and here we have a girl figuring out its official art

florabell  asked:

Omg I would love to read your take on the "I can hear you having mental breakdowns" AU because I can absolutely imagine Clarke being strung out with med school stress and Bell being a Mum and fretting over her

A|N: this got…. really, really long, so I’m just gonna apologize in advance and put it down as me being trash for neighbours!bellarke. Hope you like it!

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It only occurs to him that he has a new neighbour when he wakes to the sound of a distinctly feminine voice cursing out someone.

And it’s not like Murphy was ever quiet or a remotely considerate neighbour or anything, but Bellamy’s pretty sure that he’s never woken him up at six in the morning with his yelling. Huffing, he shrugs on a shirt, shuffles over to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. He has to be up in an hour for work anyway, so there’s no point in trying to go back to sleep.

He does, however, start feeling a little concerned when the muffled swearing grows progressively louder instead of abating. Maybe his new neighbour is actually hurt or something, and the increasingly profane swear words are her way of expressing her distress. It’s plausible, right? The nice, neighbourly thing to do would be to check up on her. Or at the very least, maybe pound on the wall and tell her, in no certain terms, to shut the fuck up.

As tempting as the latter option is, he finds himself edging out of the door anyway, crossing the hallway to knock at her door cautiously.

The door jerks open at the second knock, and he he has to hide his surprise at the figure standing by the doorway. She’s a lot tinier than he expected her to be, dressed in stained scrubs with her hair piled up into a messy bun, stray strands drifting over her collarbone distractingly.

She arches a brow over at him, the tilt of her chin challenging. “Yes?”

“Uh, hi. I live over at 5C? Just next to you?” He gestures over at his ajar apartment door, resisting the urge to make a snide remark about how thin the walls are in the complex. “And you just— I don’t know what’s happening, but you’ve been yelling for the past hour or so? I just wanted to make sure you’re not being murdered, like, five feet away from me.”

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anonymous asked:

Genji and Angela in an arrange marriage maybe?

Soooo like Princess Angela and the son of an Emperor, am I right?


Princess

Gency. AU. Fluff. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. 


One day. He only has one more day of freedom and of his own choices. Father says he should be proud, happy to be serving the clan as such. But as many times as Hanzo likes to label him, Genji is not a fool. The second son has very little value. A pawn to be married off in deals with other clans and empires.

The King and Queen sit across from them. Tall and graceful. Somehow, they convey respect without that air of fear. Their guards are of bright colors and small weapons. His eyes keep straying to the girl sitting at their side. Her foreign, blonde hair rare among his people.

The Princess.

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SnK Chapter 93 Poll Results

The chapter 93 poll closed with 1,143 entries. Can I start with a wow? With so many responses, this is going to be a long one.

RATE THE CHAPTER
(1024 responses)

The Marley Files continue to grow on us. 77% of respondents rated Chapter 93 very highly.

Best chapter I’ve ever reviewed in a while. I hope next month will deliver heavy stuff.

My Jaeger reunion hype was amplified by 3000 eggplants after this chapter

Loved the diversity in the new characters. Riener is so torn mentally & emotionally. I believe few more pages on the warrior are still needed before getting back to Paradise. I sense a glimpse of hope in escaping a doomed end. somebody will live & achieve freedom. who? hard to tell.

Everybody has different opinions about the plot, but I do not think anyone can argue about the art. Love this manga. Want to see Levi again!

I never imagined I could love these characters even more. Now I do. Bravo Isayama-sensei, I never felt so hyped for this chapter for the longest time!

Stop trying to make these new kids happen, Isayama. It’s not going to happen.

My interest in the manga is reaching an all time low with this focus on Marley. And it looks like we’ll still be there next month. I’m so done.

I haven’t minded these recent chapters, but I haven’t felt like I enjoyed them since its a virtually unknown cast. I did however enjoy chapter 93!

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Saga on Ice - Yuri on Ice Karatsu Tourism Collaboration

Saga on Ice is a special tourism collaboration held by the city of Karatsu in Saga Prefecture, as Karatsu was used as the model for Hasetsu, Yuri’s home town in Yuri on Ice. Saga prefecture is right next to me(I live in northern Fukuoka), and although I’ve been to Saga city I’ve never been to Karatsu. I’ve always been meaning to explore Kyushu some more given how much time I’ve spent living here, and given that this event was going on over Golden Week and @hideoutfromreality​ was visiting I figured it was a good chance. 

What I knew: The Karatsu tourism organization are really excited about Karatsu being featured in an anime and want to take advantage of it with some limited merch.
What I didn’t know: The Karatsu tourism organisation are really, really excited about this and kinda went all out lmao. I was surprised at how much they did to attract YOI fans to the place.

Anyway, I bought a little Viktor with me, so here’s my photo report of the things we saw.

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anonymous asked:

I'm way too excited with your fem!ed fanfiction and I was wondering, hope its not an issue, if you have any headcanon about a fem!ed in the series like if it was canon? I don't think it would have changed the story since fem!ed is just as badass in my imagination but I was thinking in the interaction with other characters like Mustang and the crew, Hughes, Armstrong, Hohenheim, Winry and Alphonse himself, maybe Greed/Ling and the chimera? Sorry if I'm asking too much hope you don't hate me!!!

no worries! i’m happy to answer :)

hm so

mustang: does not realize ed is a girl until she come to take the state alchemists exam. honestly not even then, just thinks ed is an especially pretty boy. ed realizes this about two seconds in and tells al not to call her sister around mustang because she wants to see how long it takes him to notice. six months later ed comes back from a mission and she’s thirteen and puberty has started to rear its ugly head and roy’s like HOLD ON A FUCKING MINUTE and for the rest of his life everyone makes fun of him for the fact that roy spent years of his life thinking ed was a boy. roy also gives himself a heart attack because of all the times he sent a GIRL into very dangerous places with bad men. and he tries to give her safe missions for two seconds until she threatens to castrate him if he doesn’t stop being a sexist dick. he stops being a sexist dick but he WORRIES and FRETS.

riza: she and ed are the only girls on the team. they are Best Friends. riza takes ed under her wing, and ed’s seen too much to be a child and riza’s not a mother, but they toe this line of best friend and sisters, and riza teaches her everything she needs to know about being a woman in the military and ed doesn’t want to be same type of military woman riza is, she’s too much of a brat or that, but she listens and pays attention and riza expected this to be a mentorship but by the time ed’s sixteen they are tried and true friends who spar together and get brunch and help each other get ready for dates.

havoc: the entirety of havoc and ed’s relationship is playful flirting mostly because it makes roy’s eye twitch. havoc is a country boy and goes “well hello there ma’am” to ed when she’s a tiny twelve year old and does silly stuff like say, “you’re looking awfully pretty today, miss elric,” in this thick southern twang thats not even close to natural. and it makes ed laugh and so she pretends to be delicate southern belle with him, places her hand over her mouth and going ‘why i never!” and by the time ed has grown into a beautiful young woman havoc is so used to playing this game with her that rumors run rampent that havoc and ed are dating. havoc tries to dispel them because now whenever he hits on girls they think he’s stepping out on ed, but whenever he tried to get ed to help out she just goes “honey, i thought we had something special!” VERY LOUDLY but she sets him up with her pretty friends so it evens out

hughes: ed is elycia’s dear big sister! to be honest he’s really grateful ed is there to be such a good role model for her. oddly goes less pap bear because somehow someway ed being a girl gives roy EVEN LESS chill and when she starts dating the nice wide eyed privates roy looks like he’d like nothing more than to incinerate them all.

armstrong: meets ed and is immediately reminded of olivier. gives ed the same treatment he gives his elder sister, which is hilarious. olivier meets ed and has never approved of someone so strongly in her life. her and olivier bond asap and its one hundred percent terrifying. whenever they’re all in central olivier, ed, and riza will go out together and it’s beauty and grace and terror.

ling/greed: oh poor ling. things go as they go but something in him tugs towards ed, and who can blame him. but he needs her so he still uses her like he does, but towards the end he’s just like - this woman is the type of woman i need one day. and he becomes greed and greed understand - ed is a precious, rare jewel that they must posses. so he offers to sleep with her for ling, and ling is FURIOUS but greed’s like chill, conquest is only fun when they come to your willingly. but ling makes him lay off, and but greed still flirts wit her a ton. which confuses her and makes her angry, because it’s not the dumb prince flirting with her, it’s the homunculi, and she likes both of them and they both like her and it’s just. really confusing. so she doesn’t worry about. then they go on the Great Camping Trip and Ling and Greed are RIGHT THERE and ling loves her, loves this girl of precious metal and fire who’s determined to save the whole damn world, and greed loves her greed “the whole damn world, huh? thats something i can get behind” and they tumble together one night and ed can’t keep track if it’s ling or greed inside her but it feels amazing and important and real when little else does.

