Gravity Eyecons

sweepsweep

2011-11-20T16:42:19Z

Sorry for the spam post, for those of you whose saw it and are dabbing the blood from your eyeballs. I'm doing a bit of digital housekeeping to make sure it doesn't happen again. Here I thought LJ was a fortress! When did it turn into FB when I was gone??

Until later, dear hearts!

- From The Artiste

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes. Turn and face the strange.

2011-02-07T17:56:56Z

WOW. Was my last post here really almost 8 months ago?? Ridiculous...but not altogether unbelievable.

So hello again, old-timers and new-timers. 'Tis I again, here to announce a slight change to Gravity Eyecons' format. This journal started when I discovered a thing called "Photoshop" and the concept of "icons", little 100X100 digital avatars that forum users across the net -- but mainly on Live Journal -- use to represent themselves. Icons are a deceptively minute medium. The fact that they are constrained to 100 pixels across each way presents an intriguing design challenge. How does anything that small manage to look cool? Add a dash of creativity, style and pure fangirl(or fanboy)ness and the answer may surprise you. I spent quite a bit of time (and quite a few gigabytes worth of hard drive space) designing these little icons, and to this day I credit them with the interest I currently have in graphic design. Icon design taught me the ultimate basics of good composition, color theory and the multitude of uses for Photoshops tools. I've been inspired by the Live Journal icon community in more ways than one and I humbly tip my hat to every icon artist that I've followed in past times as well as recent. To those that don't think icons, on the basis that many of them are created from copyrighted material, are legitimate art, phoo to you, I say. Icons ARE art. They are, like any kind of art, personal expression, unique to each person who makes them. But best of all, they are a lot of fun to make and look at. They are also one of the best ways a dorky fan like me can pay homage to her favorite films and television shows. :-D

So, to move past that tangent, I regret to say that I probably won't be making as many (or any) icons as I used to. These days I've started finding new challenges in formats that go beyond the tiny 100X100 box I used to work in. That is, my box has expanded by 8.5X11 inches or so. :D In lieu of designing an entire portfolio website as many graphic designers do (I don't have that kind of time right now...in the future perhaps I will), I've decided to make this journal a place that potential employers and fans of design can visit to see my previous style of work and new style of work. It's here, so I might as well...I don't want to leave GE a dusty reminder of past days. I hope those that have watched this journal will continue to watch it, and those that happen by it will find something interesting to look at. As always, I will be open to artistic suggestions and even requests, for icons or other formats of design work.

My latest interests have expanded to poster design; web design (concept, not coding); logo design; illustration and motion graphics. I will try to keep this blog updated with whatever new stuff I come up with and maybe even do little blogs about the work so that others can follow my workflow (such as it is) and maybe learn something new in the process.

Lets see how this thing works out! Feel free to shout out at me at any time regarding the work or technical questions. As always, I love to hear from you guys! :)

You can also follow my digital art at My Deviant Art
And follow my photographic work at My Flickr
And check out my motion graphic work at My Vimeo

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LOST Homage

2010-05-24T17:36:42Z

Thanks for all the good & sad times LOST. I'm happy to have grown up in your decade. You didn't always make me happy, but you always gave me somewhere to get away to, and great people to get away with. You made me feel like family.

The text I chose comes from Shakespeare's place A Midsummer Nights Dream. It is Puck’s final speech in the play. Like LOST, the play is frothy, magical, fuzzy, heartwarming, sometimes tragic, sometimes hysterical. It's poetry and above all, it's good shit.

Thanks Lost!

LOST, Fringe, Legend Of The Seeker, Dollhouse

2010-05-23T19:05:01Z

[18] LOST
[12] FRINGE
[7] LEGEND OF THE SEEKER
[4] DOLLHOUSE

OMFG. It's been almost two days to a year since I last updated this journal. How many ways is that sad?

*headshake*

Here's all the random stuff I've been iconing over this...let's call it a "hiatus". :P These have been sitting on my computer forever, to explain the disparity between quality and style. With LOST coming to an end tonight, it seems appropriate to let these go free. It's been a great run. Bye show.

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Coloring Tutorial

2009-05-26T03:33:07Z

library_of_sex (awesome name btw) requested a tutorial for this icon:

SKILL LEVEL: Basic; Requires knowledge of Curves and Color Balance Adjustments.
OTHER NOTES: The original icon and the one made from this tut will be very slightly different because I didn't save the psd for the original, but luckily I had saved the psd for the other icon of mine that this tutorial borrows from. You can download that psd if you like HERE.

