatrics 😂

Durian

…not to mention his outfits.

mystifying sweater vest and patterned shirt combination that’s burnt into my brain that I find incredibly upsetting. It’s so horrible, even by 70s standards, and I can’t quite figure out what the point of it is thematically . Do you know the one I mean? It’s godawful.  I think it’s what he’s wearing when Morse goes over for “dinner“ and Violetta is there. I think M’s wearing his Emo Black Turtle.

Ludo’s outfits, one after the other, just get worse and worse and worse. We have to put together an outfit  montage of stills for our storyboard as we craft our villain s/l. Perhaps we can all drop some LSD. Whoever was dressing him clearly was taking psychedelic drugs.

Antigonish

We *must* now include Ludo and Violetta's increasingly obnoxious  outfits as a sign of their escalating villainy. Emo black turtleneck Morse should be oblivious and baffled by their fashion choices.

Durian

Elton John's fashion evolution

Bone of Contention #3: Towpath Storyline

So far:

Streamline very cluttered storyline

Focus mostly on is the murderer Carl or is it not Carl

Possibly make them opera related so it is universe within universe for towpath killings.  Deranged fan? Thwarted performer? Gives more scope for Thursday/Morse conflict.

Make conflict between Morse and Thursday believable by providing adequate motivation—possibly Morse’s increasingly reckless behavior and lack of care for his safety

While there was a reconciliation at the end of S6, Morse would have still been carrying resentment about having been pushed aside

NEW:

Morse/Thursday Conflict

Astrid

And as for the Morse/Thursday conflict—since Morse is having this affair, and since the case is veering towards the operatic, perhaps Morse gets reckless, putting himself inti danger?

Thursday might think of how he had just gone off to Wicklesham Quarry alone and feel angry that Morse has learned nothing from S6.

Fanfic

Likes the idea of Morse rushing into danger in a parallel with the S6 finale. It is sort of what he did at the very end of Zenana, but if it happens earlier like the middle of Oracle, it would give us a very solid reason for their increasingly acrimonious relationship

Bone of Contention #4: The Episodic Storylines

Raga: 

Fanfic

Simplify to story of intra-family tension resulting in the killing of an employee who is also a friend and thus has opinions on the matter. 

Move the actual killing to a street corner or alleyway so that the political backdrop (hate-fueled campaign, race-based attack on the Asian teenager) works as an effective red herring

Then leaves the gay wrestlers story to be woven in - potentially as a second red herring overlapping with the first one of race hate (as several of the wrestlers in the group were persons of color). 

Loves Thursday’s disparaging parallel between wrestling and opera, and can see how that will really rile Morse

Astrid

Glad you like the wrestlers! I was thinking maybe their falling out could be over who was getting the starring role? Over who would get to play the lead “face?” 

Between the wrestlers, and the family drama (love you all’s ideas for them!) and the Ludo/Morse/Violetta storyline, we could have a theme of jealousy and thwarted love and temptation running throughout all of the layers, linking them all together. And tying in to the opera, too, framing it all into one?

Antigonish

If we make the family Bengali, they would work with the idea of incorporating the political tensions in the lead-up to Bangladesh's independence in '71.

Durian

I love what everybody’s throwing out as far as Raga. 

I think we could get rid of the poker and debt storylines as well and completely concentrate on some iteration of  intra-family political divisions . 

If we’ve got to have a murder about money, we can come up with a better reason… Maybe funding some kind of Pro-Bangladeshi political or social cause? 

Zenana:

Fanfic

The only bit in the entire episode that has anything at all to do with the title is the Lady Matilda’s college theme… limiting it to women only, and the women looking after their own (so to speak) when they trap, or more accurately try to inflict vigilante justice on, the copycat towpath killer

Durian

I am fully on board with jettisoning the Lady Matilda‘s storyline. It’s awkward.  

Overall S7 Themes

Astrid

That quote from Ludo* would be great to use too! I had forgotten he said that...that also brings all of the cast of characters together.

*Ludo sums it up—while also perhaps referring to his crimes—by saying to Morse, “Life, death, rich, poor. It's all a roll of the dice, Morse. There's no reason to any of it. You're not responsible. Some people are just unlucky.”

Between the wrestlers, and the family drama (love you all’s ideas for them!) and the Ludo/Morse/Violetta storyline, we could have a theme of jealousy and thwarted love and temptation running throughout all of the layers, linking them all together. And tying in to the opera, too, framing it all into one?