and things go a little differently in the end. greed and ling separate but greed doesn’t die, he gets his old body back. and they all three go their separate ways, but -

ling is named emperor. and there are many beautiful woman being send to him as his brides, one form each clan, but they’re not who he wants. if he wants to be the leader no one has ever been, he has to do what they’ve never done. so he sends and envoy to central where ed is still serving in the amestrian military under fuher mustang and with and offer of marriage.

and ed accepts. she thinks she’s losing her mind but she accepts and becomes the official ambassador from amestris to xing and, oh yeah, empress of xing. which has a ton of responsibilities and really, ling, couldn’t you have picked on of your eleven other wives to be empress? no. and ling never touches his other wives, the role evolved from a concubine position to a political one, and each of his wives become spokespersons for their clans. and everyone is very wary of their immortal emperor and foreign empress, be ed dedicates herself to studying the language and the history and the alkahestry and becomes a master in the art herself and combined her and ling just. make so many good changes.

and then greed rolls up a few years in like hey i heard you guys were ruling a country how’s that going. and ed and ling don’t even have to think about it, they pounce greed and bring the homunculi to their bed and greed just. sticks around being the lover to the emperor and empress of xing.

and al and winry move to xing because fuck if they’re going to be left behind. and the entire country of xing is like ???? what is going on.

but eventually it becomes this Thing. like “hey didn’t drachma declare war on us or something?” “ye dont worry about it the emperor took care of it.” “how?? the army hasn’t been deployed.” “ye he sent the empress and her brother to take care of it.” “…our immortal emperor. who has a non-human, immortal lover, sent his mortal wife and brother in law to defeat AN ENTIRE DRACHMAN ARMY?” “yeah. we won. drachma took back their declaration of war and drafted a peace treaty instead.” “what the fuck.” “listen, i don’t pretend to understand. he’s not sleeping with his eleven wives from the clans, the empress spends half her time in the library, and no one has any idea what’s going on with the immortal monster with sharp teeth, but according to the rumors from the palace the emperor and empress are most definitely and loudly sleeping with him. but violence is down, poverty is down, literacy is up, and the chances of there ever being a draft seem pretty low considering our empress casually fights whole armies. whatever. they can do what they want its clearly working.”

(around the time ed turns 25 and ling still looks the same as when he was 15 it occurs to ling and greed that their lover isn’t immortal and they beg and plead and there are many many tears before ed agrees to become immortal too. she only does it because al tells her too.

by the time she’s 45 she figures out away to triple someones lifespan using alkahesrty but it’s dangerous and costly and terrifying. she uses it on al and winry who basically bitch for 300 years that she should have figured it out before they got arthritis, thank much)

How Director Taika Waititi Managed to Make Thor Funny

Taika Waititi was wearing a G-string when he decided to start making his own movies. It was 2002, more than a decade before Marvel plucked the director from his native New Zealand and tasked him with revamping the formulaic Thor series into a psychedelic romp for the God of Thunder’s third film, Thor: Ragnarok. Back then, Waititi was just an actor playing a stripper in an Australian television series called the The Strip. And he was not happy about it. “I was being paid money. So on the one hand, I was eating and paying rent,” says Waititi, 42. “On the other hand, I was creatively depressed, because I was getting my body waxed and having to eat tuna all day. I remember thinking, ‘I’m helping to make someone else’s bad idea. I’m sure I have better ideas than this.’”

He did. During breaks in the greenroom on set, Waititi wrote his first film, a short about three kids hanging out in a parking lot titled Two Cars, One Night. The movie’s mix of childish innocence and deadpan humor has since become Waititi’s trademark. It was also nominated for an Academy Award in 2005. When the camera cut to Waititi’s seat during the ceremony, he pretended to be asleep. “Because that film did really well, I felt like the pressure was on to direct as a job,” he says.

But he could also create parts for himself—ones that didn’t involve giving lap dances. He played a pot-smoking dad with killer Michael Jackson dance moves in his 2010 movie Boy and a priest who gives a funeral sermon about Doritos in his ’16 movie Hunt for the Wilderpeople. Like his first movie, those films focused on misfit kids in search of family. They also upended stereotypes about the Maori, the indigenous New Zealanders. (Waititi is half Maori.) Both movies set records for the highest-grossing local films in New Zealand. Waititi won awards at the Sundance and Toronto film festivals.

Yet as his fame grew in his native country, Waititi assiduously avoided Hollywood. He bailed on the Disneyprincess flick Moana after writing a first draft in favor of making the vampire mockumentary What We Do in the Shadows with fellow Kiwi Jemaine Clement from the comedy Flight of the Conchords. Waititi says his worst nightmare is becoming “a writer for hire in Burbank.” And yet here he is at the Montage Hotel in Beverly Hills promoting a Marvel superhero movie that he directed. It happens to be a delightfully weird one: The film about Thor’s tribulations as an enslaved gladiator features a sensitive rock monster played by Waititi himself, Jeff Goldblum in turquoise eyeliner and a gag about the Hulk’s private parts. But it is a superhero movie nonetheless. Says the director of how he got here: “I’m just as surprised as everyone else.”

His father was a farmer and artist, and Waititi dabbled in painting, animation, photography, poetry and stand-up comedy in his 20s and 30s. His visual art is irreverent and sometimes political, like a series of U.S. dollar bills in which the Presidents have been replaced by figures like a Ku Klux Klan member or Ronald McDonald. It’s clear why Waititi wound up an actor: he has a surplus of energy that lends itself to comedy. During my interview with him, he not only fidgets but also manages to contort himself into 12 distinct positions on the couch. This goofiness almost covers up the fact that he’s also got movie-star looks and a slick sense of style: fellow director Ava DuVernay recently called him the “best-dressed helmer in the business” after he wore a pineapple romper to an appearance at San Diego Comic-Con.

It’s especially gauche to brag in New Zealand, which is why Waititi brushes compliments off with self-deprecation. But we’re in America now. “Here, it’s almost like you have to do that to be successful,” he says. Coming to Hollywood has consequently been a bit of a culture shock. “I learned very early from my family that there’s no money in art, which is nice. It takes the pressure off,” he says. “But people get passion for art and passion for fame confused here. So many actors are like, ‘I love the craft,’and I’m like,‘No, you love being recognized on the street.’”

That is not true, Waititi says, of Thor star Chris Hemsworth. (The two became friends a few years ago after Hemsworth congratulated the director on Boy’s success.) But when Marvel asked Waititi to pitch a Thor movie, the duo decided to keep their budding bromance under wraps. Neither wanted Waititi to get the job because of Hemsworth. Once he officially came onto the project in 2015, Waititi and Hemsworth quickly began plotting how they could revise Marvel’s most perfect—and perhaps most boring—superhero.

The second Thor movie got middling reviews, and Hemsworth had expressed doubts about the future of the franchise. Waititi is usually attracted to stories about outsiders, and Thor seemed to be the ultimate insider: when he lands on earth, girls swarm around him in hopes of grabbing selfies. “Traditionally, Thor is basically a good-looking rich kid from outer space,” says Waititi. “You don’t want to root for that guy. So how do you knock him down?”

You take away his powers. In Ragnarok, Thor is unceremoniously stripped of his hammer, his ability to control the skies, his freedom and, most shockingly to fans, his long locks. The Goddess of Death Hela (Cate Blanchett) arrives to set the apocalypse in motion, and Thor finds himself on a strange planet where he must compete in gladiatorial competitions with powerful creatures, including the Hulk.

Without his accoutrements, Thor is forcedto rely on his personality, and Waititi was determined to give him one. The director made use of Hemsworth’s knack for self-deprecating humor, first exhibited in last year’s Ghostbusters. “Chris is great at making fun of himself, which I was shocked nobody had exploited earlier,” says Waititi. They ditch Thor’s self-aggrandizing in favor of sheepish lines like, “I lost my hammer, like, yesterday, so that’s still pretty fresh.”

Waititi’s style involves a good deal of improvisation, which seems to have worked for Hemsworth and the Hulk actor Mark Ruffalo. In one improvised scene, the two Avengers share a heart-to-heart about their hot tempers while wearing only towels and lounging together on a bed. “I was filming this thinking, Is there any reality in which this ends up in the movie? Because this belongs in a Sundance film,” says Waititi. But the scene made it in.

Previous marriages between big studios and indie directors haven’t been so harmonious. LucasFilm (which, like Marvel, is owned by Disney) has parted ways with three directors over differences for its Star Wars films. When other directors like Colin Trevorrow (Jurassic World) or Gareth Edwards (Rogue One) make the leap from independent to studio films, their quirky voices are often subsumed by the formulas that drive big-budget films.

Not so for Waititi. Ragnarok’s humor is strange, the scenes character-driven, the plot isolated from the rest of the Marvel universe. It’ll either point superhero films in a refreshing direction or send fans into spasms over lack of reverence for the source material. Either way, 17 movies in, Marvel was willing to take the risk. “I had my doubts,” says Waititi of collaborating with the studio. “But I decided to focus on my strengths and let Marvel help me with the Marvel stuff. Like, I can never remember how many Infinity Stones there are.” (The powerful gems are scattered throughout Marvel’s movies. There are six of them.)

