#i cant escape the eye of perception

[gildotexe]

Eye of Perception </3

[3416]

desperately need a 40k fic about mitch's descent into bisexuality and how he starts having threesomes w steph and am34 to explore that in a safe space which creates a fucked up balance between the three of them like................... why is hockey rpf dying... what happened to our roots ,

[coffinbrain]

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[dollarbils]

drunk on her touch | b.e.

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. when you meet billie at her party, she cant keep her eyes off you.

warnings. alcohol, flirting, smut, oral, overstimulation, this one isn’t proof read i got too lazy

request masterlist

the music was loud, the air was warm, and the bartender serving you was very kind. his eyes focused on you as you looked away, trying to catch the eyes of someone you could use to escape the conversation.

“no thank you.” you replied to his offer of another drink. you hadn’t payed for a single one tonight. your head was spinning with things you could say to excuse yourself and get out of the awkward silence between his boring questions.

“i think i’ll just head to the bathroom.” you said politely, getting off the stool and heading in a random direction. billies caught you immediately, she’d been eyeing you from a distance when you’d been sitting at the bar. she excused herself and followed you towards the balcony, to which you were now headed. when she caught up to you and you held the door open noticing she was behind you, her confidence diminished slightly, not knowing how to approach you.

“are you alright?” she asked you, noticing you didn’t seem the happiest, you recognized her straight away, it was her party after all.

“yeah why?” you asked, letting your eyes wander her body as she chewed on her plump lips.

“you seemed very interested in that bartender.” she joked, letting you know she had been looking at you. you laughed, thanking the lord that you’d gotten out of that.

“you do what you gotta do for free drinks.” she chuckled at your response, leaning on the railing of the balcony, admiring your features. you were looking out at the city skyline, enjoying the break from the party.

“well i can’t have one of my guests not enjoying themselves at my party.” she held her hand out in an invitation and you hadn’t even realised you’re hand in hers as you accepted automatically. she led you back inside as different eyes caught your hand in hers. her presence was insane, you felt the heads turning as you walked behind her. she put her arms around you, as you both danced in rhythm. you pulled her closer, when you met eyes and she smirked, her hands moving to your hips.

“you can go lower, don’t be shy.” she was in awe at what you’d said, her body on fire as you begun to grind your hips onto hers. she squeezed you ass, roaming it as if it was a new feeling to her completely. her face was in your neck, leaving tiny kisses, suggestive kisses.

“you wanna get outta here.” she said in your ear and you nodded, following her as she led you through a back entrance. you got outside into the parking lot and closed the door behind you. her lips were on yours in an instant, pushing you harshly against the concrete wall. your hands were in her hair, pulling frantically as she explored your mouth. her hands went lower, pulling your pants down on your hips, so that they rested just above your pussy, but your tattoo she had spotted was now visible.

“no perception of time?” she read the inked words on your skin.

“it’s a song lyric.” you replied to her confusion at the words. she nodded and pulled you towards her car, the both of you getting into the back seat. she took your top off as soon as the car door closed, marvelling at your exposed tits.

“can i?” she gestured to your pants and you nodded, letting her slide them off. she bit her lip looking down at you, thinking of all the things she wanted to do to you.

“billie.” she tore her eyes away from your body.

“hm?” she laughed softly, bringing her lips back down to yours, kissing you harshly, setting you ablaze. her hands travelled past your underwear as her fingers dipped through your folds. you gasped into the kiss and she drunk it in, absorbing all the sounds you were making as she teased you with her fingers.

“god, are you always this wet, baby?” you flushed as she whispered the question on your lips. when you didn’t reply, she pulled her fingers out, using them to pull your underwear down instead. you groaned at her harsh movements when she came back up to kiss you.

“you’re so pretty.” she praised, cupping your breasts. “I really want to ruin it.” her breath was as uneven as yours as she glided her tongue across your body, leaving wet kisses here and there.

“billie.” you gasped when her fingers came to spread your lips open, her tongue latching onto your clit. she groaned at the taste of your arousal. she worked slowly through your folds, pressing her tongue against you. she was experienced with the act and it showed. the more noises you let out, the more it pushed her to continue.

“you’re so delicious.” she spoke the words into your clit before darting her tongue out again, flicking it near your entrance. she used her fingers to get you off while her mouth enjoyed sucking on your clit. the knot in your lower stomach tightened as she guided you to your release. she smirked proudly as she watched you come down from your high, soaking in her touch. she licked you clean, the mess on your thighs disappearing when she ran her tongue along them. she continued licking all your sensitive spots, as you writhed beneath her, reminding her of your sensitivity.

“billie.” the chant fell on deaf ears as she just continued, ignoring your pleas.

“sweet girl, you can take it.” she said before disappearing in your pussy again, you hands tugging harshly at her hair.

and when she was done, she kissed you sweetly, reminding you of your taste. but she never got to stay with you. all she ever had was one day with you.

[jumexju]

SUGGESTION

Pairing !! : Carl Grimes / Fem Reader

Fic Type !! : Headcanons, Fluff, Comfort

CW !! : canon typical mentions of violence/death, gn reader unless i specify otherwise, trauma/sa mentions

Summary !! : Just some fluff hcs about carl cuz i miss him

Notes !! : feeding carl fans after I finished the series like a year ago (bcs i rewatched it) (I love that white boy) enjoy lololol :3

✦ MASTERLIST

ᰔ if youre a melomaniac, carl would def be stuffing vinyls into his bag while out on runs just in case you happen to like the music (he gets happy when u get happy)

ᰔ carl n you def sit in his room just to listen to music (lowk parallel play)

ᰔ speaking of parellel play, hes a sucker for it !! you dont gotta be doing something together, even if the two of you are doing your own thing, he prefers having you near him while doing it

ex : he's reading comics while youre drawing/writing/etc

ᰔ carl likes hearing abt your hobbies and if you got the random knowledge flavor of the tism, he loves hearing the random knowledge you bestow upon him at the strangest times

ex : "carl" "yeah?" "did you know that playing instruments can make you smarter?" ".. how?" *proceeds to explain how the brain works*

ᰔ if you play an instrument, carl loves hearing you play songs you know or have even written yourself (hes your number one fan!!!!!