OK. Next up: a strategy for actually getting this done.

[swiftsmidnights]

happy birthday midnights 💙

🕰️Midnights - @taylorswift 🕰️

October 21, 2022

(Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff, Zoë Kravitz, Mark Anthony Spears, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Sam Dew)

Happy solar return to Taylor’s late night pop masterpiece, Midnights!

This record has only been more solidified as a Pop Bible after listening to it for a full year. 365 days of meeting Taylor at midnight and I don’t think the end is in sight.

Taylor worked with producer and trusted friend Jack Antonoff again on this record, and together they came up with some of the most brilliant pop tracks in recent years.

“Lavender Haze” is a staple of the Midnights era; the warble of the beat makes it feel extra psychedelic, like you’re about to discover the secrets of the universe.

Some tracks off the record that especially keep me up at night are “Maroon”, “Snow On The Beach”, “You’re On Your Own Kid”, “Midnight Rain”, “Labyrinth”, “Sweet Nothing” and “Mastermind”.

The 3am Edition of the album contains some of Taylor’s best - “The Great War”, “Paris”, “High Infidelity”, “Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve” and “Dear Reader”.

Taylor’s lyricism in her 30s is making my heart feel like it’s being ripped out of my chest. I just can’t wait to see what she has in store for us with her next record because Midnights CLEARED!

So so proud of you for this one buddy @taylorswift 💙

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[radio-ronpa]

Junko:

Shining - Förtvivlan, min arvedel

Marilyn Manson - I Want To Kill You Like They Do In The Movies

Kesha - Joyride

Courtney Love - Miss Narcissist

(cover) Ronnie James Dio - Welcome To My Nightmare

Mindless Self Indulgence - Mastermind

Skinny Puppy - Killing Game

The Pierces - Boring

Jack Off Jill - Underjoyed

Genitorturers - Lecher Bitch

poutyface - BORED!

Lordi - My Heaven Is Your Hell

Marina and the Diamonds - Bubblegum Bitch

Britney Spears - Circus

Lesbian Bed Death - I Use My Powers For Evil

Ayesha Erotica - Literal Legend

Slash + Fergie - Beautiful Dangerous

The Psychedelic Furs - Pretty In Pink

Mukuro:

Tally Hall - Cannibal

Metric - Combat Baby

Julien-K - Waking Up

Otep - Apex Predator

Marilyn Manson - Unkillable Monster

Disturbed - Indestructible

Skeeter Davis - The End of The World

Cynthia Harrell - Snake Eater (yes, the MGS3 theme)

Heaven Shall Burn - Bring The War Home

The Pretty Reckless - Make Me Wanna Die

The Evolutionaries - Slave

instant crush - will i always feel this way?

Penelope Scott - Cigarette Ahegao

Seether - Fake It

The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army

Good Boy Daisy - Hate You When You Party

Opeth - Sorceress

Dragonette - Stupid Grin

Billie Holiday - Crazy He Calls Me

Sabaton - The Art of War

Junko + Mukuro:

Type O Negative - Love You To Death

Young M.A. - My Hitta

Marilyn Manson - KILL4ME

Rammstein - Ich tu dir weh

Darling Violetta - A Smaller God

Woods of Ypres - Silver

Amanda Palmer - Runs In The Family

Nine Inch Nails - We're In This Together

The Cure - Pictures Of You

Scissor Sisters - I Can't Decide

Mother Mother - Arms Tonite

(cover) Garbage + Screaming Females - Because The Night

Sumo Cyco - The Broadcasters (Murdering By Radio)

poutyface - Trauma Bond

I could make this so much longer but I gotta not just go insane copying down my entire playlist.

This is rad, thanks for the submission!