After Ragnarok premieres, Waititi plans to return to New Zealand. He’ll work on one of the scripts he has stowed away, like a mockumentary on werewolves or a stop-motion animated movie about Michael Jackson’s pet chimp, Bubbles. In other words, more of the wonderfully weird same.

Doubt

Summary: After getting a bad review on your debut novel, Lin is there to console you. 

Author’s Note: This was actually inspired and influenced entirely by the hateful anons a lot of my friends (and I) ran into this morning. I took something terrible and turned it into art. You’re welcome. 

So, officially, this is dedicated to the following people for being forces of talent, positivity, and radiance in this fandom and their daily lives. I appreciate and love all of you. 

@hamilbye | @strongenoughfoundation | @gratitudejoyandsorrow | @sunshinemiranda | @buckybarneshairpullingkink 

Additionally, the song Doubt by Mary J. Blige completely always helps me out when I have self-confidence issues (I listened to it while writing this, hence the title) + this Girl Power playlist is always helpful (and super fun to listen to). 

A special thank you to @spicydice for helping me out with some details for this fic! 

Words: 2,646 

Warnings: a little harsh criticism 


The city ran like it had just put down thirteen cups of coffee. The colors blurred, car horns honked in a never-ending sequence, and people jostled you to the side of the walk. You kept your head down, pressing a hand to your free ear while trying to make out what your friend was telling you through the phone that was pressed against your other ear.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I am amazed by all the breathtakingly gorgeous jewellery you are posting! So, so beautiful! - One question, though: is all of it women-worn only or are there pieces that were worn by men, too? (I am most interested in Roman/Greek/German rings - did men wear those, too?)

Hello! I’m glad you like my blog! I’m sorry I took so long to reply to you; I needed more research to answer you properly than I expected. I’ll talk about men’s jewelry more generally in my response to you, but I’ll be sure to comment on the Romans, Greeks, and early Germanic peoples too. 

This post is pretty long, so check under the cut for my answer. 

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Prompt: “This is not a game. You are falling to the point of no return.”

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Victor Zsasz x reader

By @tangentasilem


Tagging: @animeo2l @midnightschemesanddreams  @multi-villain-imagines
@gotham-city-tales  @queencobblefreezestuff @myregardstothereader @jokesterwrites @minpov @luciebell-writes @just-a-little-crazy @rawrcoptergaming @taintedmarker @emberandshadow @cobblehearts  @the-teapot-of-fandoms @awteitha @millicentcordelia @tangentasilem @socktrollqueen @miss-harleenquinzel @socktrollqueen @welcome-to-cobblepothell


ASK is open <3

I LOVE HEARING FROM YOU. THAT KEEPS ME GOING.

Request are closed for now, but drabble game is on.

Drabble game is HERE.

And here is my Masterlist. (It’s Up to Date)

New story should be up soon.

Tagging list is HERE if you want to be tagged - let me know.

I do The 100, Gotham and Fantastic Beasts.


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Space Ace Stickers! (+ other stickers!)

EDIT: I can’t get the links to work on this post for whatever reason, but I made a new post specifically with only the links to everything in here, so if you search the tag links on my blog, it should pop up! I’ll leave this in the comments as well, so people can see this even if it’s been reblogged~ Thank you!

So if you’re wondering why you were tagged here, you probably reblogged —> this 
And I felt obligated to gather all of you together to update everyone on how you can now officially get these, since so many of you/your followers liked them and left such sweet comments 💜  SO, getting right into it! 

 • Yeah, these are stickers and not buttons. YET! The (short) post explaining why is —> here

 • Once I have another $265 to buy a button maker for 1" buttons, I promise, they’ll be buttons~! In fact, once they’re buttons, they probably won’t be available as stickers anymore. I just decided to make the Space Ace into stickers because they got so popular, and the rest as fill-ins until I design more, better, stickers • Most of these are Space Ace buttons, but the other buttons (Steven Universe, Over the Garden Wall, Wander over Yonder, and Black Butler)  available can be seen —> here and here

 • I’m gonna be honest, the edges on this first batch (excluding the Black Butler stickers) are horrible, and I’m so sorry about that 🙃  I need to do some very simple and quick edits to the PS file before I print out any more, but this is my first time making stickers, so forgive the Learning-By-Trial-And-Error stage just starting out. As I space them better, and save up to buy a circle Matt cutter, the quality will improve~! 

 • They will probably be available through most, if not all, of the summer months, and the remaining spring months, as that’ll be the time I finish up my animation class, and make more things to sell over summer break~ 

 • S+H will be added to the price after they’re sent, because I’m still learning how the heck you figure out adding that stuff into the charge before sending them, but unless you live outside the US, that should be under $10 (also if anyone that does this all the time wants to teach me how to figure that out, you’d be such a blessing, cause I’m horrible at math, and don’t even know what to look for/where to start looking for it to learn :’ ) ) 

 • I do plan to make more stickers/buttons for the LGBT+ community like the Ace ones I made (even if they don’t match the theme), but I have to be very careful, as I’m closeted to the family I live with currently, and still a little ways away from moving out (tho hopefully getting closer to doing that~), so it may be quite a while before I make more, sorry about that :’ ) If you’re not a big fan of the original art I do/fan art I draw for (Yurio on Ice, Wander Over Yonder, Steven Universe, Star vs, Black Butler, Hamilton, Heathers, Revolutionary Girl Utena, etc.), but you want me to tag you whenever I do, at last, make more of those, leave me a CHAT message and I’ll be more than happy to~! 

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Wesker’s Report II

Story 1 : “Woman Specimen Subject”

31st July, 1978 (Monday)

It was summer, 20 years ago and I was 18 years old when I
visited there for the first time. I can still smell the
stench of the air stirred up by the helicopter’s rotor
blades.The mansion looked perfectly ordinary from the sky, but on
the ground, I sensed something that made me fear to tread.
Birkin, who was two years younger than me, was interested in
nothing but the research paper he was reading.

We had only been assigned to that place two days previously,
the same day they decided to close down the executive
training center we belonged to. This looked either carefully
planned or pure coincidence, only Spencer knows.
Here, Arklay Laboratory, was the very place where Spencer
himself had a base for ’T-virus’ research.

As we got off the helicopter, we saw the Laboratory Manager
was waiting for us at the lift. I can’t even remember the
guy’s name.

No matter what his official title, the laboratory belonged to
Birkin and I from that day. We were given full authority as
chief research engineers. This was of course Spencer’s
intention. We had been chosen.

We completely ignored the Laboratory Manager and got into the
lift as the previous day I had memorized a map of the building.
As for Birkin, he didn’t mean any offense but he never had time
for others.

Being in our company for more than five seconds would have made
most people angry. The Laboratory Manager, however, showed no
response.

As I was an egoistic young man these days, I did not take any
notice of his lack of reaction. After all, while I was there I was merely dancing to Spencer’s tune and the Lab Manager knew his intention better than I did
and acted accordingly.

While we were in the lift, Birkin was concentrating on the
papers, which contained detailed reports on Ebola, a Filovirius,
which had been discovered in Africa two years ago.

Even now, many people across the world are still studying Ebola.
But there are two distinct reasons why:

Some are studying the virus in order to save lives, while others have more sinister reasons.

90% of those infected with the Ebola virus will die. Once
infected, body tissue is destroyed within ten days. There is no
vaccination and no cure. If used as a weapon it is incredibly
frightening. Of course the treaty on Prohibition of Use of
Biological Weapons had been in effect long before that so it was
illegal to conduct research on the potential use of the virus as
a weapon. However, it’s perfectly legal to conduct research on it
to prevent its spreading if it was used by someone else as a
weapon.

It is only a thin line between the two researches - in fact
there is practically no difference between the two. As you must
investigate how it can be used as a weapon in order to know how
it can be stopped.

This means it is possible to pretend that research is for the
purpose of prevention and cure while your true aim is the
opposite.

However, Birkin was interested in neither of these routes as
the virus had too many imperfections.

Firstly, it dies easily when in contact with direct sunlight
and can only survive outside the body for a few days.

Secondly, the virus does not have enough time to move onto the
next host as it kills its initial host too quickly.

Lastly, the virus is transmitted in bodily fluids and secretions,
which can easily be prevented.

However, consider this :

What if the person infected with the virus could stand up and
walk ? And if subconsciously they sought direct physical contact
with uninfected people ?

The Ebola gene is an RNA gene. RNA genes can mutate a human’s
genes and that mutation would allow the human to have mutant-like
semi-immortality ?

This creature would be a “Human Biological Weapon.” To all
intents and purposes, dead as a human being but still infecting
other humans as long as it continued to function.

It was lucky for us that Ebola did not exhibit such
characteristics.

We could keep the Ebola with that particular capacity just for
ourselves.

