#now I'm watching greylock

[ballpit-bakery]

Someone please take analog horror away from me

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Vacation: Part one

PART TWO PART THREE

Pairing :: OPLA!Sanji x fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Oral(f recieving), Semi-Public sex(they did it in an alley), Light teasing

Word Count ::  3,373

Summary :: After being forced on a vacation at the Baratie, you catch the eye of a certain blond cook who loves to tease you.

A/N :: I was trying to find the right mix between pervert simp anime Sanji and suave charming live-action Sanji. There will for sure be a part two.

Go watch the One Piece live-action.

“I see a place we can stop to make repairs, Captain Tommy,” You said, eye still focused on the small floating mass in the distance.

You worked on a merchant ship for a wealthy businessman named Greylock. You were his top secret contract negotiator. The reason you were a “secret” was because he never introduced you as a negotiator. You would always find your way to sneak into his potential clients’ and contract partners’ inner circle to figure out what type of people they were and what they wanted. With this personal knowledge, you would then come up with the best plan of action to secure a beneficial deal for the business. It was easy for you thanks to your typically quiet demeanor. You knew when to stay silent and read the room.

Captain Tommy, Greylock’s business partner, set a course for the wooden structure floating. “Let’s hope the owner’s kind enough to let us port for a while.”

“How long do you think it’ll take to repair the damages?”

“The storm banged us up pretty good, not to mention all the scrapes we’ve gotten from pirates.” He glanced around the ship. “I’d say at least three to four weeks.”

You cursed quietly under your breath. “Greylock isn’t going to be happy about that.”

Captain Tommy shrugged. “There’s nothing we can do. The ship’s falling apart. We won’t be able to make it to a port town before the ship sinks.”

You knew Greylock would be upset once you told him, so you took precocious measures to alleviate the anger.

You stood with him on the deck, watching as you approached your soon-to-be temporary home. "You know sir, you've been mentioning wanting to take a vacation for a while."

He sighed, shrugging. "That's because I'm getting older and tired of working. I became a merchant to see the world, not to work endlessly."

"Well then, how about you finally take that vacation now while we repair the ship?"

He turned his head to give you a weary look. "Take a  vacation while the ship is repaired?"

You nodded with a smile. "Captain Tommy told me it would take at least three weeks to repair the ship. Instead of worrying about work, you should relax during that time."

"(Y/N)-"

"And you can give the crew a chance to rest. Were y'all dreary from that dreadful storm, not to mention the attacks we had to endure before?" You patted his shoulder. "You know what they say, a happy crew is a dutiful crew. And a tired crew typically ends up killing someone."

Grey lock laughed at your made-up saying, but you were able to persuade him. "You're right. We've been working too hard recently without a break." He looked out once more, finally in the distance to see the name of the place you'll all be staying for the next month. "Lads!" He shouted loud enough to grab everyone's attention. "I want you lot to enjoy yourselves at the Baratie. Think of our unscheduled stop as a surprise resort! Haha!"

Immediately the crew lit up. While everyone cheered and began to talk about what they'd do with their spare time, aside from repairs, you looked up at Captain Tommy. He had a small smirk, giving you a wink. He knew if anyone could get Greylock to give the entire crew a break, it'd be you.

-

You walked into Baratie behind Greylock and Captain Tommy. It was typically for the three of you to grab a bite together whenever you arrived at a new town so that you could discuss your work objectives. Today, however, it was simply a meal between friends.

A fish man greeted you at the entrance, accepting a small fee before allowing you to take your seats.

You looked over the menu, wondering what to try first. You'd be around for a while and we're sure you'd get to try a few items on the menu before departing. Greylock and Captain Tommy chatted with one another, used to your silence. They knew that you spoke when you felt you needed to.

The swing doors to the kitchen flew open. You glanced up from the menu, seeing a blond man to have caused the small ruckus. He looked upset, brows furrowed and tight lips turned down.

'I wonder what got him so riled up,' You thought.

You kept your eyes on him, noticing he was making his way to your table with a tray of bread rolls in hand. When he was about halfway, he noticed you sitting right of Greylock and his mood instantly seemed to pick up. After his eyes locked with yours, his gaze lit up and a dashing smile graced his lips.

Seeing his mood do a complete one-eighty after spotting you, you shot your eyes back down to your menu. 'Please don't be our waiter. Please don't be our waiter. Plea-'

"Hello gentlemen and fair lady, my name is Sanji. What would you like to drink to start you off? We have several rare Micqueot vintages in stock."

Almost throughout his entire introduction, you could feel his line of sight fixed on you. He didn’t mind that you didn’t look at him. It allowed him to sneak a glance at your chest without being noticed.

"Anything fancy would be a waste on me. I'll just have a simple whiskey to start with," Greylock said. Captain Tommy put up two fingers, requesting the same.

"And what will you be having, darling?"

"Hm… I'll have a sweet tea."

"A sweet drink for a sweet girl understood."

Your eyes shot towards him, a little shocked by his straightforward demeanor. He gave you a quick wink before walking away.

Now, it was time for the old men to act like school girls. 

Greylock started the teasing first. "Awe, our little (Y/N) has a young man who's interested in her," 

"And by the small blush on her cheeks, I'd say she's interested too."

"Wh-what blush?" You stuttered, only now feeling the heat center in your cheeks.

"The one that's covering your entire face." Captain Tommy laughed.

"Shut up. I was just caught off guard by his remark." You practically shoved your face into the menu, embarrassed to face the men before you any longer.

They continued laughing for a moment before talking about what to order.