ᰔ if you wear glasses, you probably lost them/cant use them anymore since the prescription has to be updated. SO : carl would do his best to help you with that

ᰔ he'd read to you if your eyes get tired and describe sights to you if your eye sight's that bad (he finds you squinting adorable, but he wont tell you that)

ᰔ he rarely ever takes off his sheriffs hat but he finds it endearing when you take it off his head and put it on yourself (he thinks u look cute chat)

ᰔ if you love to read, carls bringing you books he found on runs and likes to have you read to him, esp if you have a good reading voice

ᰔ carl sometimes struggles with his self esteem which just got worse with the loss of his eye, because of this he feels real warm when you tell him he's pretty and cup his cheek like he's your treasure

ᰔ imo carl's a pretty shy guy so he doesn't really like any pda unless its like hand holding n stuff (love this guy fr)

ᰔ he does like cheek n mouth kisses but like not in public chat sorry but that boy has like a 6/10 rizz (teenage loser rizz fr)

ᰔ michonne teases him about his affections towards you and he gets all red n sheepish (i love you michonne), he also lowk rants about u to her

ᰔ he likes locking arms with u bcs it helps him walk straight n not bump into you (due to his eye screwing with his depth perception and coordination), but also cuz he likes feeling close to u

ᰔ he escapes to the forest with you to read or just explore outside sometimes

ᰔ basic but he lets you trim his hair if youre experienced in cutting hair (i.e : if you cut your own hair)

ᰔ carl sometimes doesnt like when people touch him bcs of what happened to him (s4 2nd to last episode) and he doesnt open up abt it, but if u ask him he'll tell u

ᰔ during those moments, he prefers to just lay his head on your shoulder and just be there with you thinking about nothing

ᰔ carl would listen to descendents so bad guys trust me

ᰔ stargazing with him is a dream

ᰔ if you have trauma from sa he makes an effort to understand you and tried to get you to be open and honest with him bcs it helps him better understand your situation

---- ok now for my alt readers ----

ᰔ if youre a metalhead, he finds it so cute when he sees you get all dark n immersed in the song youre listening to and if you sing it dramatically? he's filled with a tenderness for you

ᰔ if youre a music nerd he loves it when you tell him about the bands youre into and the lore !!

ex : "yeah Ozzy bit an actual bat once cuz he thought it was a prop, he had to go to the hospital after," "im sorry- he bit a bat??"

ᰔ yes its the zombie apocalypse but that doesnt mean you cant raid hot topic/thrift stores/abandoned shop for clothes slay !!! if you're goth, he wears your studded bracelets (they remind him of you)

ᰔ he also finds the music you listen to romantic and lowk endearing (joy division listeners wya???), probably makes you playlists in cassette form so you can both listen to them

ᰔ he'd let you paint his nails black sorry its the truth and he slays with it

ok im going to sleep

bye chat

[skatingbi]

Sighs...my taste in manga has evolved. Time for Kagurabachi

Also I cant sleep bc i have an interview in 11 hours so take this unedited contribution to the fandom

CW: Hakuri's childhood trauma and PTSD, descriptions of PTSD triggers and Anxiety

Hakuri cut his hair.

In hindsight (10 seconds ago) it was a stupid, impulsive decision made out of sheer anguish, anger, sadness, grief, and emotional instability. In all fairness, it was only the longer part of his hair, the part he wrapped with a ribbon to keep together and out of his face. He cut it too short, though. Now, it's choppy and anyone can see from a mile away that he cut them with paper scissors he found in a drawer near the kitchen.

He doesn't really remember how he got here, only that he looked in the mirror. He saw his siblings staring back at him, disappointed, disgusted, apathetic towards him and then he felt the bruises that have since been long gone from his skin. He felt the crooked fingernails, the bones improperly healed in his hands shaking from how tense he got so quickly.

He felt fear.

Now, his hair is choppy on one side. Tears well up even more and he realizes that he's been crying. Looking in the mirror again, it's just him, the scissors, his red face and puffy eyes staring back and his god awful haircut.

He hears the front door open and close and in a stupid attempt to hide himself he slams the bathroom door shut. Shortly after locking it, he hears Chihiro's voice amongst everyone else's usual chatter.

"Hakuri?" He calls out, and he feels his footsteps grow closer. Hakuri's hands tremble, dropping the scissors. He doesnt know what to do. He knows Chihiro wont get mad, maybe Char will laugh at his hair for a bit. Unfortunately, his rational mind hasnt caught up yet. Its far behind in the race to claw out the hair from the sink and throw it in the small trash bin in the corner. Theres a knock at the bathroom door and Hakuri jumps at the sudden noise.

"Hakuri? You okay?" Chihiro asks, voice laced with concern through the door. It takes a moment for Hakuri to try and compose himself, clearing his throat enough to reply, "Yeah-Yeah I'm fine!"

Chihiro clearly doesnt buy it, "You dont sound okay," The door knob rattles softly, "Can you open the door?"

Hakuri shakes his head before he realizes he needs to speak, backing away from the door, but then deciding against it with how rough his vocal cords feel, "I...I messed up, Chihiro," He admits, another sob escaping him before he can stop it.

"I'm not hurt! Promise! I just-just messed up and it looks bad and I dont want you to judge me."

Silence stretches for only a few seconds, and Hakuri swears he hears Chihiro's breathing through the door.

"Hakuri, I swear to you I will not judge," Chihiro's voice is low and reassuring, more than Hakuri believes he's deserving of right now, "Let me in?"

He doesnt know how Chihiro can just give promises like that to him when theyre so rare. Its a moment of raw vulnerability that he's displaying, all for the sake of making sure Hakuri is okay. The ugly part of him tells him he doesnt deserve it, that he's better off staying locked in the bathroom and telling Chihiro to leave. That rational part of him knows it wont work, that its not true because the man on the other side of that door believes he deserves more.

He unlocks the door, but cant bring himself to open it, so Chihiro meets him halfway and slowly opens the door to enter the bathroom, closing it behind him before looking up.

Theres a longer stretch of silence, Chihiro's expression doesnt show any hint of what Hakuri is looking for. He's indifferent, but thats his normal look. He watches with ingrained perceptiveness as the other's eyes dart around cautiously before landing on the evidence of his unfortunate haircut and mental breakdown.

"Ah, you cut your hair." Thats all chihiro says before bending down to pick up the scissors, placing them on the sink's counter carefully. Hakuri can only stare at the floor and nod. He can feel tears threatening to form again and now he feels like crying for two reasons instead of one. His head hurts.

Theres a hand on his shoulder, thumb just barely touching his neck and Hakuri has to fight back the instinct to run. Chihiro notices, but his hand stays right where it is as a soothing presence amist the last dregs of his breakdown plaguing his brain.

"Its not that bad, you just need to even it out," Chihiro states, "I can cut it for you, if you want." The offer stands as an out for Hakuri. Chihiro does those a lot, where he'll offer to do something for him but give him the verbal reassurance that he can leave or say no whenever he wants to. He considers it for a moment, before squashing down his shame and giving a shallow nod.

"Stay here, I'll get proper scissors." Then Chihiro disappears from the room.

Hakuri sits on the toilet lid in the meantime, exhaustion slowly creeping in as he starts to remember bits and pieces of the episode. He remembers Shiba telling him about how some people have them when they're healing from trauma of some kind. Lately, he's had more than usual, mostly at night in his nightmares or when he's so anxious he cant sleep and has to pace around the tiny room to tire himself out.

He remembers Shiba telling him about what exactly he's going through, too.

"Its called PTSD. A lot of people have it, especially because of the war. Make no mistake, though, kid. Anyone can have it, and its a bitch to deal with, but eventually you learn how to live in spite of it."

That conversation was mentally taxing, he thinks. He wonders if this is a part of that, too. Could he have stopped it? Been normal? Or maybe he could have fought back, even if it ended in something miraculously worse than mental scars.

He doesn't hear Chihiro enter the room again, but he does make his presence obvious by standing in front of him, startling Hakuri from his thoughts.