The organization, which was established around Spencer, was for
the manufacture of this “living weapon.” Officially, it was a
pharmaceutical company specializing in a cure for the virus,
nut in reality it was a factory producing biological weapons.

The discovery of the “Founder Virus,” which can modify genes, seemed
to be the genesis of this entire business.

In order to manufacture the “Human Biological Weapon” from the
“Founder virus,” it was necessary to develop a variant with that
particular peculiarity enhanced.

That was the T-virus project.

The “Founder virus” is an RNA virus. RNA viruses are known to
have a tendency to mutilate. That tendency enables us to
manipulate them, strengthening their certain peculiarities.

Birkin wondered if he could combine the Ebola gene with the
mutated “Founder virus” to enhance its peculiarity. The sample of
the Ebola virus had already arrived to this laboratory.

After switching from lift to lift, we eventually reached the top
security unit of the laboratory.

Even Birkin took his eyes off his report when we met “her” for the
first time.

We knew nothing about her. She was the biggest secret at the
laboratory and her data was never removed from the premises.

The records showed that she had been there ever since the institute
was established.

She was 25 years old. No one knew who she was or why she was there.

She was a human specimen to develop the “T-virus” on.

The experiment started on the 10th, November 1967.

She had been receiving injections of viruses for 11 years.

Birkin mumbled something -

Was it to curse ? Or to praise ?

We realized that there was no turning back.

Were we to lead the research to a successful conclusion or rot
away like her ? Of course we had no choice.

The sight of her bound to a shabby hospital bed moved something
in out of my conscience.

Was it apart of Spencer’s plan ?

(Record continues three years later)

Story 2 : ‘Alexia 1’

27th July 1981 (Sat)

(Three years after the previous report)

Today a 10 year old girl was appointed as a senior researcher at
the South Pole Laboratory.

Her name was Alexia Ashford.

I was 21 years old and Birkin was 19.

Irritatingly, the rumor about Alexia of the South Pole monopolized
discussions amongst Arklay’s researchers.

The Ashford name was legendary to the old staff who had bee at
Umbrella long enough to remember.

Whenever the research came to a standstill they always said 'If only
Dr Ashford was still alive.“

Certainly Dr. Ashford was a great scientist, one of the original
research team who discovered the “Founder virus,” and the originator
of the ’T-virus’ project.

However, he died soon after Umbrella was established. 13 years has
passed since his death. What was the point of expecting anything
from the Ashfords ?

In fact the South Pole laboratory, which was founded after Dr.
Edward’s death by his son, had so far yielded no results.

So, not much can be expected from the granddaughter, Alexia.

However, from that day, our dotard subordinates started saying
“If only Ms Alexia were here.”

It seemed like there was no potential for future development in
this lab as long as we had staff like those senile fools, who
could only judge people by their genealogy instead of using their
own sense of values.

Those fools could never take initiative and would remain as minor
researchers even though they had one foot in the grave. But I was
different, I had good judgement.

If I, as the chief researcher, had become emotional, the
development of the ’T-virus’ would have been delayed further.

To achieve results, one must stay calm and make sensible decisions
whatever the circumstances.

An idea came to me—

The success of the research relied on how to handle those ancient
gentlemen. As they could drop dead at any moment, wouldn’t they be
most useful if we were to use them for the most dangerous experiments.

The art of management is to utilize everyone beneath you.

However, Birkin was becoming a nuisance.

His reaction towards the Alexia rumors was so pathetic.

Although he never said it, he took pride in becoming the youngest
chief researcher ever at the age of 16. But this 10 year old girl
had smashed his figurative trophy to pieces. It must have been the
first time he had felt defeated.

He could never approve of someone who was younger than him, with a noble pedigree, and a woman at that.

It was unimaginable that he was being affected by a personnel
reshuffle in such a far away place, where there had been no
achievements for so long.

After all, he was still a kid.

Immature as he was, I needed him to pull himself together.

Over the last three years, our research had reached the second stage.

By then, the “T-virus” was becoming stable enough to be used to
create “Living Biological Weapons,” better known as Zombies.

However, the virus would never be able to modify the human gene
100% -  there are incompatibilities between the virus and the genes
because no one person’s genes are exactly alike.

10% of all humans would make a lucky escape and not develop the
disease, even though a zombie infected them with the virus. There
was nothing we could do about this, no matter how hard we tried.

If it had a 90% success rate then it was good enough to use as a
biological weapon but Spencer didn’t seem to be satisfied.

Our boss wanted a “stand-alone” weapon which could wipe out and
entire population.

But, what for ?

Essentially, the virtue of biological weapons was the low
development costs. But our “Living Biological Weapon” was becoming
extremely expensive.

Spencer would never have chosen this path if he was looking for
financial rewards.

If manufactured for use in conjunction with an orthodox weapon, it
would have made a handsome profit. But to keep the research going to
make a stand-alone, exterminatory weapon did not make business sense.

Why did he continue ignoring the cost ?

If his aim was to monopolize the entire war industry by changing
the very concepts of war perhaps I could agree a little bit.

I still didn’t know what his true intention was.

Apart from Spencer’s intentions, Birkin was engineering a living
biological weapon with an increased emphasis on its ability to fight.

He was trying to create it not only through mutating human genes
with the “T-virus” but also by adding another creature’s genetic
information.

This fighting human bio-weapon, made to kill off any opposing forces or people that are immune to the virus, was later called “The Hunter.”

But we had to suspend the experiment for a while - to protect the
specimens from Birkin.

Birkin, who had this meaningless anger directed at Alexia, started
acting abnormally.

He would stay at the research facility late into the night continuously doing tests without a plan.

My staff and I collected biopsy samples as quickly as possible
before the specimens could die, but we couldn’t keep up with Birkin’s
speed.

The Manager of the Laboratory supplied the new specimens as if
nothing had happened, but they didn’t survive long.

It was Hell.

But she, the female specimen survived.

She was 28 years old by then and had spent 14 years in this lab.

The numerous injections of the “Founder virus” she had received over
the past 14 years would have left her bereft of any logical reasoning,
but if she still had any mind left, death would have been the one
and only thing she wanted.

But, she continued to live.

Why was she the only one to survive ?

The experiment data did not highlight and difference between her and
the other specimens.

We needed much more time to find out the answers to that question.

(Record continued 2 years later)

Story 3 : 'Alexia 2’

31st December 1983

(Two years after the previous record)

My 6th winter at Arklay Laboratory.

Two almost stagnant years had passed without much achievement,
but the turning point had finally arrived.

The catalyst was a report we received that morning.

Alexia had died at the Antarctic institute.

It was said that Alexia was accidentally infected by the T-Veronica
virus which she herself had developed.

At that time, Alexia was 12 years old, and was too young to continue
this kind of dangerous research.

A rumor began to circulate that Alexia had deliberately infected
herself with the virus, but that seemed very unlikely. More likely,
she had not got over the death of her father a year earlier and had
made an error.

At the Antarctic institute, Alexia’s research was then taken over by
her twin brother, her only blood relative. But no one expected any
worthwhile results from him. The Ashford family line seemed to have
almost died out without producing anything of note. As I suspected,
the legend surrounding this family was no more than that.

Alexia’s death changed Birkin - or should I say it transformed Birkin
back to the person he once was. It played a major factor in Birkin’s
psychological well-being as his researchers started showing him more
respect. With Alexia dead, these was no longer anyone who exhibited
greater potential than him.

However, talking about Alexia in front of him was still a taboo.

Birkin strongly disagreed when I tried to get a hold of a T-Veronica
sample.

I had to bide my time to find a better opportunity to find out about
Alexia’s research.

In spite of the fact that Birkin was in a much stronger, position he
still never matured.

However, in those days, I had much bigger issues to contend with.

The Arklay Laboratory was situated in the center of a mountainous
region, itself surrounded by a deep forest. I often went out for
walks during my time there, but I never came across anyone else.

Helicopter was the only means of reaching the laboratory, making it
inaccessible to outsiders. The remoteness of the area and lack of
people is an important factor when choosing a site for an institute
like this, in order to minimize a potential disaster if the virus
escaped.

However, biological weapons were not as simple as that.

The viruses would not just infect human beings.

No virus chooses just one type of carrier.

For example, apart from humans, the influenza virus can infect birds,
pigs, horses and even sea lions. It complicates the matter further when you know that not all the species of the same family can be infected. For instance, ducks and chickens might become infected, but other species of birds are
spared. More over, the same virus may take different carriers,
depending on its variants. It is impossible to know all the carriers
for even just one virus.

The biggest problem is the high adaptability of the “T-virus.”

While Birkin was not contributing much, I had been studying the
possibility of secondary infection from the “T-virus.” What I
discovered was that the “T-virus” has carriers in almost every
single species. Not only animals, but plants, insects, even fish. Almost
all species have a potential to multiply and spread the
“T-virus.”

When I was strolling through the woods, I always thought -

Why did Spencer choose this location ?

There were so many species that co-existed in the forest.

