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👉 Discover More Kaleidoscope Animation Videos with Ambient Music
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Meditation Radial Symmetry Design Art
#art#artwork#abstractart#symmetryart#kaleidoscopevisuals#kaleidoscope visuals#kaleidoscope#kaleidoscopeart#digitalart#ethereal#digital artist#kaleidoscope background video#kaleidoscope background#kaleidoscopelove
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The Spirealm 致命游戏 (2024) | Ep. 13
#the spirealm#致命游戏#kaleidoscope of death#ruan nanzhu#lin qiushi#huang junjie#xia zhiguang#cdrama#cdramasource#kodedit#userhanyi#*gifs:mine#it's the way his eyes just roam all over lingling as he's putting on the RING. that hE GAVE HIM. when they FIRST MET.#also if you just watch nanzhu in this scene even when he's in the background... he just gazes at lingling like that the entire time.#it kills me#anyway i'm never going to know how to color these “standing in front of / next to a bright yellow light” scenes#but somehow they're always the ones i wanna gif??? rip
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欢迎来到,门的世界。
THE SPIREALM 致命游戏 (2024) 1.02 || 1.69 || 1.75 || 1.78 adapted from the danmei novel Kaleidoscope of Death 死亡万花筒 by Xi Zi Xu 西子绪 @asiandramanet march bingo board ⎈ blending
#userdramas#asiandramanet#cdramaedit#cdramasource#致命游戏#死亡万花筒#the spirealm#thespirealmedit#kodedit#kaleidoscope of death#asianlgbtqdramas#danmeiedit#danmei#*gfx#xia zhiguang#huang junjie#userinahochi#userkimchi#tuserjade#seamayweed#idk what i was doing here lkakdfklsdkfl#but god i love it SO MUCH when he says this line#the little pause#THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HIM#esp the xiangyao arc like mY GOD#WITH THAT 真的超富有宿命感觉 SONG IN THE BACKGROUND
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Kaleidoscope
Ghost x Soap
2.5k words (may make a second part)
Ghost was fine. Completely fine. Today was no different than the day before, or the day before that. Same breakfast, same coffee, same rookies, same…everything. Routine was what he was used to, part of the reason he joined the military, but it made it easy to go on auto-pilot most of the time.
Everything was normal. Everything was fine. The only break in his schedule would be a mission here and there. Lately all of them were low risk, Price still being overly cautious after their last one. Though to be fair, Makarov was dead. There wasn’t any big terrorist to go after, so of course their missions were slow.
It was making Ghost go crazy.
Luckily their latest mission was a bit more exciting, however, there was a downside. He had to go to Mexico. It was nice to see Rodolfo and Alejandro again, but it felt stiff, more formal than it was last time. He knew why. They knew why. None of them brought it up.
After a successful mission, they went out for drinks. He could do bars pretty well. He could bury himself in some dark corner and the others felt bad enough for him to leave him to his bourbon. Or scotch, depended on how drunk he was.
It seemed he would get no such mercy tonight. When he went for an abandoned corner, Alejandro caught him. “Hermano, where are you going? We’re buying drinks for everyone tonight.” He had no choice but to nod and take a seat on the farthest end of the bar.
It felt wrong, seeing everyone laughing without hearing the laugh he loved the most. He sighed. He was too sober for this.
After his third bourbon, he felt muddled enough to not care anymore. His first scotch burned his throat. He didn’t really hate scotch, but the taste was so much better now. He took another sip, frowning. No, maybe not. He was just drunk and sappy.
He flinched when somebody suddenly threw an arm over his shoulder, relaxing by a fraction when he saw it was just a very drunk Alejandro. “Ghost, you look so sad over here…” He whined, his breath reeking of tequila. Ghost casually shrugged the arm off. “I’m fine.”
Alejandro slunk into the seat next to him. “Y’know, Los Vaqueros were very sad when we heard about Soap. I still am very sad. You are too, I see it in your eyes. You two were close, no? Like- like Rudy and I.”