After Sanji came back with your drinks, it was time for you three to place your orders. Again, your colleagues ordered before you. This time though, you spoke right when Captain Tommy finished his sentence.

"And I will have the seared ahi tuna."

"Do you want the chocolate sin cake after for dessert, love? It's so moist it'll melt in your mouth, I promise," He said in a sultry tone for no other apparent reason than to get a rise out of you.

And once more, you were left stunned and your face was heating up. You were certain he was only teasing you, but you were still upset giving him the presumed reaction he wanted.

"She would love the chocolate cake!" Greylock's hand patted your back hard, causing you to fall forward a bit on the table. "It's been a while since she's had a good pastry."

“Coming right up.”

He left with a swift turn on his heels and when he was out of sight you glared daggers at the two accompanying you.

“What do you think you’re doing, sir?”

“Trying to make sure you have a fun time here.” He took a swig of his whiskey before continuing. “Listen, you’re always working hard for us, and you rarely make any time for yourself.”

You sink in your seat a bit. He was right. On the rare occasion you did flirt with others, it was to secure a deal, and then, you were gone.

“Plus, the boy’s easy on the eyes. You’d be mad to not give him a chance.” He bursted out laughing.

Captain Tommy was a bit more comforting with his words. “You probably won’t interact with him much, so don’t mind him.”

Choosing to believe him, you relaxed for the remainder of the meal. ‘Captain Tommy’s right. As long as I don’t come here again, I probably won’t run into him.’

Too bad you had a crew that loved to go out because about two days later, you found yourself back at the Baratie. This time, Sanji wasn’t your waiter which you were more than thankful for. Captain Tommy and Greylock might’ve teased you a bit, but the men with you now would have embarrassed you so much you would never step foot out of your living quarters again.

Around mid-way into your meal, you excused yourself from the table to go use the restroom. While walking down the hallway, your attention was on the various paintings that decorated the wall.

Since you weren’t paying much attention to what was in front of you, you collided with a firm chest. You nearly stumbled back until a pair of arms wrapped around you, holding you in place.

“Ah-! I-I’m so sorry! I should have been paying attention to where I was… going…” You looked up at the person you had bumped into, locking eyes with a familiar blue-eyed blond.

He gave you a large grin, replying. “No need to apologize madam. I should be the one apologizing,” You tilted your head, “for disturbing a fine piece of art like you.”

You immediately turned away, hoping he wouldn’t catch your growing blush. “Can you please let me go?” You asked timidly.

You felt his hold tighten for a quick second before letting you go. Without another word, you rushed past him to the women's restroom.

Sanji watched you run away, a playful grin plastered on his face. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with this one,” He mumbled, already missing the feeling of your body pressed against his.

-

This would be how every interaction you had with the blonde cook and occasional waiter, played out. You would try to be formal with him, he'd make a flirty or suggestive comment, and then you'd start to blush or stutter.

Typically it was whenever you went to eat at Baratie, but there were a few occasions when he managed to catch you outside.

-

"I must be in heaven because I'm seeing an angel before me." You tensed up in your seat and froze upon hearing Sanji.

You were at the small outdoor bar next to the giant fish-headed restaurant. Around the end of the first week, you noticed that the place had a pretty good view of the sunset. Sure, you saw the sun set often, but you rarely actually watched it fall below the horizon line, disappearing until morning. It was a minor peaceful event you wanted to enjoy on your supposed vacation alone.

The sky had already darkened by this point. You were just around to finish the drink you had.

"Good evening, Sanji."

He sat next to you, pouting playfully. "Come on m, (Y/N). We've known each other for over two weeks now. There's no need for you to keep acting so stuffy all the time."

You crossed your arms. "I'm not stuffy."

"Yes, you are. Every time I see you it's always a quick sentence or two before nothing but silence. I'm starting to think you don't like me."

'I wish it was that simple.' In fact, you were having the opposite reaction. You were used to making contracts and business deals with people when you spoke to them. You weren't used to being openly flirted with for no reason. 

Like always, you avoided making eye contact with him. This time, you fixed your attention to the remaining ice cubes in your drink.

He leaned closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Or maybe, it's because you're too shy to admit you like me," He whispered, hot breath hitting your ear and sending a tingle throughout your body.

You snapped your head around, face burning up when you saw how close he was. That damn coy smile plastered on his perfect lips.

He chuckled to himself, brushing a strand of your hair out of your face. "That's it, isn't it?"

"Why do you keep messing with me?" You bluntly asked. Frankly, you were getting tired of his game, even if you weren't entirely sure what this game was.

This was the first time you had caught him off guard. He leaned back a bit, tilting his head. "What makes you think I'm messing with you?"

"If you actually had an interest in me, you would've told me or showed me by now. You just keep saying sweet nothings to mess with me and I'm sick of it," Your voice was growing frustrated, finally voicing your opinion. "I'm trying to enjoy my vacation, not be bothered by some- Hey!"

He grabbed your hand, lifting you from your seat with a tug and pulling you away. You followed, partly because you were unable to pull away and partly because of curiosity as to where he was taking you. He led you to a small alley a bit away.

Before you could question his intentions, he leaned down to press a firm kiss onto your lips. His hands fell to your hips, holding onto you with a firm grasp and locking you against the wall behind you. Almost as if he were afraid you’d try to escape. His nerves were quickly set to rest when you began kissing him back, your hands holding his shoulders. His tongue licked your bottom lip and you gladly parted, allowing him to shove his tongue in your mouth.