What would happen if the virus escaped and came into contact with a
creature capable of being a carrier ?

If it were some insects, then they would not pose a big threat of
secondary infection due to their size.

But insects can multiply to enormous numbers.

In that case, how far could the virus be spread ?

Suppose it was some plants. It may appear at first that the
possibility of widespread infection would be small as plants cannot
move.

But what about their pollen ?

This location was too dangerous.

Come to think of it, it made perfect sense for the Ashfords to choose
Antarctica as a site for their laboratory.

In contrast, this location it seems was selected in order to spread
the virus.

But that couldn’t be true, could it ?

What did Spencer want us to do ?

These thoughts were too important to share with anybody else in the
laboratory.

The only person I could possibly ask was Birkin. But, it was obvious
there was no point in talking to him about it.

What I needed was more information.

Around this time, I started to feel the limitations of my situation.

In order to find out Spencer’s true intention, I needed to be in a
position which would give me access to the information I required.

I had no hesitation in giving up my present position for that purpose but I did not want to be too hasty, because if Spencer had any
suspicions about my real motives then the game would be over.

I concentrated on my research with Birkin so that my real thoughts
would not betray me.

While we were keeping ourselves busy, the female specimen was
almost forgotten about.

A failure with no use, but still she lived on. We called her a
failure because we could not get any valid data from her until that experiment took place, five years later.

Story 4 : 'Nemesis’

1st July 1988 (Fri)

(Five years after the last record)

It was our 11th summer since we arrived at the Arklay Laboratory.

I was 28 years old.

Birkin was then a father with a two year old daughter and a wife. This wife was
also a researcher at Arklay.

It was hard to believe that anyone could marry and bring up a child
while both of them worked there. On the other hand, because he was
different he could continue his research at Arklay.

Only the mad could succeed there.

In those 10 years, our research finally reached the third stage.

A highly sophisticated “Fighting Biological Weapon” with
intelligence, which would obey programmed orders and act as a
soldier. This was the monster we worked to create. We called it
“The Tyrant.”

But from the beginning there was one huge obstacle - it was almost
impossible to obtain a living subject on which we could base the
Tyrant. The supply of genetically adaptable human beings for the
Tyrant was extremely limited.

This is due to the nature of the “T-virus.”

The “T-virus” variant which was ideal to create the zombies and
the Hunters was suitable for most humans, but it had a fault of
making the carrier’s brain cells decline.

To transform the carrier into a Tyrant we needed to keep the
carrier’s intelligence at a certain level. In order to overcome
this issue, Birkin had been working on extracting a variant which
would cause the least amount of damage to the brain when it adapted
itself perfectly to the carrier.

However, humans with a genetic match to this variant were extremely
rare.

The Genetic Analytic team’s simulation report told us that only one
in ten million would be infected and transformed into a Tyrant with
the remainder becoming zombies.

It might have been possible to develop a more progressive strain of
the “T-virus” which could transform more humans into Tyrants.
However, to push the research further, first of all we required human
subjects with a perfect genetic match to the new variant.

There was little possibility that such a specimen would be supplied
to us, because even if we scoured the whole USA, we would only be
able to find 50 or so of them. In fact, at the time, even with the
utmost effort we only managed to collect a few specimens with a close
match.

Even from the outset, our research was at a standstill.

But one day, we heard a rumor that a European laboratory were working
on a project to create the third generation Living Biological Weapon.

It was called the “Nemesis Project.”

I acted quickly to obtain a sample from the project so that I could
use it to our advantage. Of course, Birkin was against this idea, but
this time I somehow managed to persuade him. He had no choice but to
admit that our research wouldn’t go any further unless we found a
matching specimen.

A few days later, in the middle of the night, a parcel arrived from
Europe via various transit points. It arrived to our heliport in a
small box.

"Nemesis Prototype.”

We had to pull many strings to obtain if from the French laboratory
where it had been developed, but it could not have happened without
the support of Spencer.

Birkin showed no interest at all, but he accepted the importance of
the experiment.

The sample had been developed with a new design in mind.

A parasitic living body created by genetic modification - that
was Nemesis.

An intelligent lifeform that was unable to do anything on
its own.

However, once it parasitized the brain of another living being it
would take full control of the body and demonstrate its highly
developed aptitude for combat. The project was to provide the
intelligence and the biological body for combat separately and then
combine them in order to create one living biological weapon.

If it was successful we no longer needed to worry about the problems
we had previously encountered.

But there was a new problem in that it did not always settle in the
carrier in the same manner as we desired.

On the report attached to the sample we saw nothing but a long list
of deaths.

The carriers lasted for only about five minutes after Nemesis took
control of their brains.

But, we already knew that an incomplete prototype would be extremely
dangerous.

If we succeeded in prolonging the carriers’ survival then we could
hope to take the lead in the Nemesis project.

This was my aim.

Naturally, I was planning to use the female specimen.

With her unusual ability to survive, she could endure the Nemesis
prototype for a long time.

Even if we failed, we would lose nothing.

However, our experiments took an unexpected turn.

Nemesis vanished when it tried to enter her brain.

At first, we could not understand what happened.

We never thought that she would take over the parasite.

That was the beginning.

Until then, she was barely alive but something was about to awaken
in her.

We began to reexamine her.

Over the last 10 years, she had been checked down to the minutest
details, but we decided to ignore the past data and start anew. Now,
for the first time in her 21 years of being here, something no one
had seen was about to be revealed.

After much examination, only Birkin noticed it.

Something definitely existed in her.

This, however, went beyond the original “T-virus” project and led us
in a totally new and different direction.

That was the beginning of “G-Virus” project, which changed all our
destinies.

Story 5: 'G-Virus’

31st July 1995 (Mon)

(Seven years after the previous record)

It was summer again and 17 years from the time I first visited the
place.

Whenever I went there I always remember the smell of the wind from
that day. Nothing has changed since then, even the buildings and
surroundings.

I could see Birkin, who had already arrived, standing on the
heliport.

I had not seen him for a long time.

Four years have passed since I left Arklay Laboratory.

At that time, when Birkin’s “G-virus” project was approved, I
applied for my transfer to the Information Bureau and was readily
accepted. It must have looked natural for everyone that I was giving
up my career as a researcher and seeking a change.

Actually, the “G-virus” project was beyond my abilities. Even if I did
not have any reason to find out Spencer’s true intention, it was true
that I felt my faculties as a researcher had reached their limits.

In spite of the downdraft caused by the helicopter, Birkin never took
his eyes off the research papers. Although it seemed he still visited
Arklay regularly, he was no longer a researcher at that facility.

Sometime ago, he had been transferred to a huge underground laboratory
in Raccoon City, which was his base for the G-virus project headed
by himself.

Quite honestly, four years ago, I never thought that Spencer would
approve the “G-virus“project because it was founded on an unknown
belief and deviated from the original concept of a biological weapon.

The distinct difference between the “G-virus” and the T-Virus was
that the organism infected by the “G-virus” continued to mutate by
itself. Because a virus is an unprotected form of gene, it can easily
mutate. This mutation can happen when a virus is left on its own,
but once a virus is in another organism, it is a different story.

A gene in an organism’s body hardly mutates even though its structure
was modified by a virus, unless some external influences, such as
exposure to radiation, takes place. However, an organism infected with
the “G-virus” keeps mutating itself without any external influence
until it dies.

Similar characteristics did exist in the “T-virus.”

When we placed the “Living Biological Weapon” under certain
circumstances, we recorded some genetic recombination caused by an
activated virus in its own body. However, in the case of the T-Virus,
it always needed some external influences to trigger the
recombination and the results were always close to what we predicted.

G-infected organisms totally lacked such predictability.

No one could foresee what recombination it would take, and whatever
the means to stop the process it kept mutating nonetheless making
our manipulation worthless.

Seven years ago, Birkin found similar signs of this effect in the
female specimen. On the surface she had not changed at all, but
internally, she changed continuously and remained alive by merging
and coexisting with all the experimental viruses she was administered.
And the 21 years of internal mutation evolved her enough to accept
the parasitic organism Nemesis.

The “G-virus” project was trying to push this abnormality to the
ultimate limit.

But, the end result of this project could be either the evolution
of the ultimate organism or total destruction.

Can we call this a weapon ?

What made Spencer approve this project ?

Even though I had been in the Information Bureau for four years by
this time, I could still not understand his motives. And now,
Spencer does not even come to Arklay.

It is as if he had foreseen something was about to happen there.

The image of Spencer was fading away from me like a mirage in the
desert.

But, an opportunity must present itself sometime.

If I can survive until then.

The lift was carrying both Birkin and me to the highest security
level to the place where we saw her for the first time. The new
chief researcher John, Birkin’s successor, was waiting for us there.

He was transferred from the Chicago Laboratory and was said to be
an excellent scientist, but he seemed to be too normal to work for
this laboratory. He had doubts about the cruelty of the research
and reported to his superior to correct the situation.