Ghost felt like crawling out of his skin. “No. Not like that.” He said carefully, hating the words. Were they ever like that? Were they ever close to it? It felt like they were, but that could be his own damn feelings twisting their innocent interactions into something more to keep his own perversions satisfied. He didn’t want to tarnish Johnny’s memory like that.
Oh god. Johnny. That was what he called him, wasn’t it? Not Soap, not Sergeant MacTavish, not him, Johnny. His Johnny.
“Only Ghost can pull that off.”
He stumbled to his feet, breathing harder than he should be. “I- have to go. Bathroom.” Alejandro nodded solemnly, slumping over the bar.
Ghost practically rushed to the shitty bathroom, slamming the door a little too hard for someone who was supposed to be in control. His mask felt like it was choking him, so he ripped it off, turning the sink on and splashing the lukewarm water over his face in an attempt to calm himself down.
Nobody had said his name since he died. He hadn’t called him by his name since he died.
“Y’know, Lt?” He’d said one night after one too many drinks. “I think I’m afraid of being forgotten. It’s stupid, but…I don’t want to be just another dead soldier, killed and forgotten, I want to be remembered. I want to know that even if I die, there’s proof I existed.”
Ghost understood. There was nothing left of him when he died, considering he was dead on paper, but he understood the fear. He wanted there to be proof of Johnny’s existence too. He was too good to be forgotten.
“I’ll remember you, Johnny.” He’d said, which had earned him a blindingly bright smile and a warm head on his shoulder.
Oh god. He was going to puke. He went over to the toilet, the alcohol burning his throat on the way back up. He gripped his hair, his eyes watering from the bile. His breath was catching on sobs, his chest hurting with every ragged inhale. Was this the first time he’d cried?
Someone was in the bathroom with him, falling to their knees next to him and saying something. Was the bathroom always this small? Whoever was there started taking deep, exaggerated breaths until Ghost instinctively started matching their breaths. Finally, he calmed down. He blinked his eyes open to see Rodolfo looking at him, concerned.
His gaze softened. “There you are, fantasma. I saw Alej say something to you, and then you kinda…fled. What did he…?” Ghost winced, grabbing his mask. “...He…we never… he thought we were like you two. But I never-” He sighed, rubbing his hand over his face, taking a shuddering breath. Rodolfo just looked sad.
“You’re allowed to grieve, Ghost. Even if it wasn’t like that.”
They didn’t say anything else, just sat there on the probably filthy floor. Ghost couldn’t bring himself to care.
They eventually had to move when a drunk stumbled in and hurled in the toilet. Ghost grimaced and pulled his mask back on, standing up. “...I’m leaving. Can you tell Price?” Rodolfo nodded, smiling gently. “...you can call us whenever, Ghost. We’re friends, no?” Ghost nodded, despite being sure he probably wouldn’t call.
He didn’t sleep at all that night. He honestly hadn’t slept except for when his body shut down and forced him to. In a few days, it would be half a year since he’d hit the floor in that godforsaken tunnel. He’d saved Price’s life. Ghost doesn’t know if he’d have reacted like this if Price had died instead, but he knew that wasn’t fair to either of them.
His Johnny would never be able to live with himself if he could have saved Price and didn't. So he died instead.
He knew Price felt horrible about it, remembering how the captain had occasionally shared the dark corners in bars with him, apologizing to him for not being dead. He remembered comforting him, even when he selfishly agreed.
It seemed he was doing better lately, even if he was still keeping his remaining boys as close as possible. Gaz had been wrecked, taking a week of leave after Makarov was dead, but he was healing. Ghost was once again left as a spirit, alive but not living.
The sun rose on another day with a routine, another day of Ghost being completely and totally fine, mentally stable, and definitely not having panic attacks in bar bathrooms.
That’s what he told the psych evals anyway.