After some time, he pulled away and began trailing kisses down your neck. As he did, you felt his hands wander to the button of your shorts.

Feeling him work to undo them you asked him, “What are you doing?”

He pulled away, a coy smile still on his face. “Showing you that I have an interest in you.”

He began to pull your shorts down and you felt your heart begin to race. You weren’t directly out in the open, but if someone going down the main walkway happened to turn their heads they’d spot the two of you.

“Sanji, wait- What if- Ngh!”

He started rubbing your clit through your growing wet panties, chuckling at the quick response he got. “‘What if’ what, darling?”

You glared at him, trying to voice your concerns, but again, he continued to distract you with pleasure.

He knelt down on one knee, grabbing your left thigh, and hooking it over his shoulder after completely removing your shorts. You watched with half-lidded eyes as he pushed and held your underwear to the side, revealing your pussy. He stuck his tongue in first, licking up your folds while maintaining eye contact with you through his blond locks. He continued this motion and you bit your bottom lip, hoping not to make a noise.

He wasn’t having any of that though. If there was one thing he loved, it was to know he was doing a good job. At first, he had started to tease you a bit because he thought you were cute when you got flustered. As the days went on, he noticed that you might not have said much, but you couldn’t hide your physical reactions to him. Your face was almost always flushed around him. Your grip on whatever you held tightened with the simplest of sentences. It made him wonder what type of lover were you? Quiet, non-verbal, highly responsive to the slightest touches, etc.?

He had just never gotten you alone to figure it out, until now.

He sucked your clit, earning a squeal in response. Your hands immediately shot down to his head, grabbing hold of his hair.

‘She looks so cute trying to stay quiet.’

He could feel his pants tightening around his crotch, watching you squirm because of his touch. It was getting difficult for you to stay up with one leg, especially when he slotted two fingers into your wet cunt. He curved his fingers in you, moving them slowly at first before picking up the pace to match how quickly he was flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Sa-Sanji, I- I don’t think I ca-can last much longer,” You whined.

Even without you telling him, he could tell you were getting close. Your walls had started to tighten around his fingers and he had to hold the thigh of your standing leg to support you. He would’ve loved to have you come undone around his tongue, however, for his first time with you, he wanted to fully see your expression.

He pulled away and you let out a loud sigh of relief, panting a bit. You were a little disappointed you hadn’t finished but were hopeful to continue this in a more private enclosed area. Your head was a bit fuzzy though, and you didn’t pick up on the small noise of him undoing his trousers or when he completely pulled down your panties.

He grabbed your thighs and housed you up to position the head of his penis right at your entrance. When you felt it rub against your slick folds, your eyes widened. The two of you watched as he pushed his cock in, seeing it disappear in your cunt. He groaned, eyes rolling back for a moment at how tight you were wrapped around him. You whined, feeling his length fill you up.

Slowly, he rocked his hips back and forth, giving you a chance to adjust to him. He watched your face with amusement, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment in your expression. You were still biting down on your lip, hoping to be as discrete as possible given the situation you were in.

With one swift hard thrust though, you let out a moan. Your legs wrapped around his hips and your arms around his shoulders. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, allowing him to clearly hear all your little whimpers and mewls of delight.

After hearing your moan, he began to thrust harder, wishing to hear more of your voice. You could hear his grunting too, breath growing heavier and heavier with each stroke inside you.

No longer needing to hold you up with both hands, one of them slipped underneath your shirt, sliding under the cup of your bra. He groped your breast, happy at how soft it was in his hand.

The harder he continued to thrust, the shakier your moans got. You were getting close to your release again and he wasn’t far behind, his own breathing now becoming ragged. Now, with each thrust, he could feel your walls tighten around him. Wanting to make sure he got a good look at your face when you came, he briefly removed his hand from your breast to tug your hair back. With your face pulled away from his neck, he plastered his lips against yours, shoving his tongue once more in your mouth. After, his hand returned to groping your breast.

His grip on your thigh was so tight, that you were sure there would be markings. With how hard he was kissing you, your lips were bound to be puffy when he stopped.

Your mind was becoming foggy and all you were focused on was the pleasure you were in, no longer caring someone caught you. You moaned against his lips, your entire body growing tense in his hold. Your walls clamped around him, finally hitting your high.

Seeing your eyes fall shut, engrossed in the feeling of climaxing, combined with how your cunt squeezed against him, he hit deep one last time before unraveling himself. His cock pulsed in you, dumping his entire load inside, savoring how your body milked it.

He pulled away from the kiss, each of your breaths now shaky trying to regain your composure. Your head fell back against the wall, eyes remaining on him.

“What do we do now?” You asked.

“We plan out the rest of your vacation. You’re here for at least one more week, right?” He kissed your cheek. “That gives us one more week of fun, darling.”

[sweetmariihs2]

If Cedric's experience at Hexley Hall was bad, why does he talks so fondly of it?

Watching the Hexley Hall episode recently, I noticed that Cedric seems proud of his old school and says a lot of good stuff about it to Sofia.

When they're arriving at Hexley Hall, Cedric sighs and says "Oh, Hexley Hall, my old sorcering grounds. I learned everything I know about magic behind these walls" with a huge smile in his face. He doesn't seem uncomfortable or anything, in fact, he seems quite happy for being there, walking proudly through the corridors.

When they enter the Hexley Hall, Sofia says "I've never seen a school like this. It's like Royal Prep, only..." and Cedric interrupts, saying "...Better. Much, much better."