That caused a big enough stir even in the Information Bureau.

It was everyone’s opinion that if any information was leaked, it
had to come from him.

We ignored John and started to give her the final treatment.

To kill her.

She had regained a little intelligence after taking in the Nemesis.
But, it resulted in nothing more than making her behave strangely.

The odd behavior continued to escalate. Nowadays, she peels off
other women’s faces and wears them over her own. The records show
that she behaved in the same manner when she was first given the
“Founder virus.” We were never sure what made her react in such a
way, but her termination was decided after three researchers became
her victims.

Now the study of the “G-virus” was on track she lost her status as
a valuable specimen.

The termination of her vital signs was checked and confirmed
repeatedly for the next three days. Then, the body was taken away
to some location at the instruction of the Laboratory Manager.

Even now, I still do not know who she was and why she was brought
here.

Of course it was exactly the same for other specimens.

However, if she had not been there, the G-Project might never have
existed and if that was the case then Birkin and I would be in very
different situations.

As I left Arklay Laboratory, I was thinking things over.

Just how calculating is Spencer ?

All Roads Lead to Us

So this is the longest fic I’ve ever written at about 11,000 words. I’m super excited to share it with you all and hope you enjoy!

“Do you have to go for the whole summer? What am I supposed to do without my best friend?” Percy whined as he slumped himself against the now barren mattress.

Annabeth smiled at his goofy antics as she continued stripping her room of its personality. Down the blueprints of the Empire State Building went from her crisp white walls. Down the picture of a hugging Percy and Annabeth went. It had adorned her room for nine years. A clean, square slate of untarnished white remained as a ghost of the beloved picture. Annabeth continued packing all of her most treasured possessions collected from years worth of living, preparing for her leave to college in just months.

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anonymous asked:

I've noticed that Wanda has had so many different body types over the years; and even vastly different ones in simultaneous books. Recently she's been portrayed as willowy model-like or curvy mom-like, but I've even seen her as short or sinewy or plump in other places. Which do you think is most fitting, or does it not matter at all?

Wanda has, more or less, a Standard Marvel Woman body. According to Word of Handbook, she is 5′7′’ (or about 173 cm), the Baby Bear of heights. Other 5′7′’ Marvel women include: Polaris, Black Widow, Rachel Grey, Jessica Jones, etc. Sue Storm and Jean Grey are both 5′6′’.

Functionally, what being a handbook 5′7′’ means is that her height is unremarkable. She is neither tall enough nor short enough for it to be noteworthy. There are plenty of taller Marvel women (whether or not they would be drawn as taller is another issue), but that doesn’t mean she’s short. If I were to wager a guess, I’d say 5′6′’ or 5′7′’ are considered the ideal height for women in America.

That’s how her body is in general. While women in the background in comics sometimes have a variety of body shapes, speaking, named, reoccurring, important-to-the-plot women are afforded less options. That main one being skinny with big boobs.

There are women who are usually drawn with distinct bodies, like Power Girl or She-Hulk, but those are exceptions. More often than not, women are drawn with no or very little variation between them, and whatever body diversity (or the illusion thereof) that we have comes from different artists with different styles rendering characters differently, not from a concerted effort to differentiate between them.

 If there is anything that’s been unique about Wanda’s body over the past few years, it’s… well… take it away, Coipel.

from Uncanny Avengers Vol. 1 #5

In this issue, the women don’t look the same. Wasp is not just noticeably shorter; she’s also petite. You would not confuse her tiny, little body with Wanda’s even if they were wearing the same outfit and somehow lost their heads. But the difference in their bodies doesn’t mean Wanda has been freed from skinny with big boobs. Here is the side view of her body:

Still definitely skinny. This is just a more extreme version of skinny with big boobs.

This somehow got really long. There’s more under the cut, including: some very frank Cho-ish Frank Cho art, my Thoughts On Power Girl™, and that time Doctor Doom called Carol Danvers a “fat piece of furniture.”

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Trust Fall [Romeo x Juliet AU] (Ch.1)

First off, I would like to thank my sister for dragging me to another hole that will suck the life out of me that is anime.

Second, I would like to thank Romeo x Juliet for making me cry making me create a Miraculous Ladybug AU based on the anime.

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Flagged

Summary: Phil works as an Internet security officer whose job is to read flagged emails and send out warnings for a magazine company. Little did he know, he’s about to get hooked on emails from a certain someone. Based loosely on Rainbow Rowell’s Attachments.
Genre: AU
Word count: 976
A/N: This is the final part ohmygod i hope you like the ending <3

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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

MANIFESTOGLEITZEIT 2015

BY STELLY RIESLING
Featured below is another original art work of mine in homage to THE PIONEER OF INVISIBLE ART — PAUL JAISINI. Forget all the copycats that came after him — Master Paul Jaisini was the *FIRST* of a totally original concept and the *BEST*. My favorite thing about him is that he’s a voice, not an echo, which is quite rare.

DISCLAIMER: This is for anyone who is a hater OR wishes to better understand me, what I’m all about, so you can decide whether I’m weird or normal enough for you — a kind of very loose manifesto, rushed and unrevised, full of raw uncut emotion that I don’t like to be evident in my writing as lately I prefer a more professional, formal style, so we can consider this a rough draft of the more polished writing to come when I have extra time. I might return to this text later and clean it up or break it into separate parts. Right now it’s a long-winded hot mess, so if you manage to make any sense of it, BIG PROPS TO YOU. lol …and if you manage to read it ALL, you have my solemn respect!!! in a day when reading has been reduced to just catchy headliners and short captions of images once in a while. The consequence of this one-liner internet culture is non-linear, tunnel thinking, which is baaaaaad.

There lives among us a most enigmatic and charismatic creature named Paul Jaisini who led me into the wonderful world of art, not personally, but through descriptions of his artworks in essays written and published online by his friend, which painted the most fascinating images in my mind. Early on as a kiddo, I experimented with photography, simple point and shoot whatever looked attractive to me. Digital manipulation of my photographs with computer software followed… and somehow I learned useful drawing techniques along the way to combine existing elements with nonexistent ones, which allowed me to elevate the context for my ideas. Later, I started creating my own digital art from scratch for my friends and family as a favorite pastime. They would shower me with praise and repeatedly encouraged me to share my “different” vision with the rest of the world… it took a while and wasn’t easy to overcome the insecurity of not being good enough along with a gripping fear of being harshly criticized, but one day I woman-ed up and started publishing my work on the web, reminding myself that my livelihood didn’t depend on a positive reception.
Paul Jaisini’s role in all this has been to not disgrace myself, even if what I do is just a hobby. And I would never do him and other genius artists the disservice of calling myself a professional because I know I’ll never be as good as any of the GIANTS of pre-modern history. Be the best or be nothing, no middle ground.

People’s jealousy in the past, future and present over my obsessive love of Paul Jaisini, which they are well aware is purely plutonic, has caused them to despise the man and has made many relationships/friendships impossible for me. I refuse to have such people in my life because by harboring any negativity towards Paul, they unknowingly feel that way about me and express it to me. It’s their own problem for not realizing this. Paul’s new art movement, Gleitzeit, shaped me into the allegedly awesome girl I am today, giving my art more edge, more “sexy” because it refined my vision of the world and propelled me to attain the skills necessary to not dishonor my family name through tenacious pursuit of perfection. Since the beginning of my life, I attempted to depict what I saw in visual, musical and literal forms, but continuously failed without adequate training and determination. Paul Jaisini’s Gleitzeit was the answer to my prayers. Who I am today I owe mostly to him and his selfless ideals of the artverse that I’ve given unconditional loyalty to (he has this cool ability for hyper-vision to see whole universes, not itty bitty worlds, hence I call it an artverse instead of art world, with him in mind). So again, anyone who hates Paul Jaisini hates ME because, regardless of what he means to you, he is the most important person in my life for making me ME. The way a famous actor, dancer or singer inspires others to act, dance or sing, Paul inspired me to become a better artist, better writer, better everything. More people would understand if he was a household name because they’re wired to in society. But we’re inspiring each other all the time in our own little communities without being famous, so if someone has the ability to change even ONE person’s life immensely with creativity, it is a massive achievement. And passionate folks like myself are compelled to scream it from the cyber rooftops. So here I am. It’s whatever.