He just nodded at Alejandro’s panicked apology the next day, quietly reassuring him that it really wasn’t a big deal. After all, they hadn’t been anything but friends. He was nursing one hell of a hangover, but the headache may have been from sleep deprivation. Didn’t matter.
He was slowly destroying himself, even if he couldn’t admit it to anyone else, the lack of sleep slowly creeping into his subconscious as he started to hear a Scottish brogue just around corners, started seeing a mohawk and pretty blue eyes just in his peripheral. During the first few days he’d turn around and nothing would be there, but the hallucinations grew stronger the longer he stayed awake.
A few times, he’d catch himself trying to talk to it, but he never got past a small sound before it went away. He learned to listen, just to hear the voice a little longer.
The night before the 141 left, some of the Vaqueros insisted on taking them for drinks again. Ghost had a feeling they just looked for any excuse to drink, but he went anyway, taking care to avoid any and all drunk people. He watched the blurry body that wasn’t there sit in the seat in front of him, staring right back.
“Scotch, Lt? This early? You really do need to sleep, don’t you?” He sighed, nodding along to it’s words without really realizing. It could be sweet at times. At others, it tormented him. He didn’t know whether he craved it’s attention or wished he never had to see it again.
Laswell appeared later into the evening. He hadn’t even been aware she was there in Mexico.
He saw Price look at her, his face as confused as he felt. “Laswell? What the bloody hell are you doing here?” …okay. Maybe she hadn’t been in Mexico. She made a pained face, looking guilty. “...there’s someone I want you to talk to. We were going to wait until you got back to base, but he wanted to talk to the Colonel and Sergeant Major too.” Price sat up. “Another mission?”
Laswell glanced behind her. “Not exactly.” The bar had gone quiet. She sighed. “Look, just- don’t blame me. I didn’t even know about this until a few weeks ago, and then you boys went on a mission…” She shook her head. “I’m going to grab him. Give me a second.”
She walked out of the bar, people murmuring. Ghost downed the rest of his drink, walking over to Price. “What the hell was that about?” He asked softly, eyeing the door wearily. Price tapped his fingers on the bar counter. “Not a clue. We’ll have to see, won’t we?” Gaz hummed from next to Price.
Laswell walked back into the bar, crossing her arms and stepping to the side for the man behind her. He was on crutches, his brown hair falling into his bright blue eyes slightly. Ghost stared at the man, sighing. Of all the times for him to hallucinate, he was projecting his image onto this new member of the team, most likely. He heard Gaz gasp painfully, and saw Price tighten his hold on his glass in a white-knuckled grip.
“What the fuck?” He heard Alejandro say behind him. Price stood up, pulling the man into a tight hug. “You scared the shit out of us, John.” Ghost exhaled, feeling his chest constrict. “You can see him too?” He heard himself question. He saw the man’s blue eyes grow concerned and Price give him an alarmed look.
“Ghost, have you been hallucinating?” The man ignored Price and hobbled closer to Ghost.
“Hey, Lt. Did you miss me?” He made a pained noise. There was no mistaking that voice. People, hardened military men, were crying. Ghost made a wounded noise, stumbling out of his chair, nearly eating shit on the bar floor. “I- I have to go.” He wheezed, pushing past the man that couldn’t be there and running out the bar doors, ignoring the shouts of his name. His footsteps pounded against the concrete, his legs giving out on him. He scrambled into a side alley, curling into a ball because it was wrong. Everything was wrong.
It was pathetic, really. The big, bad, unshakable Simon “Ghost” Riley, who could withstand the most disgusting and gruesome bits of torture this world had to offfer, trembling in an alley because he couldn’t handle the fact that the person he cared the most about in the world might still be alive. He felt his phone buzzing insistently in his pocket, but his vision was growing black and he couldn’t bring himself to move and pick it up.
He had no idea how long he sat there before somebody found him. Logically, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide forever, with Price having the location on his phone at all times, but he hadn't been expecting them to go after him so quickly. Or maybe it hadn’t been quick.