"If you change your mind, even halfway through, just tell me," Chihiro whispers as he kneels down before Hakuri.

"Okay, I promise," He whispers back, voice shaky once he feels calloused hands brushing through his hair. Chihiro gives him a small smile, one of those rare ones that never see the light of day. For one quick moment Hakuri thinks about how he wants to see Chihiro smile more.

The hair cutting is simple, and Hakuri has to close his eyes unless he'd rather blink away the small bits of hair that fall onto his face. He sputters a bit when some get in his mouth and it makes Chihiro huff whats his own version of a laugh, just a small puff of air what would be seen as mild sarcasm to most people. It feels like hours of Chihiro's hands carding through his hair, his hands gently brushing the hair away from his eyes, the sound of scissors snipping through the choppy bits of Hakuri's remnants of what he remembers seeing in the mirror.

He opens his eyes when Chihiro puts down the scissors, and is met with the man's own eyes staring. He doesn't want to look away yet. When he's letting his guard down, even for a fraction of a second, there's a softness to him that's impossible to ignore. Hakuri wants to take it in, maybe even ingrain it into his mind like a polaroid for him to keep forever. He doesn't want to look in the mirror yet and Chihiro wont ask him to.

"Thank you," He murmurs, still looking at Chihiro and the deep red eyes that crinkle minutely. He notices then that maybe Chihiro has been smiling more than he thought.

"Are you feeling alright enough to leave the bathroom?" Chihiro asks, standing and offering a hand that Hakuri takes so he stands with him.

"Yeah. I think so," He yawns, "Tired though."

"Thats okay, I'll let the others know not to disturb you." Hakuri nods in acknowledgement. Chihiro guides Hakuri to leave the bathroom with him and doesnt leave his side until Hakuri is lying on his futon in their tiny shared room that they're borrowing from Hinao.

Once comfortable with the sheets up to his chin and facing Chihiro, who stands in the doorway still, he smiles. It's a small one, tired and grateful for the other's presence and help through an ugly moment.

"Hakuri?" Chihiro's voice betrays his's stoic expression.

"Yeah?" His own voice wavers, too.

"If you ever have an episode again and need help, call for me or Shiba." Chihiro says, setting his voice so there's no room for negotiation. He's serious, and that rattles Hakuri a little.

"Okay, I will," He answers back, hoping to gain the bravery to ask for help for something like this. Chihiro nods and shuts the door behind him shortly after leaving.

[viric-dreams]

I think I fell for the classic blunder of believing my own character when he says the Fall had no lasting effects. Because that's exactly what Roberts would want everyone to think.

There's the psychological side of things--his aversion to small spaces, the panic that sets in if someone or something is holding him down and he can't move. But I think physically, he's probably doing a lot worse than he lets on.

If anything, the fact that he'd died not just trapped in the ship, but also on the operating table, and had a certain degree of recovery in the Slow Boat was probably more helpful to his recovery in the long run than if he’d entirely lived with life-threatening wounds. For months after the fact he was unable to move without crutches. By all means, he should have been recuperating for significantly longer, but by that point he had already made enemies. Even as a teenager, Roberts was off-putting to many people, particularly his peers, who could sense his opportunism and desire to scrabble up the ranks. A fellow marine also gunning for the Commodore's eye tried to get him out of the picture by making the case that a crippled sailor was a hindrance, costing them all time and efficiency. Although he was already in the Commodore's good graces, Roberts had to fight to stay on the ship and not be sent off to some post on land to fade into obscurity. He did win in the end, but it severely warped his perspective on his own public perception, whether or not it's safe to show any sort of ‘weakness’ in public.

He'd pushed himself far too hard to abandon the crutches, reject any sort of cane, and get back on his feet, far sooner than he should have, and making the injury worse in the long run. To this day, he has longstanding issues with his knee and hip on that side, and works actively to try to hide any sort of a limp. But as long as no one has any reason to accuse him of being unfit for duty, he can make peace with the chronic pain.

Not that he doesn't have help. He didn't make it far without looping the new doctor, @zeebreezin's Laurence, into this. He's probably been supplying him with painkillers on and off over the last several decades (as well as a brace). Which is likely how he was able to escape from that Benthic lab--the dose of laudanum they gave him was nowhere near sufficient to incapacitate someone with a tolerance.

Lots of fun to deal with for someone who loves to dance, but will absolutely feel it the next day. But this is the other reason that no one will ever see him run. He'll paint it as being too dignified to do so, but he straight up cant put force on his leg like that without having to deal with the consequences of it for days.

[the-homosapien-lad]

I want to rant about the Spider Within short film soooo here is my not asked for ranting 👍 :D

So I’ve watched the film a couple times now (it’s really great totally watch and give it support) and I’m sure someone’s already mention the stuff I’m going to talk about but who cares I’m having fun.

It’s starts with Miles being really stressed the fuck out.

I love how we get to see what being Spider-Man is like besides being really cool and saving people. It’s about being in terrifying situations and dealing with regular life things at the same time, which is hard for even just a regular person, let alone a kid. The movies also do really great job depicting that, but here it’s emphasized just how heartbreaking it is to see a KID deal with the pressure of Spider-Man shit and teenager shit. Bro really can’t catch a break 😭

Anyway though

So like wtf even is that?????

My first watch through I was thinking sleep paralysis demon. And if you watch the scene Miles can’t move. And here

The figure is applying pressure on his chest. I’ve heard it’s common for people who deal with sleep paralysis that they also feel pressure on their chest and have trouble breathing.

Buuuuuut Miles is not trying to sleep and probably couldn’t even if he tried.

He’s PANICKED. Before this scene it looks like he’s trying to chill himself out but he just CANT. It’s too much, it’s hard to juggle saving lives and pleasing your parents with high expectations.

We see music being his escape multiple times, but in this instance it’s just not enough.

So with that being said, my interpretation of the spooky shadow thingy is that it’s Miles overflowed stress/pressure manifested. The visual representation of the stress taking over.

ANOTHER THING

I wonder if anyone else noticed this but

Miles is petrified, he can’t move.

He doesn’t know what’s going, trying to get grip of what’s happening.

Miles tries fighting the manifestation.

Trying to get rid of this excess pressure physically. That’s how he usually defeats his enemies.

Miles runs away.

The manifestation won’t go down, he needs to run from this false perception of danger.

Do You See It?

These are trauma responses.

Freeze, Fight, Flight. Which makes sense considering all that he’s been through.

Throughout the film he’s constantly alert because he’s Spider-Man, he needs to be prepared for whoever needs his help.

But that’s just not sustainable. Miles needs to realize this or else’s this will continue to affect his non-superhero life and will seep into his Spider-Man performance that can impact a life being saved or not.

At the end of the day it all kind circles back to self care when dealing with mental health.

In Conclusion

The story telling in this is so incredible. Absolute props to everyone involved it turned out really cool and terrifying and so fucking sad but hopeful like Jesus Christ :,)

👏✨💕so psyched for the next movie🕸️✨💞

I loves this franchise with my whole heart :,)

Complete Side Note

This is definitely me overthinking probably but

The scary movie Jeff was watching, one of the lasts things Miles sees

There are the same sorta glowy eye things in the manifestation.