Furthermore, I’d like to address here a few pressing matters in light of some recent drama brought on by both strangers and former friends. To start, I never judge the passions, interests or likes of others, which are often in my face all over the place, so likewise they have no right to judge any of mine. It is quite unfortunate and frustrating how very little understanding and education the majority of people have or want to have. Their logic is as primitive as a chipmunk when it comes to promotion of fine art on the web: “spamming, advertising, report!” It’s their own problem that they fail to understand what it’s about due to the distorted lens through which they see the world or inability to think for themselves; an inherent lack of perception or inquisitiveness. Well, guess what? Every single image, every animation, every video, every post dedicated to Mr. Paul Jaisini and “Gleitziet” (to elaborate: a revolutionary new art movement Paul founded with his partner in crime and personal friend, EYKG, who discovered him and believed in him more than anyone) has an important purpose. Every one of those things you run across is a piece of a puzzle, a move in a game, an inch down a rabbit hole; the deeper you go, the more interesting it gets; the more levels you pass, the more clues unfold, the greater the suspense and nearer the conclusion (yet further). You earn awesome rewards like enlightenment, spiritual revelations, truths, knowledge, wisdom and the most profound reward of all: the drive to improve yourself to the absolute maximum, so an unending, unshakable drive. People often make a wrong turn in this cyber game and go back a few levels or get stuck. Those that keep on pushing, however, will come to find the effort has been worth it. And what awaits you in the end of it all? The greatest challenge to beating the game: YOUR OWN MIND. You will be forced to let go of every belief you held before you had reached the last level, to completely alter your mindset and perception of the world, of life, of yourself. But by the time you’ve gotten to that point, it will be as easy as falling off a cliff! (It is a kind of suicide after all — death and rebirth of spirit.)

Paul Jaisini does NOT, *I repeat* does NOT use mystery and obscurity to his advantage as a clever marketing ploy, no, he’s too next level for that with a consciousness so rich, he should wear a radioactive warning sign (he’ll melt your brain, best wear a tinfoil hat in his presence as I certainly would.) The statement he makes is loud and clear, hidden in plain site for those who take the time to connect the dots and have enough curiosity to fuel their journey into unknown territory (an open mind and flexible perception helps a lot). Actually, anyone with an IQ above 90 is sure to figure it out sooner or later. Hint: You don’t have to SEE an extraordinary thing with your eyes to know it exists, to understand it and realize its greatness — you can only feel it in your bone marrow, your spinal fluid, your heart and soul. The moment you do figure it out, as the skeleton key of the human soul, it will unlock the greatness and massive potential buried deep within, changing the doomed direction humanity is undoubtedly headed. I don’t speak in riddles, I speak in a clear direct way that intelligent humans will understand, so I’m counting on them.

GIG is an international group of artists and writers that support Paul Jaisini’s Gleitzeit. We started off as an unofficial fan club of Jaisini in 1996, comprised of only 6 individuals spanning 3 countries, and eventually escalated in status to an official fan group across the entire globe. A decade later it had grown to hundreds of fans. Nearly another decade later, there are thousands. Let’s not leave out another delightful group of vicious haters that have been around for nearly as long as us since the late 90s and have also grown in impressive numbers. Now, for the record (and please write this one down because I’m sick of repeating myself), Paul Jaisini himself is not part of our group and has nothing to do with us. He loves and hates us equally for butchering his name and making him appear as a narcissistic nut-job in his own words. He casts hexes on us for the blinding flash we layer over the art that members contribute to GIG — “disgusting-police-lights, seizure-inducing-laser-lightshow, bourgeois-myspace-effects retarded-raver shit” in Paul’s words. Ahh, how we love his sweet-talking us. In a desperate attempt to please him, those among us who make the art and animations have spent countless hours and sleepless nights trying to solve a crazy-complex quantum-physics type of equation = how to not create tacky or tasteless content. He does fancy some of it now, we got better, that’s something! In the reason stated below, our mission just got out of hand at some point.

What little is known about Paul Jaisini, even in all this time, is he’s a horrible perfectionist who slaughtered hundreds of innocent babies — I mean — artworks of remarkable beauty created by his own right hand (mostly paintings, some watercolors and drawings). He’s a fierce recluse who wants nothing to do with anyone or anything in life. But those few of us who know of an incredible talent he possesses (one could go as far as calling it a superpower), could not allow him to live his life without the recognition he FUCKING DESERVES more than any artist out there living today and, arguably, yesterday. We use whatever means necessary to reach more people, lots of flash and razzle-dazzle to lure them into our sinister trap of a higher awareness. Mwahaha! The visual boom you’ve witnessed in both cyber and real worlds, that is GIG’s doing — two damn decades of spreading an art virus — IVA. InVisibleArtitis… or a drug as in Intravenous Art. It’s whatever you want it to be, honey.

Our Gleitzeit International Group (GIG) started off innocently enough and gradually spiraled out of control to fight the haters, annoying the hell out of them as much as humanly possible. They don’t like what we do? WE DO MORE AND MORE OF IT. But never without purpose, without a carefully executed plan in mind collectively. If we have to tolerate an endless tidal wave of everyone’s vomit — e.g., idiotic memes and comics; dumbed-down one-liner quotes; selfies; so-called “art photography” passed through one-click app filters; mindless scribbles or random splatters by regular folks who have the nerve to call themselves serious/pro artists; primitive images of pets, babies, landscapes, random objects, etc… then people sure as shit are gonna tolerate what we put out, our animated and non-animated visual art designed for our beloved master, Paul Jaisini, who has shown us the light, the right path to follow, taught us great things and done so much for us — and so in our appreciation of him, we stamp his name on everything, for the sacrifices he has made in the name of art, to save our art verse, he’s a goddamn hero. There’s a book being written in his dedication where little will be left to the imagination about him.

If Paul Jaisini was as famous as Koons or Hirst, for example, people would know it’s not him posting stuff online with his name on it but fans creating fanart like myself among others. But noooooo, such a thing is unfathomable to most people - the promotion of another artist. Like, what’s in it for us? Uhh, nothing?? This is all NON-PROFIT bitches, the way art should be. It’s a passion FIRST, a commodity/commercial product/marketable item LAST and least. Its been that way for us since the early 90s to this day. Not a single member of GIG has sold an art work (neither has Paul Jaisini who’s a true professional) and we want to keep it that way. We do it for reasons far beyond ego. So advertising? Really? How the hell do you advertise or sell thin air, you know, invisible paintings, invisible anything? Ha ha, very funny indeed. The idea here is so simple, your neighbor’s dog can grasp it. Our motives: replace fast food for the mind with fine art, actual fine art. You know, creativity? Conscious thought? Talent? Skill? Knowledge? All that good stuff rolled into one to bring viewers more than a momentary ooohand aaahh reaction. Replace the recycled images ad nauseum; repetitious, worn-out ideas; disposable, gimmicky, money-driven fast art for simpletons. Stick with the highest of ideals and save the whole bloody planet.

Fine art is often confused with craft-making. This often creates bad blood between classically trained artists who put out paintings that leave a lasting impression, that make strong conversation pieces, that are thought-provoking and deep… and trained craftspeople whose skills are adequate to create decorative pieces for homely environments — landscapes, still lifes, animals, pretty fairies, common things of fantasy, and other simplicity. Skills alone are not enough for high art, you need a vision, a purpose, the ability to tell a story with every stroke of your brush that will both fascinate and terrify the viewers, arousing powerful emotions, illuminating. I have yet to see a visible painting in my generation that does anything at all for me, other than evoke sheer outrage and disgust. What a terrible waste of space and valuable resources it all is.

Paul Jaisini leads, we follow. He wishes to remain unknown - so do most of us. I’m next in line, slipping into recluse mode, no longer wanting to attach my face, my human image to my art stuff. I wish to be a nameless, faceless artist as well, invisible like P.J., and in his footsteps I too have destroyed thousands of my own artistic photography and digital art made with tedious, labor-intensive handwork. The whole point of this destruction is achieving the finest results possible by letting go of the imperfect, purging it on a regular basis, to make way for the perfect. I love what I do so it doesn’t matter, I know I’ll keep producing as much as I’m discarding, keeping the balance. Hoarding is an enemy of progress, especially the digital kind as there’s absolutely no limit to it. It’s like carrying a load of bricks on your back you’ll never use or need.

The watering down of creativity that digital pack ratting has caused as observed over the years is most tragic. For the creative individual, relying on terabytes of stock photos or OSFAP as I call them (Once Size Fits All Photos) instead of making your own as you used to when you had no choice, being 100% original, is a splinter in the conscience. It’s not evil to use stock of, say, things you don’t have access to (outer space, deep sea, Antarctica, etc.), but many digital artists I know today can’t take their own shot of a pencil ‘cause they “ain’t got no time for that!” How did they have time before? Did time get so compressed in only a decade?
Ohhhhh, and the edits, textures, filters, plug-ins and what-have-you available out there to everyone and their cats… are responsible for the tidal wave of rubbish that eclipses the magnificent light of the real talents.
I can tell you with utmost sincerity there is no better feeling on earth than knowing your creation is ALL yours, every pixel and dot, from the first to the last. It’s not always possible to make it so, but definitely the most rewarding endeavor. I’m most proud of myself when I can accomplish that.