[singeratlarge]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Dana Andrews, Matthew/Stymie Beard, Brahms’s 1879 Violin Concerto in D, Greg Carmichael (Acoustic Alchemy), Johnny Cash’s 1st free concert @ San Quentin (1960) w/Merle Haggard in the “audience,” Morris Chestnut, Xavier Cugat, Douglas David, Joseph Donkoh, Morgan Fisher (Mott the Hoople), Grandmaster Flash, E.M. Forster, Philip Glass’s 2012 SYMPHONY NO. 9, Rocky Graziano, Ty Hardin, the Hearts of Space radio series (1983), Miki Higashino, Huntingdon High School (PA), Milt “Bags” Jackson, web  journalist Kathy Kolb, Carole Landis, Charles Matongo, Country Joe McDonald, Lorenzo de' Medici, Makori Mokua, Colin Morgan, Arthur Prysock, Paul Revere (the Revolutionary), Paul Revere & the Raiders (1958), Betsy Ross, Nathaniel Shilkret, Simon & Garfunkel’s 1966 “Sounds of Silence” single, Shelby Steele, Tank, TOP OF THE POPS TV show (1964), Ari Up (The Slits), “Mad Anthony” Wayne, Huldrych Zwingli and my former neighbor, occasional collaborator, and Renaissance Man, Bill Stefanacci—globe-trotting film-maker, martial arts expert, surfer, yoga enthusiast, and mastermind behind the band Funk Dub Division.

Beyond guiding the musical brain trust of FDD, Bill is immersed in the physics and electronics of psycho acoustics. Published in over 800 journals, his theories on sub-atomic particle/wave arrays in DNA are accepted by the global science community as the bridge between the material world and consciousness itself. Bill is also the head of ESA Productions, creating documentaries and films for educational television. Musically he has worked Hugh Masakela, Les McCann, Metallica, Judy Mowatt, The Persuasions, Third World, Pamela Z, and various classical/world music ensembles. As for Funk Dub Division, they’re not just music—they’re a state of mind involving funk, dub, soul, experimental, and electronic moshing featuring some of world music's tightest players and vocalists blend in a digital, psychedelic amalgamation. On a cosmic turntable they play next to Black Uhuru, Miles Davis, Martin Denny, Thelonious Monk, Rufus, Ravi Shankar, and William Burroughs. Have some fun in 2024 with FDD’s music—and HB BS!

https://funkdubdivision.bandcamp.com

#Bill #Stefanacci #Funk #Dub #Division #birthday #physics #electronics #psychoacoustics #acoustics #subatomic #particles #DNA #ESA #Productions #HughMasakela #LesMcCann #Metallica #JudyMowatt #ThePersuasions #ThirdWorld #PamelaZ #Soul #experimental #mosh #digital #psychedelic #BlackUhuru #MilesDavis #MartinDenny #TheloniousMonk #Rufus #RaviShankar #WilliamBurroughs

[bak3r]

Contemporary Animation Research #1 -

Upon submitting my learning agreement, I thought it would be good to go on a deep dive looking for animated short films that could serve as inspiration. While some of these were new discoveries, others are ones that I have had saved for quite some time.

Jesse Collett - Mastermind & How to Seduce with Confidence

Jesse Collett as an animator places a huge emphasis on the shape and form of his simplistic characters, making them shape shift into objects and backgrounds. The use of colours and backgrounds also really help these characters stand out. This simplistic yet effective approach to animation and character design is really interesting.

Gabrielle Selnet - Nicotine Baby

An animation that places huge emphasis on the atmosphere that it creates. The film is mostly seen through the flashlight of a torch, with the intricate sound design and lack of colour also contributing. This is also a really good example of telling a story without any words.

Jonathan Djob Nkondo - The New Exhibition

An amazing short film, again without words, that makes really good use of shapes and form - such an interesting short film!

Nicolas Ménard - Wednesday with Goddard

A really inspirational combination of hyperrealistic background and childish characters. The film follows the rhythm of a children's book, but with a dark humour twist. We travel from one space to the next, discarding existential statements on love, faith and death almost as soon as they are introduced.

Chloé Farr, Gabrielle Selnet & Adam Sillard - Au Revoir Jérôme

Beautiful animated, almost psychedelic animation about a man's escapades in the afterlife. Not too dissimilar from the previous film - the structure they take could serve as huge inspiration for how I would want to structure my film.

Decovocal - Two Tea Two

An experimental, shapeshifting animation that feels almost like a moving art piece. The lack of voice acting helps add to the mysterious atmosphere of the entire animation.

Wong Ping - Who's The Daddy

A completely left field and beautifully animated comedy short film. While it's content matter is somewhat confounding, the visuals are so so interesting!

[avas-wonderland]

CW: pink bl00d

Mastermind Sasha thingy

(Reblogs are encouraged, pr0ship/c0mship DNI)

[taylortruther]

CRJ stans seem to really hate Taylor but I've never seen the other way around, and it's silly because despite management issues CRJ and Taylor definitely share mutual respect and admiration! What songs make you think of Taylor on the album?

shadow and psychedelic switch feel very lover (the album), mastermind, glitch-ish. and i always thought delicate reminded me of favourite colour (both of which i love.)