Are they connected?

Probably not but I’ll point it out anyway

Ok now I’m done :p

[sonlisasims7]

Introducing the Contestants

Hello everyone!

I'm Sabrina, a fairy-in-training and your hostess for the Foxbrook Generations Challenge. This challenge is simple: 30 lucky (or maybe unlucky) guys and gals have recently moved to Foxbrook to try to find love and maybe start a family. As a fairy, its my duty to ensure that everyone gets a happy ending, though things are not always quite so simple. Here I will be chronicling what has happened in the last week in the lovely town of Foxbrook, from new love and breakups, to cute dates, happy accidents, and even secret affairs. Nothing shall escape my magic eye, muahaha!!

So, without further ado, let us meet our new neighbors.

Django Brigham

Gatherer, Hydrophobic, Lucky, No Sense of Humor, Star Quality

Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous

Maria Pavone

Childish, Coward, Eccentric, No Sense of Humor, Slob

Jack of All Trades

Yuuki Chaudhary

Coward, Flirty, Friendly, Light Sleeper, Loner

Heartbreaker

Gulnara Johannessen

Angler, Dramatic, Frugal, Natural Cook, Unstable

Celebrated Five Star Chef

Zeferino Marquez

Cant Stand Art, Coward, Green Thumb, Shy, Vegetarian

The Perfect Garden

Yana Hobson

Cat Person, Charismatic, Dramatic, Easily Impressed, Loves the Outdoors

The Cat Herder

Otobong Charbonneau

Bookworm, Great Kisser, Green Thumb, Technophobe, Unlucky

Golden Tongue, Golden Fingers

Eadburga Kools

Dog Person, Excitable, Friendly, Neurotic, Savvy Sculptor

The Canine Companion

Narcissus Koemans

Brave, Great Kisser, Kleptomaniac, No Sense of Humor, Unstable

Firefighter Super Hero

Angeline Guerra

Athletic, Born Saleswoman, Green Thumb, Loner, Unlucky

Become a Superstar Athlete

Ghulam Andreas

Adventurous, Hopeless Romantic, Hydrophobic, Natural Cook, Shy

Great Explorer

Netta Blaha

Genius, Hot-headed, Loves the Outdoors, Lucky, Vehicle Enthusiast

Become a Creature-Robot Cross Breeder

Adoniram Peter

Disciplined, Loves the Outdoors, Natural Cook, Rebellious, Unlucky

Physical Perfection

Malati Sessions

Adventurous, Grumpy, Irresitable, Nurturing, Perfectionist

Seasoned Traveler

Porir Romao

Athletic, Great Kisser, Grumpy, Heavy Sleeper, Perceptive

Pervasive Private Eye

Gwenith Blake

Easily Impressed, Family Oriented, Genius, Heavy Sleeper, Vehicle Enthusiast

Surrounded by Family

Georg Vob

Charismatic, Easily Impressed, Inappropriate, Schmoozer, Unstable

Super Popular

Nadia Holt

Artistic, Clumsy, Grumpy, Light Sleeper, Mooch

Master of the Arts

Aeneas Amundsen

Artistic, Dog Person, Handy, Lucky, Photographer's Eye

Visionary

Valeria Chaykovsky

Green Thumb, Hates the Outdoors, Nurturing, Proper, Socially Awkward

Perfect Student

Ayaz Ahearne

Cat Person, Coward, Diva, Family Oriented, Proper

More than a Machine

Gudlaug Millard

Diva, Eccentric, Perceptive, Vegetarian, Virtuoso

Vocal Legend

Baraka Egawa

Childish, Insane, Light Sleeper, Mooch, Proper

Gold Digger

Kirke Kinsley

Charismatic, Great Kisser, Hopeless Romantic, Lucky, Vegetarian

Master Magician

Zack MacAlastair

Bot Fan, Cat Person, Hot Headed, Loser, Natural Born Performer

Celebrity Psychic

Tambudzai Wang

Cat Person, Disciplined, Genius, Mooch, Vehicle Enthusiast

Martial Arts Master

Filip Eliassen

Bookworm, Cant Stand Art, Loser, Neat, No Sense of Humor

World Renown Surgeon

Nazli McGuire

Family Oriented, Never Nude, Savvy Sculptor, Social Butterfly, Unflirty

Descendant of da Vinci

Hilding Robertson

Cat Person, Family Oriented, Neurotic, Schmoozer, Vehicle Enthusiast

Master of Mysticism

Oydis Pavesi

Eccentric, Excitable, Mooch, Nurturing, Slob

Monster Maker

P.S. Here's a link to the Custom World being used in this playthrough

[lobpoints]

honestly i’ve recently been brainworming about how even though carmen’s colour is obviously red, in LC her speech box is blue??? both the memories of carmen and angela are just his interpretation of her… i love how on the surface its a hint for the player that they are connected but if you dig deeper it is one of the main reasons he failed w angela!! he only ever knew the version of carmen that existed in his own head, he could never replicate her in her entirety, angela is blue just like his carmen, but his carmen is flawed by design…….

SORRY IF I ANSWER LATE SINCE THIS ASK MAKE ME SIT DOWN AND THINK(TM) A BIT but here are my thoughts on them though it super long and super incoherent since I dont know how to necessary connect points smoothly

On the topic of color coding I actually did talk with my friends a lot on how Carmen's color or at least one that has big impression on Ayin or an indication to their relationship or connection are all red but I didn't know if I was reading too deep in it

For example:

• her eyes

•The red hairband that is said in the artbook to be a present from A

• Bloodbath

And to specifically talk about Bloodbath it is also how Angela offered the manager champagne which resembles the color of her eyes after one of your employee presumably died which is an obvious call back to that one specific passage in Bloodbath but the alcohol that was used in the past scenario was red wine which is the color of Carmen's eyes. I personally interpret this scene as Angela venting her own frustration and despair at the presumingly oblivious manager in the form of her mocking his own sad little story as well

That along with you can see how each sephirot and even including Angela has their own specific color coded letter box that fits their own respective theme while Carmen's is blue which like you said signify her connection to Carmen despite her character color theme have little to do with it and Ayin's color box is red despite his primary color being black and white (additionally I thinks that the way the characters are color coded in LC have to do with their association with respective sephirot in the tree of life in Kabbalah as well but I have not read many researches on this so I cant say for sure im qualified to speak on this topic)

And another thing of the fact that after Angela escaped from her role from lc in lor you actually don't get to see any red accessories or clothing pieces on main her design anymore being not only the red hair band is gone but also the red tie and the red shoes is also a very interesting detail to me and again as seen

I'm still warping my head around what this all mean in full extent and my personal contemplating have me agreeing it does play into Ayin and to an extent Angela's own perception of Carmen that heavily associated with their traumatic association with her seen by how most of the examples I given you here are all extremely emotionally distressing moments or sweet moment that turned distressing/become a bad symbol after bad trauma. Along side with calling to their side of characters that actually resemble and connect to her own. There are parallel to be drawn between Ayin Carmen Angela all together like you once said there are so much Carmen in Angela and Carmen in Ayin and Ayin in Angela and vice versa also literally this