He heard the clacking of crutches against a brick wall and a soft grunt of pain as the man lowered himself to sit next to him. He shut his eyes like a child, hiding like it would keep him from having to face the truth.
“Simon.” He said gently, and Ghost couldn’t help but gasp quietly and flinch.
They sat in silence for a bit, before the man sighed. “I’m so fucking sorry, Ghost. The doctors- they told me I really shouldn’t be alive. I died, but…they brought me back. Didn’t really understand any of it. They told me you held a funeral for me. I…actually don’t know how you did that. But…christ, Ghost, I never meant to die in front of you like that. Always thought I wasn’t going to make it, but… I guess I never really accepted the reality of it.”
Ghost dared to open his eyes, looking at him for the first time. He could see the scar from the bullet, but it was unmistakably Johnny, even if his signature mohawk was gone and his beard was fluffier, even if he had hearing aids.
He caught his eye and smiled. “There you are.” Ghost swallowed around the lump in his throat. “You…you really are alive, aren’t you?” He said hoarsely. Soap shook his head slightly, huffing fondly, and the familiarity of it made Simon’s heart ache. “Aye. Just could nae stay away, Lt. Grown too fond of ye, ya bastard.”
Ghost’s shoulders shook with relieved laughter despite himself, leaning his head against the wall. “You fucking asshole. I really thought you died.” He couldn’t help the way his voice cracked on the words. Soap hummed, grinning lopsidedly at him. “Can’t get rid of me that easy.” Ghost worried his lip between his teeth, frowning.
“I…I can’t- I don’t want to get rid of you.” He said quietly. The grin on Soap’s face slipped into something more understanding. “I know, Lt.” Ghost shook his head, feeling almost desperate to get his point across in case he disappeared again. “No, I- you can stay. Forever, if you want.” His throat felt tight all over again. “Johnny, I- I love you.”
He heard him inhale sharply, and he rushed to fix what he felt like he ruined. “It doesn’t matter if you feel the same, I just want to be by your side. I wanted that bomb to go off, fuck, I wanted to die by you.” He put his face in his hands.
“...I can’t live without you.”
The silence was deafening, but it was broken by Soap’s wet laugh. Ghost looked at him, confused at the tears on Johnny’s face. He wiped them off, a wide smile on his face. “You daft bastard. I love you too. God, we’re so bad at this.” He leaned against Ghost.
“...I want to die with you too. But I can’t rejoin the 141. I lost all my strength, and my hearing has gone to shit. I can’t die on the field with you, but…maybe we- maybe you could live. Would you live for me?” Simon’s mouth went dry.
“For you, Johnny?” He took a deep breath, tucking his face in the crook of his neck, shutting his eyes. He was home.
“...For you, I think I could try.”
#tw hallucinations#tw temporary character death#temporary character death#tw alcohol#ghostsoap#soapghost#soap x ghost#ghost x soap#ghoap#fix it fic#background alerudy#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#cross posted on ao3#kaleidoscope chappell roan#happy ending
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#the spirealm#killer and healer#while they both got what they wanted (though it's different in a size and quantity and form) jyl wins because he gets to flash his torso#mmm so if to put jyl and cyz into the spirealm...#then jyl some kind of cyber police in the future#but if in kaleidoscope... i would go for door gods but like with tragic background where he was once a human#who got hurt and got mad and ended up (not) dying but being a door god
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I never ever do backgrounds so you're allowed to zoom in on the cabinet and lamps ONLY bc I'm proud
#i love the background i hate the rest ddkdkdjd but i spent so many hours on it and cant look at it anymore#the spirealm#kaleidoscope of death#fa
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I'm so, so sick of seeing posts where people act like or make jokes that all of Giancarlo's more recent villain characters are the same, along with people saying they're sick of Giancarlo playing the same role over and over. Sure, I understand if you want to see him in a different role from a "smart" villain, HOWEVER, Gus Fring is NOT at all the same character as Moff Gideon, and neither are the same as Stan Edgar, and all of them are not the same as Antón Castillo.