Also, if you want to save any of the gradients I use here, which are mine, you can go ahead and cut them out of this tut. :)

DOWNLOAD THE .PSD

Lost & SG1

2009-05-24T21:58:19Z

[24] LOST
[6] Stargate SG1

Wow it's been way too long. Between school and the two months where my mouse suddenly stopped working, I have just not been with the LJ iconing scene, LOL. But rest assured I haven't quit iconing. I'm just not doing it as much as I used to. I will still keep this journal updated with LJ icons or graphics whenever I make them. These days, I'm doing more larger format graphical work, so I will also try to showcase that here as often as I can.

I want to shout out to everyone who watches this journal and my regular commenters/LJ friends. ((((BIG HUGS)))) Thanks you guys, you always make my day.

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Top 5 Lost Scenes: Prt 2 & 3

2009-04-12T20:20:51Z

EKO: Yemi?
YEMI: Hello, brother.
EKO: Forgive me. I should have listened to you. You were right. I didn't want to do it.

YEMI: The work being done in this place is important, Eko. It is more important than anything. And it is in danger. You must help John. He has lost his way. You must make him take you to the question mark.

YEMI: John will not want to show you, so you must make him. Eko, there are many distractions, brother, but you must move past them. What is done is done. Do you understand?
EKO: Yes, Yemi.
YEMI: And, Eko, bring the axe.

ETHAN: If you do not stop following me, I will kill one of them. Do you understand? No more warnings.

Picspam: Top 5 Lost Scenes - Prt 1

2009-04-12T05:59:18Z

ANA: Why do you think they're doing this?
GOODWIN: Why do I think who's doing what?
ANA: Them. Don't you ever wonder why they attack us?
GOODWIN: Maybe they're not attacking us.
ANA: Yeah, they just drag us into the jungle every now and then -- no real harm done.
GOODWIN: Good point.
ANA: Why do you think they take some of us and not the others?
GOODWIN: That first night they took the strongest of us -- our quiet friend -- three other guys. They're all athletic, tough, threats.
ANA: They didn't take you.
GOODWIN: Guess they changed their plan after two of them got killed. Want to take a break?

GOODWIN: Can I have the knife?
ANA: Where do you think they got it? I mean, they don't even wear shoes. How'd they get an army knife?
GOODWIN: Sorry?

ANA: The knife -- it's U.S. military. Here, I'll show you. You see the tang stamp? This knife's probably 20 years old. You don't see these anymore, yet here it is, on this island. Weird, huh? Can I ask you something?
GOODWIN: Sure, Ana.
ANA: When you ran out of the jungle the day of the crash -- how did you find Bernard up in the tree?
GOODWIN: I heard him shouting from the beach.
ANA: From the beach?
GOODWIN: Why are you asking me about that, Ana?

ANA: Did he see you out there? Is that why you pretended to be one of us? You ran out of the jungle 10 minutes after the crash, you weren't wet. You were never even in the ocean. Where are they -- your friends? Nathan. What did you --
GOODWIN: If you had cut off his finger and he still told you he was on the plane, I think maybe you would have started to believe you had the wrong guy.
ANA: Did you kill him?
GOODWIN: Nathan was not a good person. That's why he wasn't on the list.

ANA: What about the kids? Did you kill them, too?
GOODWIN: Children are fine. They're better off now.

Iconers Block

2009-03-25T15:39:30Z

I wasn't going to hop on the bandwagon, but I have been feeling kind of short of inspiration lately...I don't if it's because of school classes and that I'm making different stuff now than just icons. But some feedback would be great just so I can pinpoint where my strengths are and hopefully focus and fine tune on it.

So!

best and worst icons meme

Dollhouse, SG1, Lost & some fake movies

2009-02-27T23:18:32Z

[5] Dollhouse
[17] Stargate SG1
[13] Lost
[2] Movie posters

Stargate! I missed iconing you. I did. And everyone really does need to watch Dollhouse before it gets canceled and replaced with a feel-good sitcom. Yuck.

I made two "movie" posters based on a couple of my own concepts. It's my first try compositing images that aren't from Lost or Stargate or something like that. Do let me know what you think so I can improve upon the next ones I make.

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Lost, Life, PD, SG, BSG, M-Rod, Foxy

2009-01-24T04:16:53Z

[28] LOST (Assorted seasons, Minor Spoilers for "The Lie")
[5] Life
[4] Pushing Daisies
[10] Stargate SG1/SGA
[9] BSG
[7] Michelle Rodriguez & Matthew Fox photoshoots
[2] Matthew Fox Photoshoot poster

WOW I haven't posted in forever!! Sorry 'bout that. I hope you guys like the new stuff. Most of these have been sitting on my comp since over winter break. The really colorful stuff is more recent and of course the newest Lost icons were done in practically a day, which accounts for the weird look, lol. I *might* do some new BSG for a later post. Tonight's ep was pretty cool...but you know what? I like outdoor shots more than indoor shots...BSG has a LOT of indoor shots and I really don't know what to do with them sometimes. So I admire all you iconers who make those indoor shots look like gorgeous outdoor shots. Props to you.