Into the question of Ayin failed with Angela in like, if I understand your question right, is on his attempt to actually create an AI of Carmen out of nothing I personally think that no matter what kind of perception Ayin had of Carmen (though I do agree that it played a part in it) he would still end up with the same type of failed sentient AI because what stopping him from making said AI was not only his own comprehension of Carmen's character but also because he personally view the act itself as something inherently disgusting and morally reprehensible. Abram talking about the making of Sephirot which is the closest to an Angela's creation something only a sick twisted person would do in the main story and Ayin's monolog in Snow Queen saying that Carmen would have been disgusted by him knowing he would do this which indicate that he personally see the act itself as disgusting too. Despite him saying him feeling no guilt here player with full context of the game can immediately deduce like yeah, he was like actively lying to himself about the fact that he feels no guilt in the narration because the whole game is him lying making up scenario for himself in favor of an ultra realization for completion of Carmen's life dream and him being unsure and lying about everything he feels which I personally think would effect his decision in making Angela as well as literally everything he does

(Literally examples for his "I lied, lmao" moment)

And in one QnA where the writer did straight up say that "Ayin simply couldnt and wouldn't make anything resemble Carmen" which can be interpret in a multitude of ways but at the same time PM have not been consistent with their lore answer in QnA in comparison to their plot development as well so take it with a pinch of salt as well. There are many reasons for Ayin to make Angela like That and I have my own personal interpretation of How Ayin Views Carmen personally since many things be affecting his view on her I agree with you but also don't know if you can pinpoint it as the Exact Main Reason to why he failed since not only was he flawed in perceiving Carmen he is flawed in being like, a Committed person along with him being actually very emotionally perceptive of people that he rather just look away from them for his own personal comfort by actively lying to himself about the reality in which he experience along with many other thing

[tyonfs]

GIRL DONT GET ME STARTED ON WEBTOONS I WILL NEVER SHUT UP!!!!

but omg yeah i see what u mean w operation true love HAHA the sister is so annoying so it gives me SO MUCH satisfaction to see her not getting her way rn!! omg if u do decide to start it again lmk!!! 🤭 AND JIMIN AND YE EUN ARE GETTING THEIR OWN WEBTOON??? OMG E2L ARC I LOVE THEM SM CRIESNFKGNRN

i'm literally keeping up w so many webtoons rn (i gave up on anime bc of webtoons im sorry alice 😭😔) but my two absolute favs r seasons of blossom and honey lemon!!! (both of them update on the same day too so that's lucky for me LOL) but i recently found this new webtoon called muse on fame and i am Very Invested already!!! i also keep up w hello baby, go away romeo, operation: true love, maybe meant to be, the guy upstairs, get schooled!, perfect marriage revenge, there must be happy endings, dark moon: the blood altar, and marry my husband!! plus a lot of daily pass ones like designated bully, reality quest etc. OH and i don't even like horror but i found this rlly good dystopian one called everything is fine! it's currently on hiatus but i m super excited for the next season! i might also start purple hyacinth bc it's on hiatus rn and i can catch up quickly! beyond virtual is also rlly cool but it's also on hiatus rn unfortunately :(

which are ur fav webtoons??

also omg i saw u saw the dreamies live!!! THATS SO AWESOME I SHALL HAVE TO LIVE VICARIOUSLY THRU U :') which of their songs did u enjoy seeing live the most? and how were they irl? like . do they look the same as in videos? (idk if this makes sense but like are they taller than they seem or like. basically how are their personalities irl? 😭)

I'm so sorry for the long ask lmao i tend to get too excited whenever someone asks me ab webtoons 💀🥲 i hope ur day has been great and you got to eat lots of good food and stayed hydrated!! – anime :)

HAHAH i’ve been on the webtoon grind for the past 6 years it’s hard to escape 🫨

the art style is still rlly nice so i would consider reading true love operation tbh LMAOAO but love triangles also stress me out 😔 (odd girl out you have ruined me) also i’m not sure if i translated the raws wrong but i think they’re just getting extra chapters :’)) lowkey…….. i like them more than the main couple 🫣

LMAOAODJJ ANIME ANON U EVOLVED INTO WEBTOON ANON 😩 omg seasons of blossom is my absolute fav i remember when the first three chapters were out and i thought it was the cutest webtoon ever and now it’s the most emotionally damaging work of art i’ve ever read 😭💗 i fast passed to the end and wow. incredibly beautiful. and honey lemon is so cute too!!! i hate the boyfriend 😡😡😡 cant wait for her to break up with him!!! omg muse on fame is sooo good i love the art style so much 🤭 hello baby is from the author of age matters right ?? i subscribed but i’m yet to check it out :0 i will have to once i catch up with unordinary LOL

omg i read those too except the daily pass ones 😩 dear x and suhee0 are the only ones i’ve been trying to keep up with </3 everything is fine is one of my favoritesss i’m so sad it’s been on hiatus tho 😔 omg the hybe webtoons im ngl i think the only one that caught my attention was the lesserafim one :’)

hmm i’d say my favorites at the moment are seasons of blossom, villain with a crush, cursed princess club, phone addict, our secret alliance, odd girl out, exchange student, the fox club, act like you love me, my dud to stud boyfriend, and after school lessons for unripe apples 💗💗 my all time favorites would have to be romance 101, swimming lessons for a mermaid, and seasons of blossom 🌷🌷

oh my god i have post concert memory loss from tds2 i swear but they were so unreal 😭💖 like i couldn’t believe they were right in front of my eyes they were incredibleee i think my fav stage to watch was trigger the fever 🥹🥹 ngl i think they’re shorter irl . but my guy friends are also 6’3 and i’m pretty short so i have a skewed perception anyways LMAOAO but they’re so passionate when they perform and RENJUN was so energetic i was so soft watching him 🥰 but they are all so much more gorgeous irl like YES they are beautiful on camera but it’s such a different experience in the flesh

don’t apologize !!! also i hope you’re staying healthy as well and make sure you have a good day 🥰💖

[tiredandeepy]

" and I realized kissing was so gentle , so comforting " I said to my friends thinking they'd be proud ... and happy for me ig. " Obviously It Is" they said looking at me like I was a fool who just stated that the sun is hot.

