cloaked light

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w o o z i ! s c e n a r i o

h a c k e r / s p y ! a u

Originally posted by wonnhao

word count: 2,333

includes: hacker/spy woozi + some good ole fluff

synopsis: mingyu is very incompetent when it comes to being a spy, and that makes jihoon just a lil bit frustrated.

✎ after watching woozi’s computer scenes in the boomboom mv, i really wanted to write something surrounding the idea, so enjoy coder/hacker/spy woozi bc i am very confused about how to classify it lol.  


The room holds quilt to a thick silence that splashes along mint tinted walls, every infinitesimal tick lilting like a whispered countdown only Jihoon’s ears can detect. He is more than cognisant that the clock will remain unyielding to his silent pleas, ushering over and over into the recesses of his skull that a few more minutes is all he craves. However time is unyielding to those who dot around it, and with lurid blossoms of light cloaking upon his face can he see how royally screwed the mission has become.

A screen filled with pixels illuminates the image of a boy, his lean legs trudging him down a glossy white hallway. He trots along lethargically; honey palms tucked into pant pockets, tufts of cream blonde hair rumpled along his head as though he had just parted from linen sheets, dewy ginger irises floating around without caution. Jihoon arrives at a luring conviction, that this boy deserves what is impending on his acquiescent soul. His slender fingers work without peace on the keyboard, trying to conjure up a code that might possibly deactivate the trap he’s just discovered. The lanky boy’s words were still swathing along Jihoon’s ears, urging him to punch the keyboard at a multiplied speed.

I swear I can do this, I don’t need any help.

The little brat had even winded down the sound on his earpiece when Jihoon tried to warn him, and now he was paying the price.

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Sat in that cold place of work, and of worship. Choosing to believe in the flame.

Did myself a little witchsona, to get some .gif practice. Illusory magic for life.

It’s not a party until Tuam walks in…

Comes with traditional hood, longbow and paint-tipped competition arrows, Tuam is ready at a moment’s notice to change into a fancy feathered cloak, light up a sparkler and woo you on the tuambone! Whether winning a bounty hunter competition at BHIKKE or sparkling on the dance floor, Tuam brings light and joy wherever xe goes! 

Illustration by @eckses-himself

Well, I obviously can’t resist my eldritch abomination roots when designing stories. 

For my own part, I sometimes can’t believe how… incredibly inviting Tolkien made his worlds to Lovecraftian re-interpretations. Like, look at this stuff.

  • “There she [Ungoliant] sucked up all light that she could find, and spun it forth again in dark nets of strangling gloom, until no light more could come to her abode…” – Silm pp. 73

Ungoliant fucking eats LIGHT.

  • “A cloak of darkness she wove around them when Melkor and Ungoliant set forth: an Unlight, in which things seemed to be no more, and which eyes could not pierce, for it was void.” – Silm pp. 74

Actual use of the word Void, like what. And, UNLIGHT? That doesn’t sound un-eldritch at all.

  • “… but Ungoliant belched forth black vapours as she drank, and swelled to a shape so vast and hideous that Melkor was afraid.” – Silm pp. 76

Melkor, the supposed Most Powerful of the Ainur? That Melkor? Afraid?

  • “For though the Valar did not yet understand fully what had befallen, they perceived that Melkor had called upon some aid that came from beyond Arda.” – Silm pp. 79

Literally textbook definition of an eldritch abomination right here.

  • “And thus the fear of Yavanna that the Silmarils would be swallowed up and fall into nothingness had not come to pass…” – Silm pp. 81

So we are to take it that when Ungoliant eats something, it becomes nothingness? Nothingness as in, the cloak of void-y-ness that she hid herself and Melkor with? That nothingness?

  • “Thither (Ered Gorgoroth), as was earlier told, Ungoliant had fled… and there she dwelt a while, filling the ravines with her deadly gloom… and the thin waters that spilled from Ered Gorgoroth were defiled, and perilous to drink, for the hearts of those that tasted them were filled with shadows of madness and despair.” – Silm pp. 121

This sounds exactly like the sort of madness-inducing locales and natural elements of the landscape that abound in HPL. Try reading The Colour Out of Space.

  • “But Morgoth himself the Valar thrust through the Door of Night beyond the Walls of the World, into the Timeless Void…” – Silm pp. 254

I’m just.. you called it a Void. You literally called it a Void. 

Offhand, I can recall similar stuff in the Lost Tales, but I don’t have the energy to comb for that right now. Whatever the case, in both Lost Tales and Silmarillion, we have statements along the lines of “Melkor traversed the void (searching for the Flame Imperishable)”, which is strongly implied to be a sort of nothingness before Arda was created. Given all that, how can I NOT apply a Lovecraftian interpretation?

I’d bet you anything Ungoliant came from the Void.

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Emma Hatton as Elphaba - Wicked London 2015 Cast

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These costumes were so much fun!

Cloaks, circlets and John’s costume made by me, plus my attempt at wig styling, all in the week leading up to the event. It was difficult only being able to work on it during the evening while working full time, but this is the best hobby ever and so worth it in the end. 

The narratives of the Doctrine are its cloak. The simple look only at the garment—that is, upon the narrative of the Doctrine; more they know not. The instructed, however, see not merely the cloak, but what the cloak covers.
—  The Zohar
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SONG MINHO GOT THE MOVES LIKE JAGGER

for my boo @letstalkaboutmyeverything

BONUS: 

MINO UNLEASHING HIS UNIQUE BRAND OF DANCING AT FULL FORCE

The Insubres and Boii were clothed in pants and light cloaks, but the Gaesatae from conceit and daring threw their clothing off, and went out to the front of the army naked, having nothing but their weapons. […] But the Romans […] were greatly disturbed by the ornaments and battle noises of the Celts. […] Also terrifying was the appearance and rapid maneuvering of the naked warriors in front, men at the prime of their strength and magnificence.
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Polybius, History [2nd century BC]

polybius sounds so turned on