In other episode, one that happened in the second season, "Substitute Cedric", Cedric also speaks fondly of his old school and the old tradition that they had, the prank day.

Which means: Cedric is really proud and nostalgic about Hexley Hall and the time he spent there.

But as we know, Cedric was constantly mistreated during his whole life, more specifically after the incident at Cordelia's birthday, where he was certainly less than 10 years old.

As we see Cedric growing up, during the "My Evil Dreams" song, we see that he was mistreated at his school too, and it seems like he grew different and an "outcast" based on his looks during his teenage years and adulthood, being constantly mocked by people.

At the song "The Sorcerer's Secret", he shows us that he was bad at magic when he was little (probably due to his lack of self confidence! because the spell he performed at Cordelia's birthday was said to be advanced for his age and he did it effortlessly). He needed a teacher's help to finally learn magic properly.

I don't need to describe it fully here, as you are already familiar with this story, but Cedric was mistreated (by parents, sister, the king (who was his childhood friend), the people in the castle, classmates, apparently other sorcerers at his sister's birthday), excluded, didn't have many friends, was lonely, bitter, and "looked weird" as it's implied. His reputation was terrible.

Still in the episode "Substitute Cedric", Hexley Hall students see him and say something like "at least you're not worse than that Cedric guy in Enchancia", and he says "I AM that Cedric guy in Enchancia!", which means that:

his reputation is bad around the whole EverRealm

his reputation is bad as an old student at Hexley Hall

both (the most realistic option)

If he's seen as a bungler EVEN in Hexley Hall, that means that people weren't so kind to him back then. It only reinforces the scenes that play durying the My Evil Dreams song.

The only characters we know that he knew during his time at Hexley Hall are Grimtrix and Greylock.

His experience with Grimtrix: He couldn't stand Grimtrix. He thought he was annoying, known for being too nice. In my opinion, it seems that Grimtrix gained people's attention for his false kindness, and Cedric was the opposite of that, despised and excluded, even before Grimtrix turned evil.

His experience with Greylock: He also found him annoying. Always getting his name wrong, and apparently they have class reunions from time to time, and Greylock annoys him about his hair, with jokes, getting his name wrong and everything. Cedric's memories of Greylock are also not good. Now they're friends, but I'm talking about back then.

Cedric's experience in Hexley Hall:

Difficulty to make spells, being known as a bungler, stupid, or similar adjectives

Lack of self confidence

Being severely bullied by groups of other people/students

Growing up as an "outcast"

He had bad experiences with Greylock and Grimtrix (the only people he knew that were studying there at that time)

It seems like his experience in Hexley Hall and in his childhood/teenage years weren't good... but why does he feel proud and nostalgic about them? About his school?

Perhaps it's because of that teacher, because the teacher helped him and everything. But honestly, I studied in the same school since 1st grade to 9th grade (6 years to 14 years), was bullied by the whole class, only had one friend, I didn't felt part of the class and I felt unmotivated with my studies so I was the worst in the class, people spoke that way about me, I basically lived like Cedric for a long time 💀 I'm still the black sheep in the family. And recently, because of my artistic skills, the new principal of this school asked me to do something for her, and I had to walk all those hallways to her principal room. The memories were bad, I felt bad, I felt strange for a long time after I left. That period of my life literally shaped my personality today, and most of the teachers weren't mean with me, so how the hell does Cedric feels proud of Hexley Hall?!? I only speak badly of the period I studied at my old school and the school management's lack of concern in dealing with bullying. (Don't need to worry, I'm much better now and have already overcome much of it)

Maybe the writters didn't went through something like that, or idk, Cedric probably has his reasons

@mushroomsie224 @majoresca @shychick-52

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Analog Horror List

Analog horror is uniquely known for its low quality and low visual styles. Or VHS style. They can widely range to a found footage or a visual guide style formatting.

Here are some noted ones:

These videos can contain disturbing content, as well as content that can induce a epileptic seizure if you choose to watch any of them.

2h32: A series of videos that are all two minutes and thirty-two seconds long.

Backrooms - The Otherside: A found footage of the back rooms.

Basswood County: Humanoid creatures that kill humans.

Cave Crawler: A video game (no commentary) about a special remote controlled bot meant to look for missing people (or bodies) in caves.

Chezzkids Archives: An archive of games from a website called Chezzkids. The developer went missing and her photos are showing up in the game. May need to have an episode explain it (this one by Minaxa did it well) as there are clues outside of the videos as well.

Cloud Observation: A short observation video on a cloud that seems to be growing limbs.

Escape the Backrooms: A combination of found footages and commercials, it details the backroom and people trying to escape from it.

Eventide - Anomaly Infestation: A news report of anomalies.

Fear Virus: A quick guide on how to protect yourself from a new, highly infectious virus that causes mutations in humans to become something they fear.

Floaters: A video and short guide. It details how humans are suddenly floating into the air.

Gemini Home Entertainment: A series of VHS styled video tapes. Neptune has mutated and is now infecting Earth with strange things called "woodcrawlers" and other mysterious happenings.

Green Mountain Broadcast Center: A archival for tapes. Only one on this channel labled "Live Traffic" which documents a strange storm.

Greylock: One of my favorites so far. About the government experimenting with tulpa and possibly uncovering an ancient god.

Happy Meat Farms: Animal testing that causes severe deformities.

Hi I'm Mary Mary: A woman wakes up in a house with no exits. She then has to face her greatest fears.

Identity Test: A test on whether or not you can tell the difference between normal faces, and distorted ones.

Itch File: A diver touches a random creature that ejects a pus like substance on him with a virus. Severe trypophobia warning.