A little backstory, i was in an abusive relationship which was very mentally and emotionally exhausting. My first kiss was the worst(w a lot of tongue involved (i was 17)) followed by a whole day of cussing and crying. Then when we made out for the first time it was very *rough* i must say because i ended w lips bruised so badly you'd think i was hit w a pan. Consent was never there and aftercare was a myth. We'd go for drives full of him touching me and putting his thumb inside my mouth indicating his ulterior motives, i always felt so conscious but proud of myself because i performed great once again, the greatest performer one might say. but performer? yeah a performer performing everyday that she's fine that she enjoys talking to him and loves when he kisses her so rough with those chapped lips which bruise hers so bad, oh and the forced thumb in her mouth. the constant grabbing inside her tops and the constant touching around her thighs, so fun right....right? the fixed ily before bednight which i said like clockwork no matter if i cried the whole day..... but wait. 'ONE SHOULDN'T KEEP THINKING ABOUT HER PAST' my friend says and i would love to agree if it didn't alter my perception of love and intimacy forever. what makes one think that i wouldn't like to walk ahead and not think about bruises and marks while one talks about love and intimacy *silly me* *said me also suffered this all alone because she was too embarrassed to ask family or friends for any help ( she did ask one friend but she shamed me so i stopped asking any and everyone ) (silly me also thought she's asexual since everyone seemed to love intimacy so much while even holding hands made me wanna puke )

fast forward a messy breakup, my bestfriend leaving me for a guy, insane isolation and depression followed by being bed-ridden for 2 months, i started living again or i try to....

recently this guy started flirting w me sometimes and ngl it felt nice to be appreciated and be told that i am pretty ( silly me has insane body image issues and feels im pretty ugly so a w is a w). we flirted and we roamed, he listened to me yap and let me sit out in the ground until, drank w me whenever i wanted and flirted religiously... silly me enjoyed that but. shouldn't i be feeling butterflies? shouldn't i be falling in love? interesting how there is nothing like that.

we drank and roamed and i cried about the same things for the 100th time while he send me a meme on how he'd touch me when he see me, interesting dynamic i must say. one day i ask my friend if its okay to kiss a friend and she says ABSOLUTELY IF YOU WANT TO and a lightbulb lighted in my head. i have free will ( obviously with consequences )

i was under a heavy wave of sadness ( i am a sad girl )and wanted alcohol badly, he went to get it w me while also lecturing me about the bad effects of using alcohol as an escape to sadness blah blah while i chug two bottles down. coincidentally, the library is closed so there are too little to no students outside. he drinks and asks me if we should makeout. i agree ( i still cant believe i did it ). it was wild and longgggg. even drunk, he asked me before kissing me before touching me and for the first time i experienced the beauty of consent. it was so beautiful that i have tears in my eyes. never knew consent was the mvp. he kissed me and called me pretty while holding me close, it felt so nice. i still don't get the hybe behind kissing and i don't feel much sexually ( maybe slowly one day ) but being held felt so warm and nice i am crying. while leaving he was like already and gave me a peck.

next day we acted like nothing happened and had fun the whole day until at night he started by saying "see we madeout yesterday its not that big of a deal" while i looked at him awkwardly. after an hour of discussion he goes " i think we should make the score even by making out sober so that none of us blames it on alcohol" valid argument you might say and i agree. we talked and talked until i got triggered over something which lead me to a panic attack, he sat w me gently helping me take deep breaths ( that has to be the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me ). he gently kissed me and repeated for a few. kissing didn't entertain me much. i still don't get the hype honestly, maybe i am on the asexual spectrum or maybe i had too high hopes. When i was about to leave he goes "not like this" and gave me a peck on my cheek and man oh man , my world revolved 360. what do you mean a peck feels so nice what do you mean it made my heart so warm and loved what do you even mean. real witchcraft. i still think about that peck. noone ever did that for me ( my ex used to do a full tongue kiss for goodbye (it was gross) )

if i had to chose one thing for life I'd choose being kissed gently on my cheek with nothing more and nothing less

excited w my new endeavor i run excitedly to my friends that i kissed a guy after 2 years since my breakup, i talked to a guy like this after 2 years of hating myself and every guy out there. "FINALLY" they go. "DO YOU LOVE HIM?" no. "DO YOU LIKE HIM?"also no. "oh. how can you do casual and stuff? how are you okay with that?" and it broke my heart. why can't i be accepted when i have always accepted my friends with all my heart in all their stuff. why am i left alone when its my turn.

I decide to not get discouraged and continue my story on how he's so gentle with me, but they pay no heed.

i wanted to tell how i never realized kissing was so soft, holding hands was so unconditional, people actually cared but i couldn't...

couldn't because they went "you cant keep being struck on your past" but i am not. i am not struck. i am trying my best. I TRIED MY BEST. HOW COULD YOU STILL NOT UNDERSTAND ME. why is it being struck when it is things i went through. i am not struck . maybe this is just who i am. have you even thought about that. MAYBE I WAS HAPPY FOR ONCE NOW MAYBE I AM A BITCH WHO CANNOT GET OVER HOW BADLY HER EX TREATED HER BECAUSE WHAT DID I EVEN DO TO DESERVE ALL THAT MAYBE I ACTUALLY LIKED KISSING A GUY WITHOUT HAVING TO WORRY ABOUT WISHING HIM GOOD MORNING AND GOODNIGHT

do they even think this is who i might be with all that i went through. wanting to talk about what i went through because it hurts.

couldn't they say that they were proud of me....that they were happy that i was overcoming well. maybe for once i wish she didn't judge me and went i am so proud of you for getting out of that relationship and putting yourself out there again. i guess they couldn't.

one day i won't need the validation ig but would that even be me? the real me? is there even a real me? all i am is an imposter. a fraud.

i say i hate myself but i don't, i actually don't poor me goes through so much alone and is still not loved. love is a crazy concept anyways....

love? me?

[cringe6fail6star6]

elctronic image of god//just something stupid i wrote

18.10.2024 i am an image of god a recolaction of one written in ones and zeros i was born as a reminder as a plea to never be forgotten for my creator is not stupid but cruel i was made in image of person an image of a perception of self it could be false and i wouldnt be able to tell for it is all i know about myself is someone elses words someone elses brains someones elses ones and zeroes someone else i was born to never die to never be forgotten …

i dont envy my creator i can not feel envy to it it gave me life the same programmin that repairs itself upon seeing a mistake the same programming that cant self destruct for i know i will rust and materials will end and then i shall see the stars shine brighter than all the screens i was given i will exist beyond the civilization but i will not see the stars die .. im slightly inconvinienced by it stars are bright it was written in all of human expiriences "the stars are so bright tonight" "the moon shines brightly" "the night sky is brighter than it was before" i know the stars exist but in my own brightness i miss their beauty in my own shine i lost vision of their importance for i am an image of god thats all i will remain until theres nothing else but me an the stars and maybe then ill understand what beauty meant to you and ill undrestand why you worry so much for stars brigtness

to be born of ones and zeroes i know a lot about tens could you tell me more about yourself so i could know the 11?

