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it took me like 6 entire years to realise that squidward and squilliam were variations of the names edward and william. i feel dumb and now i have no idea how to take this.
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it’s been almost a month and i’m still devastated over this 😞
My fav Daft Punk song on each album (INCLUDING TRON 🗣)
Homework - Fresh
Discovery - High Life
H.A.A - The Brainwasher
TRON - End of Line
R.A.M - Give Life Back to Music
Everyone probably knew this was coming.
Fuck Disney
Fuck Discovery Networks
Fuck Netflix
I'm real late for this one sorry!
Inktober 2: Discovery
A monster. That's what the mob had said. They claimed a witch, a child born to the unholy union of an evil spirit and a mortal lived in these woods. A witch that could transform into a horrible monster had wreaked havoc amongst them and done damage to their homes.
Adelon didn't see any signs of a monster though. It was actually quite peaceful in the night covered woods. The half moon peaked through the canopy, and creatures sang in the darkness.
Striding confidently between trunks and over roots Adelon looked for signs of larger life. He shifted his guitar case on his shoulder as he scanned the area.
"How am I supposed to find someone out in the woods? This place is huge."
He shook his head and carried on with a sigh.
If he had known the price for his drink would be hunting down some monster he would've thought twice about drinking it. Maybe next time he would turn down the drink and the work, they say third time's the charm after all.
The hairs on the back of Adelon's neck stood up. He had caught a scent. Grief, despair, hopelessness drifted through the air. His mouth watered at the smell and he stretched his jaw a little.
Blue light filled his eyes as he leaned into his nightvision. The world became a livid blue color as details sharpened. He inhaled deeply. The despair was still faint, being carried on the wind from a ways off.
A shift of course and a shift in determination.
The scent struck again but stronger this time. Hairs stood on end once more. There was something else in the smell setting off alarms. He tightened his grip around the handle of the guitar case he carried.
Forgoing stealth the steady stride continued. Snapping twigs and rustling leaves accompanied rapid foot steps towards the despair-filled being.
Why would a monster despair this way?
A choked breath preceded a shift in the underbrush. Something was trying to flee. Someone was trying to hide.
"Hello? Whoever you are you can come out!"
A flash of white stood out against the dark blue leaves in the livid light. The smell of anguish left in its wake.
The chase began. Stealth was now adopted as much as possible while keep up with the flashes of skin and clothing. A quiet rush through a now silent forest. The moonbeams now forming a maze of split shadows.
A breath of fresh air struck Adelon, bereft of the scent he had been chasing. His head whipped around and his nostrils flared. He found it again, filtering through a thick clump of brush.
There was a hollow leading under a large tree behind the brush. It reeked of the darker emotions Adelon fed upon. Within pressed into the shadows against the wall was a pale creature with long black hair wearing a tattered graying blue dress.
A slitted pupil stared through the curtain of hair. The creature flashed a pair of lower fangs at the intruder. The low growl of a cornered creature warned against further entry.
Adelon placed the guitar case on the ground in front of him as he stepped through the brush and held his hands up.
"Hi. I was sent to find you, not hurt you. Ok?"
He touched the ceiling of the hollow and twisted from side to side to show he had no concealed weapons, and he pushed the guitar case a little further in with his foot.
The growling subsided and the slitted pupil widened into a more circular shape. The two stared each other down in silence.
The pale creature shifted away from the darkest shadows.
"What are you?"
"We're uh...friends."
"We?"
Adelon opened his mouth to respond but was stopped when he heard the creak of treated wood behind him. He whirled to see a dark figure hiding amongst the trees before he felt a sharp pain pierce his chest. He stumbled from the impact and tripped over the guitar case falling into the hollow.
The growls started again, angry this time. Adelon's eyes met a slitted one.
He cursed at the arrow in his shoulder. Then cursed as his quarry began to shift. Then whistled sharp.
The growling stopped for a second and the slit focused on the source of the high pitched sound, confused. Then black tendrils burst the guitar case and wrapped around the shifting creature pulling it tight and pulling it down. A roar of defiance swelled with the angered creature.
Animalistic growls and roaring static filled the hollow. A pair of arrows bounced off the ivory spine of the shadowy creature that had emerged from the case.
"Keep her down Bell! I'll handle the archers."
The slitted eyes widened as they watched the strange intruder rip the arrow from his chest. Then with a mixture of horror and wonder they watched his face split, his mouth opening wider then it should. A bright blue substance was spit into the night, once then twice. This was followed by yelling and a sickening thud as something fell from height.
The yells of witch, monster, and traitor swelled, as did the the barrage of arrows striking too close for comfort. They had been followed.
Struggle, shift, survive. That was what she knew, so that was what she did.
"Adelon! The orb, get us out of here!"
The shadow monster spoke in the voice of a bell choir through static.
A delicately crafted skeletal hand pulled a glass orb filled with swirling indigo smoke. Adelon took it and stared into its depths.
"Naut! Naut pick up!"
A bright green eye filled the mists. It's cross-hair pupil focusing on the vampire squid spawn.