#NONE of their personalities are the same#their motivations aren't the same#their backgrounds aren't the same#you also know he has acted other stuff right?#poor kaleidoscope#he's also acted sillier villains in more recent years (sidney glass)#we could also talk about Tom Neville from Revolution#he reminds me more of a less well written Walter White#but also please don't watch Revolution#it's not that good and not that enjoyable I just like Tom Neville :pray:#also the man has other roles too!! and will prolly continue to have other roles even if people like casting him as a villain#ANYWAYS he's not the same across all properties stop acting like he is#giancarlo esposito#gus fring#moff gideon#stan edgar#antón castillo
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#original photography#photographers on tumblr#tortoise#bonus dude in the background that made this funnier#kaleidoscope lens filter#it's my tumblr and i'll queue if i want to
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#i forgot about johns FUCKING NOTE#secret blog post bc im meant to be asleep rn#ive been listening to sherlock in the background like a podcast bc im unemployed and autistic#bbc sherlock#bruh i listened to this ep the other day#but seeing the visuals this time around is absolutely crazy#absolutely sauced to the max with kaleidoscopes and funhouse mirrors#every single shot is unimaginable#also mary genuinely just jumpscared me at the end#i had let my guard down after the ep ended
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sometimes i think about this scene (from here lol)
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📺 Colorful Kaleidoscope Visual Videos
#DigitalArt#AbstractArt#Groovy#GroovyArt#Kaleidoscope with Music#Kaleidoscope Music Video#Kaleidoscope Video#Kaleidoscope#Kaleidoscope Graphic#Kaleidoscope Design Inspirational#Modern Kaleidoscope#Unique Kaleidoscope#Kaleidoscope of Colors#Kaleidoscope Illustration Pattern#Kaleidoscope Pattern Design#Kaleidoscope Mind#Kaleidoscope Motion#Kaleidoscope Image#Kaleidoscope Pattern Geometric#Kaleidoscope Pattern Illustration#Kaleidoscope Pattern Background#Mandala#Radial Art#Mandalas#kaleidoscope art#kaleidoscope background#kaleidoscope background video#symmetricart
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Meditation Multicolored Symmetrical Artwork Radial, Kaleidoscope Meditation
#artdesign#kaleidofx#kaleidoscopeoftheday#Kaleidoscope Background#mandala#radialmandalas#beautiful#vibrant#ambient#Kaleidoscope Mind Movie#kaleidoscopedesigner#tumblrart#Kaleidoscope Painting#spacemusic#kaleidoscopeartfanatics#moody
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she tries not to shatter (kaleidoscope style), a chrissy cunningham fic set in the world of pushed around and kicked around
and strawberry girl, robin's mixtape for chrissy
#buckingham st#chrissy cunningham#robin buckley#stranger things#pushed around and kicked around#harringroveson#in the background#anyway i think this graphic is neat and i think exploring Chrissy's psyche is neat#so yeah here's me talking abt kaleidoscope style again bc i think it's got some of my better writing
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New theme & pfp!!!
#still a space cat. but now its a picture of my cat i put over a nebula background#kaleidoscopic-something
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A Mesmerizing Dance of Pixels
https://videos.pond5.com/nightclubs-abstract-motion-background-animation-footage-136371472_main_xxl.mp4 Nightclubs Abstract Motion Background Animation Loops 4K Video In the pulsating heart of the digital cosmos, where neon dreams collide and beats reverberate like cosmic heartbeats, we find the enigmatic . It’s like a clandestine party hosted by the pixels themselves—a pixelated soirée where…
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#4K#abstract#Animation#background#Creativity#Dance#Kaleidoscope#Loops#motion graphics#neon#Nightclub
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