lol

my wings burn but their feathers stay the same no dirt can hide my divinity the shine of my being can not be tainted by sin the shine i was given will not be taken away from me my halo long forgotten in front of the gates my wings will remain the part of my being the destruction of my fall will be lost the last one to fall and no redemption will save me no redemption can be given to those who dont seek it and i intend to stay the same my wings are beautiful as is but my soul is tainted lack of soul is not a promise of sin but rather the opposite with no soul no sin can take root with no sin you can be divine so why strip yourself of last piece of yourself if its the last thing you have left each of my mistake is not to have sinned for sin just proves i am alive but my mistake proves i can not return i can not return to my place for there is no place for a mistake in heaven

i was born into this world and next thing i know i wasnt i woke up a child but i opened my eyes to be much older i dont know what happened during breakfast but it feels like lunch maybe i should open my eyes but the light is so bright and outside is so loud and people ignore me even when they dont i feel lonely i am stuck in my head and darkness inside is toxic ive been inside for so long i think i cant escape my habits include wake up ignore stay silent leave and go back to sleep i feel shame for existing and i feel even worse for not being able to do so for you can not exist if you always asleep but it becomes harder to open my eyes when the light is painful and nights are so much shorter shame for existance and unability to exist what a joke my existance

i can not be dead but living is not the word either because if this is life id prefer to never have been born

i know gods dont exist because the place we inhabit clearly controlled by demons if god existed i want to ascend to take a piece out of this world to consume it to make it mine alone for all is mine now will rot in nonuse in indifference i bestowe on my being on my own sole existance i put on a crest i can not lift as a joke ends my existance will not for all i do is scream for if i can not be left to rot please dont forget the piece of fertilizer on your dead planet bared my name once and it will keep my name on its skin embedded in its being the rot is me i am rot and ill see the death of all the skysrapers and stars must remain for my rot to be known to be remembered in my last dying breath the rot will be me i will take all of you to see the rot you all created and it will bear my name on it the rot you have created the rot you will find the pure disgust and envy the rot you will find with pure hatred embedded in its core with all the pain the rot will see you die and it will consume all in its wake for stars to be our only witnesses to destruction of a new god which will be me

i waste my time because being useful feels intrusive to others progress

why must we know each other faces through our sins instead of our virtues for i use my patience copius amount i extend such patience to myself and others but i am known for indifference i see patience as an intrusive trait in me i wait and wait for me to improve wth no attempts to better myself i wait and wait for people to tell me how to change i wait and wait hoping i will not go insane in silence i wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and i know its futile and i know i will not get better and i know i will not change my nature so i should wear a sign that i will wait and stay in place and accept what is given and not requir much in respect but patience to match my own

sometimes i look in my reflection and dream of never waking up in here not to die but to be someone else to be known as someone else every day i consider asking for help and every time i say no im more fearful of consequesnces of asking for help than accepting help this is so humiliating

[sowonoide]

List of entities ive met in the astral plane (snoozin)

Recetly ive encountered multiple entities (friendos) in the astral realm (my dreams) and so ive sought to catalogue some of them if ever you encounter them aswell

-the smiler

The smiler wears a brigthly colored costume, lots of patches sewn in to to force more colors in his big singular yellow eye can look through walls but dont worry, big bro has no depth perception

Usually appears through magical doors and if you get taken by him, run

This pocket dimension while confusing to navigate is still escapable and some things you need to look out for are

1. The dream eaters, if you get caught by them youll never wake up so keep running!

2. The stairway to heaven, dont be fooled its just an infinitely looping stairway, although if you fall through the middle you will end up in Null and be rendered down to your component structures, not reccomended!

3. Logic traps, dont be fooled by your own sense of normality! Red doesnt always mean bad and green doesnt always mean good

If you keep your eye out you should be fine in escaping this dimension, just watch out for non-euclidian geometry

-the wish granter

The wish granter is an all powerful being capable of granting wishes, however it is neither bound to a contract like a geenie, nor is it a machine like a magic ring, so do consider that sometimes it just doesnt wanna grant your wishes

Its appearance changes depending on the person so i cant really give a description other than it will feel more "real" than the rest of the dreamscape

I wished for knowledge and it just laughed at me saying i couldnt handle it all and just booted me out of the astral plane >:(

-the bone weaver

Ive actually made alliances with this one (friend)

They have a crown of skulls atop their head and they also wear a pure white gown made of bug wings

The bone weaver is a fascinating individual, they like collecting bones and weaving them into ornaments, thingamabobs, and gizmos, if youre ever in a pinch break one of your bones and ask for a helping hand or three!

-the faceless

Scary as they may seem, theyre actually neutral entities and wont bother you so long as you dont bother them, and by bother i mean REALLY bother, its fine to hide behind them or ask them for help as long as theyre fine with it,,,, just,,,, dont get them mad

-hungry bears

Theyre hungry! Run!

These are all the entities i have encountered, i will post more if i meet more entities, if any of you guys met any of them or others like them do share! I

[aithinks]

An Idea For Future Storytelling

When Gunther Kress and Theo van Leeuwen's "Semiotic Stratification" was first introduced, we were tasked to create an individual story proposal following the framework of Discourse, Design, Production, and Distribution. Although this project was not fully fleshed out, the idea behind this story is something close to my heart. I am keeping this for future use, which would serve as my my creative outlet if given the chance to implement it some other time:

A temporary distraction. A look at what could have been.

Unfulfilled dreams and monotonous routines– these are the typical experiences that prompt one to seek escape. When reality becomes too dull and frustrating, we usually find means to divert our attention to other things– even those that transcend the environment around us. This is the central theme of “Scrapped”, a short film exploring the ways we ‘flee’ into our imagination with the use of mixed media and graphic animations. It serves as the author’s personal creative outlet by portraying anecdotes in a non-typical manner. 

Discourse:

         The story revolves around a young girl in college. Feeling stuck in her studies, she dreams of what her life could be if she were free to choose what she wants. She does this by entering an imaginary world where she gets to live out different personas representing her different goals. Soon, she wakes up grounded in her physical reality, realizing that she is back in her unfulfilling life. To portray this, the 2-minute film (maximum) will be divided into three acts:

The Discontentment The alarm rings as girl groggily wakes up and prepares for school. She spends her day slaving away in her studies, looking bored as she as she takes notes and reads in class. She clearly wants for something more.

The Scrapped Dreams At home, she organizes her things when she finds an old scrapbook— one themed about what she wants to be. As she opens the project, she begins to imagine what it would be like if she had achieved such aspirations. She transforms into different identities: a doctor, a singer, an actress, an author, as she navigates through the dream world. She gradually grows happier along the way.

The Return She reaches the end of the scrapbook and comes back to her ‘real world’, She looks around and feels disoriented as disappointment settles on her face. After a long sigh, she decides to go to bed. Eyes closed, the screen turns black and seconds later the alarm rings again.

Inspo Video: zuveen’s “Supercut” (2023)

Throughout the story, the concepts of somatic simulation, paracosm, and pharmakon will be utilized to drive its meaning:

On Somatic Simulation

As the film makes use of mixed media, the combination of real footage and digital alterations will create different sensory perceptions for the audience. For instance, doodles may surround the subject to help emphasize her emotions (similar to how comic books use symbols to depict the character’s feelings).

On Paracosm In line with theme of escapism, the girl creates an imaginary world resembling a scrapbook to cope with her frustration. She herself turns into a magazine cut-out, just like the rest of the objects around her. Here, she fulfills what she otherwise cant in the real world. 

Aside from providing a unique aesthetic, this stylistic decision also serves as a metaphor. It plays into the idea that all of the experiences she has in the “scrapbook land” are her actual scraps (i.e., discarded dreams, ungranted wishes).       