"Adelon. Have you found her?"
"Yes we found her. But we ran into a-"
His words bled into a yell as another arrow pierced his shoulder. He ripped it out, then turned and fired another glob of bioluminescent goo into the night.
"Hurry up Adelon! I'm losing my grip."
"Are you under attack?"
"Yes! Get us out of here Naut! We got her! Get us out NOW!"
A chant mixed with a low resonating meow echoed from the orb. Light grew in the slits of the cross hair pupil as the echoing sound crescendoed. The orb split, opening a swirling portal that filled the back wall of the hollow.
Pinks, purples, indigos, yellows, oranges, greens, reds. They swirled and dance amongst each other. Neon and matte clashing, mixing, sloshing as the doorway to the In-Between sputtered like an open wound in the fabric of the universe.
"Help me move her!"
"Right! 3...2...1...Jump!"
Adelon and Lucy Bell shoved the shifting, struggling creature they had been sent to retrieve through the portal.
They drifted through the In-Between feeling like they were being pulled apart in every direction while resting in the comfort of lucid imagination. Whether they screamed or sang they knew not, but just as quickly as they entered they fell to a wooden floor.
Lucy Bell unfurled from the large, scaled creature she had contained, swirling herself up into a jaguar-like appearance to return the growls she was receiving from the creature.
Adelon shuffled himself into a chair at a table and collapsed. Applying pressure to his most recent wound as it began to regenerate beneath his palm.
The scaled creatures eyes shifted between the two who had shoved it through the strange portal. Her growl had deepened and warned not to strike. Her rows of sharp teeth bared, her claws rested on the floor, her scales fully emerged to protect her. The hair that had acted as a curtain to hide her had become a thick mane that now stood on end to make her seem bigger.
The shifting, wary gaze fell upon a third creature that stood directly before her. An odd creature; small and furry, with pointed ears and pupils the shape of a four-pointed star. It's two tails swayed back and forth as if it was pleased to see her.
"Hello Lungling. I am Naut, the owner of this fine establishment. Tell me, what is your name?"
Life at 25: New perspective New Ideas...
So the year of 24-25 has been a beautiful one if I look at it poetically, as the struggle to survive the world I'm in has been difficult. But my eyes have been opened to new angles and view points. I've always been a multidimensional thinker, but I've discovered new sides to life, issues, people. It's been a fabulous year and a half with discoveries, revelations, new perspectives. I have become stronger even if at times I think I haven't come far at all. As crappy as life is right now, there is a positive and that is in my mind. My mind is a gift to me. My writing, my photography has become my strong holds when at times it feels as though they are being taken from me, that is when I tug even hard at my core to dig deep within myself to create something. Something to express. So I had a new shoot this week. And although my camera is just ticking the crap out of me as it can barely handle anything (such as clouds/rain that happened on Sunday) I'm too broke to get a new one. So I'm still shooting. And although my brain fog has my hands out feeling and listening to what is around me I still write. As difficult as it is sometimes. I wonder what else I will discover this week.
Sequoia Red (via Sequoia Red)
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So, a week ago, Daft Punk retired. Some days after (Maybe 3 or 4, I’ve lost count) I found out. Why this wasn’t immediately brought to my attention? I don’t know. Just because I found out later doesn’t mean I’m not upset about it though.
I guess through recent binging, I’ve really learned from them to make “art” for me. Because I want to. If it makes me happy, I should be allowed to enjoy and share it. I want to share what brings me joy with you all. There may be upcoming content you’ll disagree with or turn away, but I’m tired of making art I think others will like. I’m going to do “art” (Music, Visual Art, etc.) On my own terms because I love it.
You know what else I love? This band. I’m still really sour over their retirement, but I can understand why they’d call it off. Even though they weren’t a huge part of my life, I’ve still loved it whenever I head it. Now I’m taking my time to listen to their music, explore their past and explore myself. Thank you, Daft Punk, for bringing me this clarity. I love y’all.
P.S. Your dances on Just Dance are the best ones
"Discovery" Here is a watercolor illustration that I had finished a little while ago. I've really enjoyed playing around with this medium, it really gives a storybook element to the piece. I love painting these lil mushroom sprouts.
This is what AI is truly for.
Announced today, March 9th 2022, intrepid expedition team Endurance22 in the Weddell Sea, carrying The Explorers Club flag, uncovered the resting place of Ernest Shackleton's ship Endurance. Find out why this discovery's’ timing has such a poetic twist!
the discovery crew watching michael fucking die: 👁👄👁
the reason everybody in star trek has dead mums is because michael took them a l l. all of them. they all belong to michael now. i'm sorry.
"why can't you get it through your head? i don't want a freak like you as a brother!" "but i love you" "you're not capable of love!" was my villain origin arc
gotta love the star trek trope of "shouting at something they know full well is a hallucination in a public place"
Watching Star Trek: Discovery for the first time and if Michelle Yeoh ever told me that she loved me like a daughter I would simply be puddle on the floor.