[dabihawksluvr]

.: My Current Theory(s) :.

I've only played this game for around a couple days, but I've also been hunting down theories outside of it...and hoo boy, my hunches for most things going on make me so excited to see what happens next. I'm glad I'm not the only one seeing these things, and I will definitely try to use other traits (I main Street Smarts and Mystic in my canon playthrough) to see if I can get other stuff to pop up.

But for now, I'm gonna talk about my own playthrough and my theories for events after Chapter Four.

(+) I didn't like my cousin at first, honestly she weirded me out and I fully believe she's part of everything going on..but I can tell she's not entirely 'bad', she's probably just stuck doing these things and feels she simply can't leave. And I do like that she doesn't want us causing trouble, I do believe she cares but isn't trying to get too close (for reasons). I even protected her during the psychedelic ghost 'vision', giving up years of my life in her place. I hope I can get closer to her in future chapters, even if she betrays me I'd still not entirely be angry about it.

(+) Sybil is definitely sus. I kept on feeling there was something about her, I mean she knows about Ditchlings and doesn't seemed scared in the least by anything going on. But when she did the tea reading...I got the ability to actually push past my option to suspect her being the 'cat' being flipped on me. So my fears were correct, she definitely knows what's going on. And may be even the mastermind behind it all. I wouldn't be surprised in the least at this point, especially after she literally stood in a doorframe and had shadows on her the entire time. So I'm gonna be watching out for her.

(+) I hope that the church is important soon, I do wanna see the mysteries behind that place and Tetanus Lake. I bet the 'rats' are either Ditchlings, or possibly even ghosts of those who died in that lake...and I bet we'll have to jump in. Possibly to find another one of those symbols/seals buried underneath. And I'm actually starting to like the priest, I don't think he's a bad guy and is simply just trying too hard to be liked...though a part of me hopes I'm wrong. If I'm wrong, I want it to be revealed that the priest is actually running a cult of some kind. Because those little tidbits throughout the story are driving me up a wall.

(+) I didn't save the doctor in my canon playthrough, so I hope that doesn't screw me over in the future...but it probably will. I'll probably get bad metal poisoning and all that from the lake, and there'd be no doctor to help with that. I just hope Reese comes back...I'm trying to romance him, I just want my monster boy to cuddle me as I deal with this hellscape of a town.

(+) I think Reese is most definitely NOT human. He's most close to an Incubus, at least with how he was conceived...but he's also similar to a Vampire and/or Werewolf, I mean he can shapeshift and even has a tail. Maybe he could also be part Ditchling...I wouldn't be surprised if he was, considering. I just hope that I won't have to face him possibly going into a hunger frenzy at some point, and I hope he doesn't get a hunger for humans after chomping down on his own mom. But, I'm also not against helping him with that...*grabs axe*

(+) Stella NEEDS to be found. And soon. I hope she really isn't a part of everything going on, but after she just up and left I'm not leaving out any reasoning. Even asking Wayne about her didn't get me anywhere, but tbh that whole thing after Reese I'm far less wary of him now than before. I mean, the guy wants me to leave the town...so he is definitely on my side, even if he did try to hurt Reese I'll still try trusting him more. He may be the only lifeline I'll have to save myself in the future.

[sinceileftyoublog]

Dazy Live Show Review: 1/18, Sleeping Village, Chicago

BY JORDAN MAINZER

The first time I heard Dazy, I went in cold. My wife sent me a link to a YouTube video of a song she was digging, “Invisible Thing” from MAXIMUMBLASTSUPERLOUD: The First 24 Songs. I, too, was instantly hooked, from the opening blast of drum machine and the atonal My Bloody Valentine-esque guitars to the hooks and the singer’s voice, which toed the perfect line between choral and bratty. Listening more and doing some digging, I was pleasantly surprised to find Dazy was the bedroom rock project of James Goodson, the same publicist I’d worked with when covering bands such as Drug Church and Tony Molina. Like the latter, Goodson makes brief, punchy, catchy as hell pop rock, but I’d posit his output is even more varied. The standouts on MAXIMUMBLASTSUPERLOUD diverge a ton in tempo and mood, like the candied shuffle of “Crowded Mind (Lemon Lime)” versus the fuzzed-out vigor of “See The Bottom”. In March last year, Dazy collaborated with L.A. hardcore punk band Militarie Gun on his biggest shout-along yet, the anthemic earworm “Pressure Cooker”. In October, he followed it up with his proper debut album, OUTOFBODY (Lame-O), which emphasized what Dazy does best while adding elements of both Evan Dando’s sweetness and Britpop melancholia.

