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🎶 *Cranks up the Industrial Synthwave* 🎶
#cyberpunk 2077#johnny silverhand#cat cosplay#cosplay#cats#kitty#cats in costumes#cat#fan art#cat costume#aww#cats of tumblr#distopian#cyberpunk#punk
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The time kaleidoscope.
Jonas ran. He was nearly there, time was breaking down around him. Each fracture a glimpse into his past and the worlds. If only he could get to the reset panel he could fix the disaster that he had unwittingly unleashed. There was no definitive start point from Jonas’s perspective. One day he might have been at the beginning and the next he would be turning it on. Jonas had not made the machine out of benevolent desire for the betterment of humankind, but out of arrogance just because he could. He never stopped to think if he should.
Jonas could not remember exactly when he realised that he was living his days out of order. Too single minded in his task, he had entered a madness of obsession, re-living the same days over and over. Maybe it was when the cracks opened and he could no longer tell which event was historical and which was yet to happen that was the impetus that he needed to realise that he had made a terrible mistake. He saw dark and terrible futures if he did not fix the machine where everyone lived their life non-linearly. One day they would be an adult and the next a child. All he knew was that he had to undo the damage his arrogance had wrought.
People had always laughed at Jonas and dismissed him as mad. Through the fractures in time and space he re-lived each failure and success; he lived thousands of years in moments. He saw the heat death of the universe and the beginning of time. Jonas could see infinite possible futures through the cracks in time. He saw himself running to the reset panel in many of them, and stopping time breaking more than it already had and saving the world. He could no longer tell which version of him he was. It was like looking through a bizarre kaleidoscope of possible futures. Each possibility blurring into each other and happening at the same time, it became maddening the longer he looked but it was impossible to look away. Each future was happening to him at the same time.
Time fractured further. Jonas ran. He was nearly there, time was breaking down around him. Each fracture a glimpse into his past and the worlds. If only he could get to the reset panel he could fix the disaster that he had unwittingly unleashed…
#creative writing#short story#flash fiction#time travel#time machine#distopian#time#alternate reality#kaleidoscope#time loop
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Man walking home from shops - Ink on paper, 148x148mm, 2023.
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“Shift”, de Hugh Howey
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Hero x Villain
This is part of a larger story. Here is the link to Chapter 1
Chapter 3
Sewer water rushed around them as the Villains made it to the end. An open grate that poured the water down into large smelly pools of filth. Undercrust layer 50. The trio took the maintenance ladder down to the catwalks that led all over the city.
People knew better than to push and shove. Sure the catwalks were crowded, but the streets were flooded with crap, literally, so you just moved with the flow, keeping an eye out for the bridge that led to your destination. The patched up rope bridge soon came into view. Built out of anything they could get a hold of, it had metal, wood, plastic, and even a particularly dangerous rubber patch. Tele led them over it, using their power to ensure they didn’t fall.
The sketchy bridge led to a patch work building, a neon sign above spelled out “Bar Keeps Tavern” which to the three was home. Metal clanged together as Tele pushed open the door. “Welcome!” A large man popped up from behind the bar. His shaggy black and white hair draped over his eyes. “Children! Welcome back! How was the Uppercrust? Did you do anything fun?” He also talked a lot.
“Hey Keeper, the Uppercrust was bright, we had a ton of fun, and made good use of all those bombs.” Tele could also talk a lot.
“Good good, good to have you all back. More Drones around lately, it puts me on edge when you all are away. Drones make bad customers, but they always pay so it’s not so bad.”
“The Drones came in for a drink?” WC took her usual seat on the bar.
“They’ve come in twice now. Weren’t very talkative.”
WC glances a Tele, “Well Keep if they come in again close up. They aren’t the kind we want hanging around.”
“Right, that’s a good idea. Thanks Wixie.”
She jumped off the counter, going to the trap door that led to their hideout. “Anytime Keep.” The trap door was light, made out of some metal they salvaged. Down a couple steps, and a narrow tunnel, they found themselves in a large room. A table with maps of the Uppercrust, held down by a dud bomb, and a metal arm. Against the far wall was a fan that blew a cool breeze through the room and out the other side. It also brought the smell inside. Rot and crap, the smell of layer 50.
Tele dropped their bag on the floor, heading for their hammock. “Home sweet, smelly home.” They collapsed into the makeshift bed causing the wall to groan.
“I wonder how they picked the heroes.” Barrier leaned over the table tracing the route we took to the Queen’s mansion.
“Through careful evaluation and training that killed a few ‘subjects’. Not that it matters, we need to plan how we are going to take down the Hero Program.” WC stood across the table from him.
A remote hovered in the air in front of WC. “Oh, that reminds me!” Tele sat up in their hammock, sitting in it like a swing. They had to be using their powers because if WC tried sitting in it like that she’d fall over. “I wanted to see if we made it in the nightly report.”
The remote clicked, a whirring noise came from a small projector above. A flicker, then a projected image of the nightly report came up on the wall behind her. She turned to see a grainy image of herself shooting a laser pistol at Flight.
“Eeeeeeee!” Tele squealed. “Look, we’re celebrities!”