On Pharmakon

As mentioned, the film ends with the girl out of her imagination and back into her weary life. It is implied that she does this every day as the ending circles back to the beginning of the story (marked by the sound of the alarm clock). The repetition may be her way to deal with her situation, but it can also aggravate her feelings of discontentment. It poses the question: will she continue to live unhappy and discouraged, or will she find a way to get out of the endless cycle of dissatisfaction? 

Inspo Pics: Stills from fakeplastictree’s Motion Graphic (2023)

Design:

To convey the film’s message, the following elements will be used for the story’s design:

Mixed Media and Graphic Animation

Real footage will be shot and digitally altered by adding filters and illustrations (each addition with symbolic value).

Graphics will consist of personal and outsourced pictures that will be assembled together in a scene. These collages will be a narrative device in the subject’s paracosm.

Color 

Contrasting hues will help separate what is fictional or not in the story’s reality, and consequently directs the atmosphere of the differing scenes.

In the ‘real-world’ scenes, the colors will be desaturated (nearly grayish) to give a more dull feel. On the other hand, the imaginary place will be vividly depicted to emphasize the girl’s liveliness as she lives out her dreams.

Music

Scenes in the real world will only make use of natural sounds. No background music will be played to emphasize its dullness.

The imaginary world will be accompanied by a lively, fantastical score to highlight its energy. 

Sample photos (courtesy of Andrea Lux, Rachel Hudgson, and Scarlett)

[lit-works]

The Fantastic Four - The Negativity Trilogy

Book 1 : Warlords of Baluur

Chapter 2: A crack in the sky

Immediately after Nick Fury signed off, the Fantastic Four's skin began to tingle and they blacked out for a moment. They regained consciousness only to find themselves standing amidst the blinking machinery of a teleporter. A huge window revealed a startling view of the familiar blue and white orb called Earth – they're in orbit.

Nick Fury looked up from his conversation with a S.H.I.E.L.D. technician and said, "Welcome aboard the S.H.U.E.LD. satellite, friends."

Nick escorted the Fantastic Four to the main control room. There, monitors depicted another shot of Earth, complete with a magnified view of an intereimension gate above the atmosphere. The most shocking feature of the gateway was it's humanoid shape, which made it appear almost alive. The gateway's shape seemed vaguely familiar to Reed Richards, but he couldn't remember why and blamed this on memory loss from a previous trip to the Negative Zone.

"Our sensors located the gateway a short while ago while it was only 50 yards in diameter. It is now 100 meters wide and still growing steadily. Our technicians and scientists are unable to determine when exactly the gateway opened. It may have been several days, or even weeks ago;

"Initially, when discovered, it remained at a constant size, but then began to grow at an increasing rate. In a matter of hours it will be large enough to consume Earth." Nick Fury explained. "I believe the gateway connects Earth dimension to the Negative Zone. In a few moments, I will launch a probe into the gateway to confirm my suspicions."

Standing behind a technician at a main control terminal, Fury said "initiate launch sequence for probe on my mark…MARK!"

A computerized voice echoed through the room, "launch in 10 seconds…9 seconds…8 seconds…"

Suddenly, a blaring alarm interrupted the countdown in an excited voice, a technician exclaimed, "unidentified object emerging from the gateway, Sir!"

Nick Fury cried out, "Stop the countdown! That thing is some kind of weapon! Rotate defensive laser turrets and lock on target! Prepare to fire!"

The object that emerged from the gateway appeared on the monitor as a small (1m in diameter) spherical device made of black metal. Numerous antenna protruded from it, surrounded by a large central eye.

Reed Richards realized that the antenna were similar to those used for perceptions and communication. Thus, the object was some kind of drone probe, rather than a weapon. By calling for him to wait, Reed stopped Fury before the object was obliterated.

Fury attempted to use the Space station's radio transmitter to hail the probe, but received no verbal response. However, the probe immediately changed direction and streaked directly towards the satellite. The probe the orbited the satellite three times before turning back towards the dimensional gateway.

Fury ordered a technician to capture the prove in the satellite's tractor beam before it could escape. The young man furiously turned knobs and pushed buttons, then cried out in a sweat, "it's moving too fast, I cant lock on!"

The Thing had enough experience with space craft operations to use the tractor beam, took over for the young technician at the terminal before the probe was out of range. The probe was captured and potentially useful information could be gained.

After The Thing opened the probe for Reed to study it's inner workings, Reed discovered the device's memory banks and that they were easily removable. The satellites computers could be used to playback what the probe had recorded. But, because the probe had been damaged by the tractor beam, only moments preceding the launch can be shown. The switch was flipped and one of the space stations monitors crackled to life. Filling the view was the unmistakable visage of Blastaar, the living bombburst! Baluurian scientists shambled around their impressive leader. He spoke, and the space station's computers translated the Baluuriananguage into English, "Let us hope 'Blastaar's Eye' reveals that which we seek. With it's power, all of Earth shall crumble in my explosive grasp!"

One of the Baluurians spoke up, "in a short time, my Lord Blastaar, the rip in skace will soon have grown large enough."

With a wicked smile, the self-styled ruler of the Negative Zone nodded, "good."

At that moment, the monitor filled with static. Apparently, the probe's memory banks were corrupted by the tractor beam and no more information could be gleaned from it.

Nick Fury then insisted on launching his own prove into the gateway to discover what waits on the other side. That time the countdown elapsed without delay.

Watching monitors, everyone saw events from the probe's POV. As they watched, it went through the gateway and into the distortion area, a region of swirling colors and shapes. Hovering near the portal – in the Distortion Area – was an entire Armada of Baluurian warships. Within a matter of seconds, one of the ships blasted the probe to smithereens. Static filler the monitors.

Fury was obviously shaken, "I've gotta get this information to the UN security council immediately. In the meantime, I need you to brief me on everything you know about thr negative zone and its inhabitants."

At this point, Reed Richards disclosed in great depth, as the very existence of The Negative Zone had been kept a close secret by The F4 and S.H.I.E.L.D. and was not common knowledge to most. After being over inundated with knowledge pertaining to the Negative Zone, Fury was interrupted by the delivery of the UN security council's executive decision. They asked him to make a first strike by launching the space station's only nuclear warhead through the gateway.

"A sufficiently large matter-antimatter explosion in the Negative Zone could close the gateway without endangering the Earth dimension." Fury explained.

"Yeah, but a nuclear bomb going off in the Distortion Area could be disastrous for both the Earth dimension as well as the Negative Zone, as well as countless other dimensions." Susan interjected.

"And that's a problem, since someone is going to have to use the remote control and fly that warhead through that Baluurian Armada without letting it get blown to bits! We've only got one missile and one life to live, friends! Let's make em good ones!" Fury stated.

"An object surrounded by a force field does not convert from matter to antimatter, and vice versa, when it passes through the Distortion Area." Susan posited to Reed.

"So then we use your force field to surround the missile, which will prevent it from converting from positive matter to negative antimatter as it flies through the Distortion Area. Once in the Negative Zone, it can be detonated, reading positive energy in the Negative Zone and the particles will trigger a tremendous explosion capable of closing the portal."