Wednesday at Sleeping Village was Dazy’s Chicago debut, and hearing the songs in a full band setting felt familiar and new at the same time. Dazy’s trademark concision was in full-form; slated to go on at 11:00 P.M., the band took the stage about 12 minutes early, in the middle of their 8th song 5 minutes past their original start time. But some of their most beloved songs got that extra bit of muscle and deliberation, like the comparatively slow drums of “Deadline” and the extra meat of the snares and cymbals on “Crowded Mind (Lemon Lime)”. As a frontman, Goodson proves just as effective as he is a one-man-band mastermind. I couldn’t help but notice that he sung Militarie Gun vocalist Ian Shelton’s verse on “Pressure Cooker” slightly differently than he did his own, cleverly subverting, then matching your initial expectations. The band finished a clean sub-30 minute set with the very song that introduced me to Dazy, speedy snares replacing the drum machine intro, the guitars taking on the full psychedelic wah wahs that you might think they have from Dazy’s work with Dinosaur Jr. engineer Justin Pizzoferrato. Dazy might continue to grow and expand their sound here and there, but their roots are firm.

[amalgamgooze]

amalgam stew ii

“When I woke up this morning, I saw the whole world staring back at me. Bored, I went back to sleep.”

=====================

It’s that time again where I feel so much all at once that it becomes a delicious thought soup. I’ve found writing helps with it.

My classmates really like my writing so far, at least in the excerpts from the story I’m sharing with the class. They claim it makes them think, and that it’s so outrageously unique that it’s hard to believe I wasn’t on drugs when I wrote it.

Hah. I wish I was.

Pretty much everyone around me has told me that if they didn’t know me better, they’d assume I was on drugs. I’m not sure how to feel about that. I’m also not sure how to respond when it’s a teacher telling me that. The drug changes every time too—this time it was psychedelics. Welp. It’ll be interesting to see what happens when I finally do end up drinking and all that fun stuff.

But not yet. I still have a reputation to uphold. I think many people around me really like me for some reason, though I can’t say what I’ve done specifically to earn this respect.

Tomorrow I read my commencement speech in front of the Panel of Judgement, something my parents have already familiarized me with extensively. That is, my parents are very judgmental. Now look at me. I’ve assumed my reader is a moron. I’m sorry, reader.

Back to the speech. I’ve practiced it a bit, but not in front of anyone yet. That’s less-than-ideal. Oh well. I’ve seen one of the other kids practicing it obsessively. I wonder how they’ll feel when I beat them anyway.

Hah. Like I’ll win anyway. It’s hard to be confident in your own speech when you’ve gone through ten-ish years of speech therapy and still never officially “graduated” from it.

…

Then again, I did ace all of my Environmental Geoscience presentations last year, as well as doing lots of public speaking in front of important people with lots of money convincing them to donate to hospitals and schools.

But I’ve started bragging again. Look at me again. I’ve never done Model UN or Mock Trial, which many of these other candidates have done. All I do is sit on my ‘puter and do some science. And volleyball.

I embarrassed the opposing team at practice today with a series of incredible blocks and plays. It was honestly a great feeling. I feel a sadistic nature growing in me—I took pleasure in watching that team endure their punishment for sucking so bad against me. This isn’t the me I’m used to, but maybe it’s something that needs to be explored more.

Why am I publicizing this? Why am I willingly publishing the fact that I’m evil sometimes? Here’s a good answer—nobody I know will likely ever read this, or care enough to act on it. And anyway, it’s a prankster sort of sadistic as opposed to a psychopath sort of sadistic. Not that I’d ever intentionally plan to make anyone suffer—it’s just that my actions, which were applauded, also directly led to the compounded punishment of my victims, which also gave me guilty pleasure.

Whatever. I didn’t really have that much power in that situation. “My” “victims” are literally just players on my volleyball team that had to run sprints because I blocked them a million times. I’m no evil mastermind or “king of the shadows” or anything edgy like that.