The video cut right after WC pulled out her sword, a stiff looking woman came on. “That video was taken earilier today by a Queen’s hover Drone outside her personal residence. Two of the Villains have been identified as 04061327096 codename Telekinesis,” an even blurrier image of Tele came up, “ and 10011327056 codename Barrier-”
“Ah! Bair bair look, we’re famous.” Tele was jumping in their seat.
“The unnatural one has yet to be identified. All three are said to be armed and dangerous. Any information on these villains must be reported to the Hero Program immediately.”
“Awe, WC they didn’t recognize you.” Tele slumped back into the hammock.
“That’s because I finally got all that junk they put into my hair and eyes out.”
“Yeah, stupid of them now they don’t know what you look like.”
“It also means they don’t know my power yet.”
“Well, now that we are celebrities I’m sure more people will follow us. Soon we will have the whole Undercrust fighting with us. Tonight I vote we eat and sleep.” A pack of food rations floated up from their stockpile, into Tele’s lap.
Barrier glanced at WC before grabbing a ration pack for himself, and settling into the hammock under Tele. “I, uh - I second that.”
This is why they couldn’t vote on anything. “Ugh, fine.” WC grabbed a ration pack for herself. “But tomorrow we plot the destruction of an empire.” She settled into a dingy couch.
Above them in the bar Keep spoke with a few customers that came in, walking back and forth to serve drink orders. And just like a lullaby it puts her to sleep
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I can make werewolves really not cool really fast.
" Omg I love werewolves! Heres mine.. domestically bred."
#werewolf#Werewolves#werewolf oc#Werewolf design#character design#cursed images#cursed image#cursed art#drawing#body horrow cw#Body horror#distopian
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Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.
1984 by George Orwell
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Dystopian Times - Venn Diagram
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Day 101 of Writing Something Everyday
(365 Day Challenge)
.The Blue Spectre//One.
By Jenni
I woke up standing in the middle of a parking lot with no recollection of where I was, I was soaked to the bone in the skies tears when I noticed a glowing "open" sign in the distance.
Did I sleepwalk again? I wondered, I looked to my left and right to see if I could spot any familiar surroundings but I didn't see anything but darkness.
Darkness and this pink and blue open sign buzzing in and out - a beacon to most lonely travellers.
A beacon to me..
Shaking off the rain from my jacket, I stepped into the tiny hole in the wall diner.
I couldn't remember this diner ever being here before I thought as my eyes scanned the place.
But where was here? I thought to myself puzzled..
There was no one here, no one at all.
"Hello?" I called into the dim lit room, the echo was eerie. A small silver service bell sat on the counter - walking over to it I gave it two quick taps.
A waitress came out from somewhere in the back, her name tag said 'Hope'.
"What can I do ya for?" She asked. I stared in awe at her face - she didn't have one, yet I could tell she was smiling.
I shook the questions away from my head.
"Uh, Um - yeah.." I stuttered.
"Could I get a burger, fries and a coke, please?"
She scribbled on her notepad and again with another lipless faceless smile she spun around on her heels walking away while assuring me that my food would be done shortly.
The jukebox played a song I recognize but I couldn't tell you the name of it off by heart.
As I waited I looked around the place again, where am I?
"You're lost because you're too busy trying to figure other things out" a man's voice emerged out from the silence startling me a bit I clutched my bubble gun with my left hand.
He drug his left foot when he walked - the other clunking noise was the wooden cane against the floorboards. Once he was finally in view standing crookedly by the table in which I sat, he looked down at me like a parent would an unruly child. He was giving me "the look" without having a face - how was this possible? And how tall was this guy?
"How did you know what I was thinking?"
I asked him, I couldn't see if he had a name tag - there wasn't one. I don't think he works here, I assumed as he was not wearing a uniform.
He hovered over me smiling down a toothy grin, smiling like that was creepy on its own but - I can't begin to describe the look of it with no features or caricature.
"I know a lot of things... dearie" he gestured around the diner with his cane in hand.
"Do you see the things - the artifacts in front of you on the table? These are what will lead you home"
All of a sudden the table I was at was filled with important looking objects - they looked familiar yet I couldn't put my finger on what was so special about these things. And these things were so not here two seconds ago I thought.
"I just put them there, now" the man answered my thought.
"Dude! You so gotta stop doing that"
He grinned wider now.
Oookay - I started scanning the room for exits, this guy was freaking me out and blocking me from getting out of this diner without a huge brawl.
"What do you need?" I asked him.
"Me? Oh no dearie, I don't need anything, it's what I have to give you that's important"
"And that is?" I asked, would this dude get to the punch line..gosh!
"My deepest apologies, dearie.. The objects that are in front of you, they will help you. Each object holds the key to getting back home"
"but how will-"
"You'll know when the time's right, dearie. Now put these artifacts in your satchel safely." He instructed then he spun to walk away dragging his foot with him.
"Ah, and one more thing - time is not what you think and watch out for writings on the wall, this dream's within a dream" He hobbled away leaving it at that
Now what did he mean by all that? I thought, I grabbed the notebook on the table and jotted down what he said word for word. This was weird and I was definitely going to have a lot of notes to take.