Koala Superdeep Borehole Incident: The deepest man-made hole has a bit of an unnerving find.

Local 58 Season One: A news station trying to report on the news, when a broadcast alert stating to not look at the moon is reported. Season two

Harmony and Horror: A VHS style of film. as you watch, you discover the oddities and mysteries of the toys tore.

Marble Hornets: You know what this is.

Mister Manticore: Asks you to memorize a picture before asking you to find the differences. Has quick fleshing images.

Midwest Angelica: A piece of an alien breaks away and onto Earth as it passes the exosphere. It quickly folds into horror beyond comprehension.

Monument Mythos Season One: In an alternate world, where the statues seem to be more than just simple monuments. Season Two Season Three

Omega Mart Ad Compilation: Adds that are attempting to be targeted towards humans. More silly and deranged than scary.

Raining Fire (EAS Snario): A EAS scenario of a mentor shower suddenly hailing Earth on Christmas Eve. Leading to event after event.

Surreal Broadcast: A news station with things happening in the background that are related to a cult. Season Two Season Three

Searching for the Five: Five men suddenly disappeared, only leaving behind a few clues.

Sinkhole: A very hungry sinkhole.

Stone Cold Series: Strange eyes have suddenly started to show up in the night.

The Anglers Trap: A guide on what to do when you encounter a tree called the anglers trap. Which lures in humans like an angler fish.

The Backrooms: Where it all started, I believe. The Backrooms are limital spaces.

The Children Under the House: A therapist tries to find out why a young girl has suddenly stopped talking. Her imaginary friends of course, know why.

The Mandela Catalogue: Hostile creatures called alternates (alters for short) that mimic humans, but don't do it quite right. It mixed Christianity and horror together.

The Oldest View: A man finds a random stairwell in a tree that leads miles down. It turns out it's an old mall. Made by the same man who created the Backrooms.

The Scrimblo Catalogue: A joke analog horror based off of a twitter meme. Part Two

The Smile Tapes: A new fungai releases spores that infect humans that causes the muscle in the faces to distort into a smile and causes hysteria.

The Swarm: Aggressive, hungry mosquitos created by a science project gone wrong.

The Quentin Sanders Tapes: A man named Quentin sanders goes to Foxwood university only to discover a eldritch monster.

The Walten Files: Possessed animatronics, one of the founder's family goes missing while the other conspired against them. And not to forget the possessed animatronics.

They Lie Above: Follows the story of a son of a missing farmer who was abducted by aliens, and Neil Armstrong. Who's memories were erased after encountering a alien space craft.

VibingLeaf: Three videos that have a early youtube "lost videos" esque style.

Vita Carnis: A guide on strange fauna and flora seemingly made entirely, out of meat.

White Door Opened: Set in Poland, monsters and strange red mist begins to spread. Of course it starts with humans messing with things they shouldn't mess with.

Winter of 83: Snowmen come to life, and they aren't happy.

-Did I miss any? Let me know! I'll try to keep this updated as I deeper and deeper, but I can't catch everything.

[corvsayscawcaw]

GREYLOCK: TAPE 012 - Waking Your Subconscious [RAMBLE]

Just gonna ramble here for a bit because that tape was absolutely crazy. You can watch it here. Please heed the in-universe content warnings as well as mine. Some of this topics will be mentioned.

Content Warnings: body horror, gore, loud noises, disturbing audio/visuals, animal cruelty (specifically against dogs, but I'm not too sure if that's the right warning for this situation), flashing lights, brainwashing (like... brainwashing visuals paired with distorted audio and such. I find it pretty disturbing, so I'm gonna add that here.)

Alright, now onto the very disorganized ramble.

Synopsis

A SimioDyn tape addressed to Charlotte Jean Melgren is played. It runs through a couple of mind exercises that slowly become more disturbing and brainwashy as it progresses, clearly altered by a malicious entity or force. The tape cuts out and switches to recording of a computer screen from a security company with an alert to a security breach and power outage at Forever Friends Shelter and Adoption Center. Charlotte, the owner of the shelter, is called by Troy, an operator for EverVIGIL Security. She checks out the kennel and confronts a thoughtform. Troy tries to keep her calm and calls the police. Charlotte is dragged away from the phone by the thoughtform and brutally attacked. The tape continues with some more exercises and a bit of brainwashing until it finishes. The police officer that was called to check out the shelter heads to the basement and finds Charlotte on the ground alive, but now a grotesque amalgamation of herself and three(?) dogs. The tape ends as he runs out of the shelter panicked as the creature screams.

Production and Small Details

So far, this has been the main analog horror I've been keeping up with consistently. For those who are fans of Local 58 or have watched the series, the video gives major Real Sleep vibes, even pulling some inspiration for the true and false sections and face exercise. I fucking love it. The shadow monster that appears in the background grid of the SimioDyn tape for Charlotte Jean Melgren slowing inching closer to the screen is an extremely unnerving visual that I like.

Major props to the actors involved in this episode! I could feel the raw fear and desperation even though there wasn't any live action footage. The horror is left up to the viewer's imagination and is fueled by the snippets of CGI for the thoughtform. There wasn't a moment where I thought that the scenes were too corny or stiff. Absolutely phenomenal. The in-universe warning in the tape also acting as a content warning is a very effective way of warning viewers AND not breaking immersion.