Back to Paul Jaisini, from the start there have been a number of theories floating around on what his real story is. One of my own theories is that he stands for the unknowns of the world who can’t get representation, can’t get exhibited at a decent gallery because highly gifted/trained artists aren’t good enough - those kind of establishments prefer bananas, balloon dogs, feces, gigantic dicks/cunts, and all kinds of what-the-fucks…

So again, you don’t get the Paul Jaisini thing? That’s your problem. Don’t hate others for getting it. People are good, very good, at making baseless assumptions and impulsively spewing it as truth. They criticize and judge as if they’re high authorities on the subject yet they clearly lack education in fine art or art history and possess little to no talent or skill to back up their bullshit. My little “credibility radar” never fails. When they say I know this or I know that, I reply don’t say “I know” or state things as fact as a general rule of thumb - instead say “I assume/believe” and state the reasons you feel thus to appear less immature, especially about a controversial topic like invisible art. I have zero respect or tolerance for egomaniacs who think they know it all and act accordingly like arrogant pricks. Who can stand those, right? Once again, a good example would be: I, Stelly Riesling, believe everything I’ve written in this little manifesto to be correct based on personal experience and observation from multiple angles, thorough research and sufficient data collected from verifiable sources (and don’t go copying-pasting my own words back at me, be original). Just because you or I say so doesn’t make it so. Just because you or me think or believe so doesn’t make it true or right. I only ask that my opinions are regarded respectfully and whoever opposes them does so in a mature, civilized manner. We should only be entitled to opinions that don’t bring out the worst in us.
I don’t normally take such a position, but the time has come to stand up for what I believe in! It’s quite amusing and comical how haters think calling me names, attacking me or my interests or members of the project I’m part of for years is going to change something. It only makes more evident the importance of what I’m doing so I push on harder still.
Words of advise to those who can identify with me, with my frustrations over people’s reluctance to change their miserable ways, with our declining art world…
DON’T waste time on people who sweat the small stuff, whose actions are consistently inconsistent with their words. DO waste time on people who always keep their eye on the ball—the bigger picture of life.

Paul Jaisini’s invisible paintings are more than hype, more than your lame assumptions. Here’s one I got that’s pure gold: a cult! It started out as A JOKE OF MINE that was used against me. I told a then-good friend that he should come join our little “art cult” in a clearly lighthearted manner, and later he takes this idea I put in his head first and accuses me of being in an (imaginary) cult—the jokes on me eh?. But wait, aren’t cults religious? Our group consists of people around the world of different faiths (or none at all) so how could that ever work? If religion was about making fine (non-pop) art mainstream and bringing awesome, fresh, futuristic concepts to the collective consciousness, the world would not be so fucked up today because talent, creativity, originality and individuality would be the main focus, not superficial poppycock; those things would be praised and encouraged and supported in society by all institutions, not demonized and stigmatized.

Here is one thing I CAN state as solid fact: only one person close to Paul Jaisini knows the TRUE story, or at least some of it: EYKG. Everything else that has ever been said about him is myth, legend, gossip, speculation, the worst of which is said by jealous non-artists (wannabes, clones, posers, hang-ons, unoriginal ppl in general) and anti-artists (religious psychos, squares, losers and -duh- stupid ppl). Sadly, people are unable to see the bigger picture by letting their egos run their lives or repeating after others as parrots.

Commercial art, consumerism, and ignorance of the masses truly makes me want to curl up in a ball, not eat or drink or move until I die, just die in my sleep while dreaming of a better world, a world where real fine artists rule it with real fine art as they used to and life is beautiful once again….

Well I hope that settled THAT for now, or perhaps inadvertently made matters worse. I hope I didn’t sound too pissed from all these issues that keep popping up like penises on ChatRoulette… just got to me already! Can you tell? I had to put my foot down, stomp ‘em all!

To be continued, still lots more ignorance and pettiness to battle… Till then peace out my bambini. MWAH!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

MANIFESTO GLEITZEIT 2015

PROLOGUE

Paul Jaisini was like a messiah, as you wish, who saw/understood the impending end and complete degeneration of Fine art or Art become and investment nothing more than that. He predicted the bubble pops art when everybody would  eventually become an artist, including dogs cats and horses, because they as kids followed the main rule: express yourself without skills or knowledge or any aesthetic concerns. J. Pollack started pouring paints onto canvases; Julian Schnabel, former cab driver from NY, suddenly decided he could do better than what he saw displayed in galleries, so he started gluing dishes on canvases; A.Warhol, an industrial artist who made commercial silk-screen for the factories he worked in, started to exhibit “Campbell’s soup” used for commercial adds… and later the thing that made him an “American Idol”: by copying and pasting Hollywood celebrities (same type of posters he made before for movie theaters).

When Paul Jaisini stood out against the Me culture in the US by burning all of his own 120 brilliant paintings (according to the then-new director of Fort Worth MoMa Museum, who offered hin an exhibition of his art in 1992, and later the Metropolitan Museum curator, Phillippe de Montebello, in 1994).Paul probably assumed all fellow true fine artists would join him or stand by him against corruption of the art world.

And after 20 years of his stand-off…the time has finally come today. Many artists and humanitarians around the world took a place beside him. His invisible Paintings became a synonym for the future reincarnation of fine art and long lost harmony. The establishment is in panic! The “moneybags” (as Paul Jaisini named them) are in panic, because they invested BILLIONS of dollars in real crap made by

craftsmen. Now they realize that the reputation of American legends of expressionism was nothing but a copy of Russian avant-garde" Kazimir Malevich, Vasiliy Kandinsky and tens of others from France and Germany.. US tycoon investors were spending billions on “Me more original, than you”. “Artist Shit” is a 1061 artwork by the Italian artist Piero Manzoni. The work consists of 90 tin cans, filled with feces. A tin can was sold for £124,000, 180,000 at Sothebys, 2007.

EPILOGUE

Before I resume promoting and admiring a very important art persona on today’s international art arena, I’d like to clear up some BIG questions; people ask continuously and subconsciously, directly & indirectly: “Why does the name Paul Jaisini, flood the Internet in such "obnoxious” quantities that it’s started suppressing some other activities that my friends might share with the rest of the Internet’s Ego Me only Me www society? I can’t just answer this… so I’ll try to explain why I’m writing this: Jaisini’s followers keep posting art and info about,

He IMHO the only hope in quickly decomposing visual fine art. “Paul Jaisini realized many years ago, in 1994, when he declared (at that time to himself only) the start of a New era, a New vision, that he is trying to redirect from the rat race, started by an establishment in post-war New York, long before the Internet culture.

Sub related information: Adolf Gottlieb, Mart Rothko, etc (after visiting Paris France in 1933):

"We must forget analytical art, we must express ourselves, as a 5 year old child would, without a developed consciousness. Forget about results - do what you feel, EXPRESS yourself with your own unique style”

With this statement Mark Rothko starts to teach his students, degeneration of fine art begins, and the generation of war of styles took a start signal of the material race, greatly rewarded by establishment “individual” - eccentric craftsmen - show business clowns.

Sub related Information: In the summer of 1936, Adolf Gottlieb painted more than 800 paintings, which was 20X more than he created in his whole art career as a painter, starting from the time of Gottlieb becomes a founding member of “The Ten” group in NYC “Group of Ten” was a very peculiar, enigmatic group… Based on a religious point of view;(where a human figure was prohibited from being created)

GLOSSARY

IN 1997, Paul Jaisini’s best friend Ellen Y.K.Gottlieb started a cyber campaign by promoting on a very young Internet, back then, Paul Jaisini’s burned paintings as Invisible Paintings, visible only through poetic essays. She and a handful of people saw his originals and were devastated that nobody could ever see them again. “We, his fans, believe that someday Paul will recreate his 120 burned paintings if he has any decency and moral obligation to his fans, who have dedicated decades to make it happen, for their Phoenix to rise from the ashes and the whole world will witness that all these years we spent to get him back to re-paint the Visuals again were not in vain,” - said E.Y.K.Gottlieb in 2014 during the 20th anniversary celebration of Invisible Paintings to GIGroup in NYCity. So now, hopefully, this clears up why I and others do what we do - our “cyber terrorism” of good art, dedicated to Paul Jaisini’s return, which is & and was our mission & our goal. We post good art to fight “troll art” which is worthless pics, after being passed through 1-click filters of free web apps. We are, in fact, against this www pops pollution, done with “bubble art” by the out of control masses with 5 billon pics a day: Pics of cats, memes, quotes,national geographic sunsets and waterfalls, not counting their own daily “selfies: and whatever self-indulging Me-ego-Me affairs, sponsored happily by photo gadget companies like Canon, Nikon, Sony…who churn out higher quality madness tools at lower cost.

This way Government taking away attention from the real world crisis of lowest morality & economical devastation. The masses are too easily re-engineered/manipulated by the Establishment PopsStyle delivered to them by pop music and Hollywood "super” stars. In 1992 Paul Jaisini’s Gleitzeit theory predict such a massive, pops self-entertain madness, following technologicalexplosion, but not in illusive scales.

Uber Aless @2015 NYC USA

NOTE Date’s numbers and events can be slightly inaccurate.

#gleitzeit #paul-jaisini #invisible #painting #art #futurism #art-news,  

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