…

It’s weird actually caring about winning this commencement speech contest and being stressed about speaking. Every other speech I’d ever done had seemed so low-stakes—why’s this one bothering me so much? I suppose I just have to like, embody clarity or something like that.

…

Again, I’ve got a funny feeling that my speech is probably gonna win, but still… it’s just this sort of like, 70% chance of success (in actuality, if they pick at random, it’s a 20% chance, but I’m feeling confident right now) where I can’t really say “ah, well I’m probably not gonna win anyway” or “I’m definitely going to win!”.

…

This speech is driving me peanut-butter-jelly-sandwich insane.

[cinema-hallucinations]

Prompt: Create a movie concept for a horror movie involving an avantgarde outré artist who meets demonic fans during a drug-induced trip. The encounter turns him into a psychotic self-mutilating visionary fuelled by pain and suffering, his own and that of others. (Note: although people will probably read parallels to the cenobites from Hellraiser, this is actually inspired by the character Beholder from the Mutant & Masterminds Meta-4 setting)

Title: Flesh Canvas

Tagline: Never has inspiration been such a horrific word

Logline: An avant-garde artist on a drug-fueled quest for "true" expression meets demonic entities who fuel his creativity with pain and suffering, turning his grotesque art exhibits into brutal, real-life murder shows. A jaded detective teams up with a mystic to stop him before his art becomes a demonic gateway.

Major Characters:

Adrian Thorne (30s): A talented but stagnant artist, frustrated by his lack of recognition. He dabbles in extreme performance art and experimental drugs.

Lilith (Voice only): A seductive but sinister demonic entity who feeds off Adrian's desperation and fuels his descent into madness.

Detective Miller (40s): A jaded detective investigating a series of increasingly disturbing "accidents" linked to Adrian's art shows.

Sister Agnes (50s): A cloistered nun with a hidden past and a deep knowledge of the occult. She becomes Miller's unlikely ally in the fight against the demonic forces.

Plot Summary:

Adrian Thorne, a talented but frustrated artist, craves a breakthrough. Obsessed with pushing boundaries and shocking audiences, he delves into the world of extreme performance art and psychedelic drugs. During a particularly intense drug-induced experience, he encounters Lilith, a demonic entity who promises him "true artistic expression."

Driven by Lilith's whispers and fueled by a newfound tolerance for pain, Adrian's art becomes increasingly disturbing. His "Flesh Canvas" series involves self-mutilation and ritualistic bloodletting, pushing the boundaries of shock and disgust. However, the "accidents" that occur during his shows are no illusion. Lilith feeds off the fear and suffering in the audience, subtly manipulating them into becoming unwitting participants in Adrian's twisted performances.

Detective Miller, investigating the bizarre deaths surrounding Adrian's shows, soon realizes this is no ordinary serial killer. The victims appear to be chosen not for personal reasons, but based on their emotional vulnerability and ability to generate fear. As Miller delves deeper, the line between performance and reality blurs. Lilith begins to torment him as well, exploiting his own past traumas to fuel the chaos.

Desperate for answers, Miller seeks help from Sister Agnes, a seemingly ordinary nun stationed at a local convent. However, Sister Agnes harbors a secret past – she was once a scholar of the occult, forced to abandon her studies after a personal encounter with demonic forces. Recognizing the signs in Adrian's work, Sister Agnes agrees to help Miller.

Together, they delve into forbidden texts and ancient rituals, piecing together Lilith's motives and the true purpose behind Adrian's "art." Sister Agnes becomes Miller's guide through the occult underworld, providing him with the knowledge and tools needed to combat the demonic influence.

The climax explodes in a horrific finale, where Adrian prepares his ultimate masterpiece – a live sacrifice that will merge his body with the demonic realm. Only a desperate gamble by Miller and Sister Agnes can stop him and send Lilith back to the abyss.

Themes:

The destructive nature of unchecked ambition.

The thin line between art and violence.

The corrupting influence of demonic entities.

Faith and the occult as opposing forces.

Visual Style:

The film utilizes a distorted and disorienting style to reflect Adrian's warped perception. Graphic violence is interspersed with surreal imagery, reflecting the demonic influence on his work. The color palette is dark and oppressive, with occasional bursts of vivid red symbolizing pain and violence.

Flesh Canvas is a disturbing and thought-provoking exploration of the dark side of artistic ambition, where a jaded detective and a mystic with a hidden past must join forces to combat a demonic threat disguised as avant-garde art.