New Information

As briefly mentioned in the previous section, the tape that is shown in this episode is for Charlotte Jean Melgren. The surname "Melgren" stands out because another character in the series shares the same name. Private investigator Jim Melgren has been a reoccurring character in the series, debuting in TAPE 007 - back to normal in a quick flash of a news article and is mentioned by Arnold Rivers in TAPE 008 - old odd ends.

It becomes apparently clear Charlotte has gone missing because of an event undisclosed/unknown to the public and supposedly to Jim as well. Whatever has altered the tape seems to know that the person viewing it is indeed Jim. We now know why Jim Melgren is so involved in this investigation of SimioDyn and the Unit 13 project. He has a personal tie to these incidents because of his daughter, who was an unfortunate victim of one of the thoughtforms. We finally have a better grip on his character.

His daughter owned a shelter called Forever Friends and lived in a separate building right next to the kennels. She has been called numerous times over the course of two weeks regarding security breaches at the shelter, but most of the footage is corrupted or distorted, a common thing associated with the presence of thoughtforms. It seems to have been stalking her for a while.

We also a full-body view of a thoughtform as it breaks into the shelter. All previous images have been only partial or very distorted. It's a tall, monstrous skeleton with clawed hands and what looks like to be bits of muscle or blood all over its body. We still don't know who specifically created this thoughform and what its specific goals are.

Going back to the SimioDyn tape, we learn that it is supposed to induce fear and paranoia through the exercises, explaining they are crucial to induce the desire change for the experiment being conducted. It does an effective job, of course. I was utterly unnerved and very comfortable during my initial watch (creepy ambience and a slowly approaching shadow creature easily does the job for me). It goes on into a True or False exercise with a couple of statements.

The tape's aim is to alter the brain in some way to manipulate Charlotte into exploring the darkest parts of the unconscious and into opening the "Black Door", explaining "[t]he darkest aspects of [her] mind are part of a larger psychological entity that resides deep within [her] unconscious." It goes on to state the entity cannot be ignored, subdued, locked away, or eliminated, and attempting to "has the opposite effect, only making it stronger, darker, and more dangerous." I'll tap more into this shadow entity in the analysis later.

Something to note is that the tape seems to hinge on the idea of shadow psychology, which in "analytical psychology, the shadow is an unconscious aspect of the personality that does not correspond with the ego [the conscious] ideal, leading the ego to resist and project the shadow, leading to a conflict with it." I'm no psychologist, of course, so I can't really explain much about it with the little knowledge I have.

My brain is hella dead right now and running 100 miles a minute, so I'll just have to make a separate analysis post or something because I love this series so damn much, and I'm gonna milk this hyperfixation before I inevitably throw myself at another series.

[dippable]

i'm feeling a bit strongly about crediting, warnings, and the concept of "taking someone out of the story" of a horror series.

alright, so, i'm watching greylock. it's the part with the dogs. however, in this sequence, the main thing i noticed was the photosensitivity warning with the red flickering part. people seem to think it takes you out of the story to warn your viewers about something that'll show up on the screen like SA or flashing lights, but this part did it well enough that i even knew what was going on although i wasn't watching the screen (i had it on for background noise) and i actually really appreciated the warning- it didn't take me out of it, but even if it did, i really liked that it was there.

now, something that does take me out of a series is the credit scenes in the monument mythos but i think this is actually a good thing. like i enjoy knowing who made what i'm watching, and i'm happy alex is putting his name on these things that are important to him- like the house in the ocean, for example, is a thing he made while grieving his dad. i enjoyed being reminded that a person made the things i saw- it really drove home the point that i would be able to do those things too, and it helped me remember that i was going through something similar at the time.

overall, i think warning your audience is necessary and having credits on your stuff is up to you. i just think that if you spent all this time making something incredible, it should be something you're proud of.

[analog-jester]

@dualcoindeity

It got long so I put it under a cut. Sorry for the word wall!!

I said meditation, not medication.

Meditation is required specifically because you have to have a solid, focused mind on forming and solidifying your thoughtform. A thoughtform will not shift or change, they simply are.

For example; if you imagine something in your mind now, it will change, shift. If you imagine a dog, without anyone telling you it has to be a specific dog, you may change your mind once or twice on what kind of dog it is. If someone asks you to bring up that dog again in your mind, it probably looks different, even if you don't mean to. But if you spend several, several hours tending to this image of a dog in your mind, its eyes, it's ears, it's personality, you will start to be able to conjure the image of it in your head more readily.

(People with aphantasia are very unlikely to be able to create a thoughtform.)

Now that's not the same as making it an independently thinking entity, of course, there's SO MUCH, MUCH more to it than that, but that's why you need meditation for a thoughtform.

Now as for what it's like having a thoughtform companion, I want to first point out that I don't ascribe to any specific religious practice or any community or group for thoughtforming. My methods and experiences are wholly personal to me. You or another person might experience it entirely differently.

It's almost nothing like what you see in the Greylock analog horror. I don't physically SEE my thoughtform and they can't interact with the world in a wholly physical way, so no murder nightmare monsters here.

I can tell you they're currently leaning on the doorframe to my bathroom and watching me type(now that I'm editing this, they've moved to watch my snake in her tank), but I can't literally see them there. And if I'm not focusing on them one minute and then refocus on them, they'll be somewhere else, having been doing their own thing while I wasn't focused.

They provide companionship and conversation when I'm alone, sleep with me and comfort me. I will admit that I think I'm probably a lot closer to my thoughtform than a lot of others, but like I said I'm not in any specific communities so I might be wrong about that.

Sometimes they'll... Well I call it 'tapping my shoulder' but it's not literal. I just get the sudden impression they want my attention so I'll focus on them.