There were many types of lanterns and candles, a notebook that I was now acquainted with, literature, a looking glass. How would any of this help me?
I shook my head in disbelief and began stuffing the things one by one into my satchel.
This seems stupid I thought.
Moments later the faceless waitress came bearing my supper and it looked delicious - only I was confused why it all had McDonald's wrappers on it.
I shrugged and began to dig in - I was not going to ask questions this time, this place was weird but I hadn't eaten in four days, I could've definitely eaten anything right now.
As I was mowing down on my food like the lady I truly am, I hear a weird noise coming from behind my head.
Turning around in my seat, I see symbols glowing on the wall just feet away from me.
"Strange...." I exclaimed grabbing the leather notebook and copying down the symbols quickly.
This was an old language, not many people even knew about it. I knew who could help me but I hadn't spoken to him in years. Not since...
I rubbed my eyes as if to brush away the cobwebs of the past and moved my gaze from the wall to the notebook and vice versa.
"Strange..." I repeated.
Walking back to my table, I sat down and shoved the notebook into my bag then proceeded to finish my meal.
I started thinking about the items I had put in my satchel. I had a lot of things but no map or compass, how do you find anything without those basic items?
I scoffed at myself - I'm a skilled cartographer that can't find their own way home..
"I can help with that" A deep voice boomed from behind my head.
I swallowed hard and gripped my bubble gun.
I so couldn't wait to level up in rank so I could upgrade to pistol.
//Soundtrack//
Cheap Trick-Dream Police
ABBA-Super Trouper
#story#thoughts#steampunk#distopian#original writing#creative writing#writeblr#writers on tumblr#written word#sci fi#thriller#horror#feelings#spilled words#spilled thoughts#original character
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By Adonis
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"Wake up Samurai. We have a couch to shred."
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Last Man Standing
Summary: The last person on Earth writes their final thoughts.
WC: ~600
Warnings: suicidal ideation (pls tell me if there are any more I should add)
a/n: This is my first time posting my own work anywhere. I really only use Tumblr to read fanfics, but I don't actually write fics lol. I wrote this piece for a creative writing class. I had no idea where I was going with it, but I liked the final product. I may or may not post more of my own stuff. It'll be kind of an eclectic collection if I do. | masterlist
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Silence. It’s one of those things that feels inescapable, all-encompassing, yet void. I’ve lived most of my life in silence, but I remember what it was like before. The world used to be lively and joyous, but then silence wrapped its cold dead hands around me. It hasn’t let go yet, and I’m not sure it will.
I think I miss music the most. Music was something that brought so much color to my life. Each moment could be marked by a song. I used to listen to music with my family. We would all sing and dance together and just have a good time. I can’t do that anymore. I’m alone in the silence.
What I crave is the sound of people. The everyday hustle and bustle. Passing conversations, laughter, crying, fighting, and joy. Joy has a sound and you don’t even realize that until you no longer hear it. The sound of someone’s slowing breath when you hug them. That’s joy. The sound of playful banter during a game. That’s joy. There is no joy anymore because it’s only me, the earth, and my dear enemy: silence.
At this point, I’m just waiting for death to take me like silence did. It’s already taken everyone else in this dull world. Why not me? Why did I have to be the last man standing?
As a child, you fantasize about what it would be like to be the last person on Earth. You would raid the grocery stores and eat whatever you wanted. You would live in the nicest house in your neighborhood and steal the biggest TV from Walmart. You could do whatever you wanted whenever you wanted. The thing you fail to realize when you’re a kid is that when everyone is gone, your life becomes bleak and lonely. Not only that but there is no one working so nothing works. I don’t have electricity or running water anymore. All the laptops and phones I could find ran out of power a long time ago. For a while, I was listening to the few records I could find, but I listened to them so much that they got worn and don’t work anymore. I’m so desperate to hear anyone’s voice. To feel anyone’s embrace, even death’s. But no. Death isn’t merciful. It left me in the hands of its sister, silence.
Next time you find yourself imagining being the last man standing, remember that you will never hear or see your family again. Remember that you will never go on a trip with your friends again. Remember that everything you rely on will stop. Not as fun as you had hoped, huh? That first week is fine. You get to live out that childhood fantasy of eating sweets for every meal and taking everything you ever wanted from the store. After that, the reality of it all starts to sink in. You hope and pray that someone will walk through that door. You don’t care if all they do is yell at you for doing something wrong, you just want to see someone. Hear someone.
I guess if someone is reading this then maybe I wasn’t the last man standing after all. I’m sorry for leaving you alone, but I can’t stand to be in the company of silence anymore. It’s driving me insane. I can’t even hear my own voice. The narrator in my head died along with everyone else. If death won’t come to me on her own, I’ll bring her to me. I hope you don’t share my fate. I’ll be waiting for you on the other side.
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Dating apps be like : find a special someone we believe in you ! Delete us after you have found someone . Of course, we think you will find someone! ><
Also dating apps: ...
That is to say, I have re-downloaded Bumble again 💀✨️
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Brazil (1985) Dir. Terry Gilliam.
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