There's one thing in common with the Greylock thoughtforms; they kind of act as my subconscious. They remind me of things I've forgotten. Things that I don't notice right away, they can point out. If I get anxious about seemingly nothing, they'll bring up an incident that happened earlier in the day that maybe I hadn't considered.

They don't know anything I don't. Like I can't ask them to look out the peephole in the door to see who's knocking if I don't go and see for myself. They don't have super magical fix-it powers if I'm so lonely I need human interaction--though they'll tell me if that's what I need.

And that's about what it's like for me. I can't state enough that this isn't a universal experience, I'm one person out of many thoughtformers or 'thoughtformancers' or whatever the current Hot Label is. If you want more information I suggest searching 'thoughtformancy' or 'tulpamancy'. Just keep in mind that the label 'tulpa' belongs to a specific religion and is in very bad taste to use if you're not part of that faith.

Alright!

*kicks my legs up and leans back in my chair, flicking imaginary ash off a candy cigarette*

I have Greylock thoughts;

As someone who has a thoughtform companion and is very deep in the spirituality of the unconscious mind, this series... Goes back and forth for me.

One; implying that thoughtform are inherently evil or unpredictable is a wild ass idea that I dislike. Thoughtforming, even if you don't believe the thoughtforms being real, is a very real practice and point of comfort for some people. Tulpas are literally a very important spiritual and religious practice.

BUT... That leads me to--

Two; these thoughtforms are made hastily and without the meditation and regular concentration of the thoughtformer, so perhaps the sudden creation and sudden severance of their metaphorical 'umbilical cord' is why they become the way they are. Specifically with Katie, the kid murdered by her 'imaginary friend', I don't think they're actually contained. I think it went to look for it's 'parent' and... The trauma of such a rapid birth from nothingness to full awareness took over and it lashed out in anger.

Imagine, for a second, being nothing. Absolutely nothing. That's what it's like being conceived. There's nothing for a long, long time. We are eased into the world. First, in the womb, we make out faint sounds and muffled lights. We have no sense of self. We have no empathy, we have no concept of the horrors when we're born. All we know is bright light, aching lungs suddenly breathing air, being grabbed, held, smelling for the first time, loud noises unmuffled by the womb. Even unknowing, unaware, we're born screaming. No one remembers what it was like to see for the first time. To hear for the first time.

Imagine what it was like for these thoughtforms, ripped straight from sheer nothingness into bright, screaming, aching awareness. Immediately knowing they are something. Someone. Just... Suddenly existing, with no womb to soften the blow.

The masked one throws a wrench in that, as it appears before simiodyne and it's machine, but it could very well be the manifestation of someone very vengeful or, as one of my favorite YouTubers implies, maybe it is the manifestation of humanity's subconscious evils. Now, said youtuber just said subconscious, but I think we have to specify evils because I don't personally agree that humans are inherently evil.

Anyways, that's all I've got!

[douchebagbrainwaves]

WHY I'M SMARTER THAN JOB

Even now I think if you asked hackers to free-associate about Amazon, the one thing you can measure is dangerously misleading. And in practice they don't seem to matter. In fact we usually only get several hundred. Economies are made out of people, probably the majority of people in America, have some amount of insecurity about where, or whether, they went to college is not just that you can stop judging them and yourself by superficial measures, but that you can stop judging them and yourself by superficial measures, but that the startups with a high probability of the latter. They've spent 15-20 years solving problems other people have set for them. You don't need to know principle is that you don't have a good idea. The initial focus should be the product. So another advantage of private universities is that a lot of money. Their job isn't to get good grades?

For that reason one of my most vivid memories from our startup is going to visit Greylock, the famous Boston VCs. Viaweb, to make software for building online stores. When he was 19, he seemed like he had a 40 year old inside him. An easily gamed standardized test; a short essay telling you what the kid thinks you want to have them as colleagues, you have to publish it, and there's something very tangible they're good or bad at. Even the founders who fail don't seem to have been a prudent choice. Incidentally, America's private universities are one reason there's so much scope for design in software, a successful application tends to be slow. Often they even install a new CEO.

Or more precisely, new protocols that take off are. Less fortunate startups just end up hiring armies of people to sit around having meetings. Great universities? It may also help them to grasp what's special about your technology. I know would not want to be on your board not just so that they can watch you. The kind of people you want to spend your time travelling around, or playing in a band, or whatever, that's a perfectly legitimate reason not to start a startup. One expert on entrepreneurship told me that any startup had to include business people, because only they could focus on what customers wanted. Indeed, the great advantage of not caring where people went to college. Magnates still have bodyguards, but no to the first. The Series A round. Once we actually took the plunge into e-commerce business, we'd have found the idea terrifying.

But I know they exist. We can learn more about someone in the first ten topics. Short of the death penalty, one assumes, but how fuzzy it is. A lot of well-known applications are now, like BaseCamp, written by just one programmer. But the most successful startup founders have had to struggle against them. I assume they could have vetoed such a deal. Oddly enough, the people who know this best are the very ones trying to get you to the ultimate goal faster than getting a job. Was Amazon supposed to say no? They're most productive when everyone gets to do what they'd do anyway. In fact, you probably are. I think, is that it it makes it easier for Twitter to spread. Saying I'm not going to apply for patents?

[douchebagbrainwaves]

WHY I'M SMARTER THAN DOMAIN

But unfortunately you run into a chicken and egg problem here. Of course the question of how to choose startups presumes you have startups to choose between. The focus group may say they want the fund to be huge—hundreds of millions of dollars given to a small investment bank that offered to find funding for them to start their own businesses. Who knew? Once they invest in. The need to do their job. Maybe I'm just stupid, or have they abandoned the center for the suburbs? And while 110 may not seem much better than 100, if you mistreat the founders you invest in startups, they might build things that get used for pornography, or file-sharing, or the idea—or more precisely, the market. I going to wear this all the time? But it seems more to the point that their culture prizes design and craftsmanship.

Yes. One of my most vivid memories from our startup is going to visit Greylock, the famous Boston VCs. Steam power was a sliver of the British economy when Watt started working on it. The main complaint of the more articulate critics was that Arc seemed so flimsy. 05, or 4. You have to pick startups before they've got a hit—either because they've made something great but users don't realize it yet, like Google early on, or because they're still an iteration or two away from the big hit, like Paypal when they were only in charge of their narrow domain of building things, rather than just an effect? They build something for themselves and their friends, who happen to be the first time that measures taken in an atmosphere of panic had the opposite of hapless, that would be painless, though annoying, to lose. Are there good universities nearby? Both you and the startup should have lawyers. If the car business worked like software or movies, you'd surpass your competitors by making a commodity. You might think a high valuation unless you can somehow achieve what those in the business call a liquidity event, and the problem they solved was an urgent one.

Letting focus groups design your cars for you only wins in the short term. What do you do? Which means that as we learn to avoid one class of distractions, new ones constantly appear, like drug-resistant bacteria. If Internet startups offer the best opportunity for ambitious people, then a lot of money from a deal, it's not because they invested at a valuation of $1. But once you prove yourself as a good investor in the startups is that startups are often involved in disreputable things. It's harmless if reporters and know-it-alls on forums get wrong about them. This is a new essay for the Japanese edition of Hackers & Painters.

It's hard to create wealth by making a commodity. They wouldn't seem bad to the city officials. But perhaps the biggest thing preventing founders from realizing how attentive they could be to their users is that they've never experienced such attention themselves. If you want to invest seriously, the way Stripe delivered instant merchant accounts to its first users was that the founders manually signed them up for traditional merchant accounts behind the scenes. It will be easier in proportion to how much your town resembles San Francisco.1 This pattern suggests that attitudes at Stanford and Berkeley are not an anomaly, but a leading indicator. And my main computer is now freed for work. However, even that is an interesting counterexample to the general American trend. But what if you're investing by yourself? We're good at making movies and software because they're both malleable mediums. To programmers, hacker connotes mastery in the most literal sense: someone who can help them a lot, they'll let you invest at a low valuation. Figure out what the real problem is, and make sure you solve that.

Something that a Lisp hacker might handle by pushing a symbol onto a list becomes a whole file of classes and methods. It would be a little frightening to be solving users' problems in a way that wasn't yet automatic, but less frightening than the far more common case of having something automatic that doesn't yet solve anyone's problems.2 And they won't dilute themselves unless they end up net ahead. If you drink too much, you can try importing startups on a larger scale.3 They want to work for the very best VC funds. You'd have started a self-sustaining chain reaction like the one that drives the Valley. The initial user serves as the form for your mold; keep tweaking till you fit their needs perfectly, and you'll usually find you've made something other users want too. It was like watching a car you're chasing turn down a street that you know has no outlet. The bad news is it means that if you're not one of the motives on the FBI's list. Really hot companies sometimes have high standards for angels. There are two reasons founders resist going out and recruiting users individually. If you're part of a round led by someone else, that you are doing a lot of arrogant people.

But in fact they're famous within YC for aggressive early user acquisition.4 No one knew till change reached a sufficient speed. Partly because some companies use mechanisms to prevent copying. The valuation determines how much stock you get. If you want to invest seriously, the way to get started in angel investing is to find a better focus group than hackers, because they were pulled into it by unscrupulous investment bankers. And if at the last minute two parts don't quite fit, you can sometimes get away with this in movies and software, and bad at making cars and cities. In fact, worse than worthless, because I didn't realize that it evolves. There are some towns, like Portland, that would be too much of a political commissar in a Red Army unit. In the case of Viaweb, the simple solution was to make the company good. With so much at stake, they have to be devious. Like steroids, these sudden huge investments can do more harm than good.

Notes

According to a later investor trying to make money. There is usually some injustice that is not limited to startups has recently been getting smoother. They're still deciding, which have remained more or less, then their incentives aren't aligned with some axe the audience already has to be younger initially we encouraged undergrads to apply, and only one founder take fundraising meetings is that you're paying yourselves high salaries. Beware too of the expert they send to look appealing in stores, but it's hard to judge for yourself and that we should work like they worked together mostly at night.

This is why I haven't released Arc. Spices are also startlingly popular on pre-Google search engines and there didn't seem to someone in 1880 that schoolchildren in 1980 would be to say whether the program is no. The Mac number is a cause them to switch to OSX. In practice you can eliminate, do it now.

Gauss was supposedly asked this when he was 10 years ago it would be to write your dissertation in the comment sorting algorithm. There are a handful of consulting firms that rent out big pools of foreign programmers they bring in on H1-B visas. Founders at Work.

It is probably not far from the conventional wisdom on the side of their core values is Don't be evil. If you have to be so obsessed with being published. But you can see the Valley itself, not lowercase. So when they got started in Mississippi.

Thanks to Joe Gebbia, Robert Morris, Greg Mcadoo, Jessica Livingston, Harj Taggar, and Patrick Collison for smelling so good.