Anyway!

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Favorite Character(s) 4 Picspammy

2009-01-23T06:47:07Z

There are tons more, but these folks jump to mind. Top faves, most endearing and close to my fangirl soul. Note also episode preference (that's actually mostly Sam, Max's evil twin up there, and Janeway in Year of Hell, and Ana in The Other 48 Days, etc.

To be honest, I may do a picspam one day that's just all Ana Lucia and Charlie from Life...*plots*

A new crop of icons coming up soon! I just need to find time to upload and post them. Stay tooooned....

"One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us." - Kurt Vonnegut

01. TV On The Radio - New Health Rock
02. TV On The Radio - Snakes and Martyrs
03. Beck - 1000BPM
04. M.I.A. - Fire, Fire
05. The Beatles - Across The Universe
06. Blondie - Heart of Glass
07. Styx - Mr. Roboto
08. David Bowie - Space Oddity
09. Menomena - Twenty Cell Revolt
10. The Hush Sound - Medicine Man
11. TV On The Radio - New Health Rock (that song is just addictive)
12. Spiritualized - Cop Shoot Cop
13. The Police - Truth Hits Everybody

SG1 LIMS R2 Sign ups!

2008-11-24T18:45:29Z

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Lost, Trek, Sanctuary + Fringe

2008-11-21T00:33:50Z

[11] Lost
[6] ST: Voyager
[9] Sanctuary
[11] Fringe

I think Fringe is my guilty pleasure. I find it rather dorky, kind of pretentious and pretty absurd, yet...I can't bring myself to stop tuning in. It must be that I so admire that poor fluffy haired assistant person who has to exist in their weird little universe. I identify! That's it!

Gotta pimp navras_rheya + adina_mpj's awesome icon battle for this batch's inspiration.

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Lost, Life, Sanctuary.

2008-11-13T20:28:45Z

[10] LOST (5 for iconstant
[6] LIFE
[7] Sanctuary
[8] SG/Lost/Heroes Banners

Short and sweet batch. Nothing interesting. I'm very bored.

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These two "movie" posters designed on a perfectly random occasion. So don't go Googling anything...

Jack's nose/profile intrigues me.

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Practicing typography usage.

FanFic: My Face Is On This Side Of The Box

2008-11-12T19:39:44Z

Title: My Face Is On This Side Of The Box
Genre: AU, Angst, Drama
Characters/Pairings: Ana Lucia, Jack Shephard, Christian Shephard. (vague Jana & Jate implications)
Rating: T (Some language, imagery)
Summary: He's not crazy, just a little abstracted.
Notes: I find this fic impossible to summarize, but basically it's an AU End-Of-Lost theory inspired by a Twilight Zone episode and musings on the abstract intricacies of Cubist art. It's pretty random...pseudo-artistic word vomit, I call it. Random use of clonazepam because I have no clue about medicine...

MY FACE IS ON THIS SIDE OF THE BOX
By Osiris-Ra/Firstanointed

Juliet had come to him, coughing and grabbing at her chest. He tried to save her, but she had gone septic, and started to spit up blood. That was all.

Hugo, Charlotte and Desmond went into the jungle and never came back.

Something pushed Miles off a cliff one day.

Jin had a close encounter with a shark. The gore had been dreadful. Sun grew fatally ill out of her distress and that was all.

Nobody knew what had happened to John. Wherever'd he disappeared to, he had taken his crutches with him.

Daniel finally lost the only screw he had left and that was all.

Sawyer got torn apart by a polar bear and that was all.

Now Jack is sitting alone on the beach holding Kate's suicide letter.

“Dear Jack...I don't know what to say. It's really cowardly of me...but I guess that's something you're used to by now. I'm sorry I'm not here to say good-bye...but I know you'd try to stop me...and probably succeed...I can't do it anymore, Jack. Not after what happened to Sawyer...to Hurley and Sun and everyone. The only thing keeping me from doing this is knowing that you won't be far behind...and when I see you then, I'll be able look you in the eye and tell you I love you, Jack. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in my life.

Will be seeing you,

Kate”

Rising quietly from the sand, Jack put the letter down and looked towards the ocean. The water was vivid, like it had been painted or maybe had dye poured into it. The caustic waves battered the shore, leaving an icky white scum as they fell back only to recoil and again hammer the innocent shore. A flock of gulls suddenly cut through the sky, keeling. Jack looked up. The air was making him sick. He turned, fell to his knees and hands and was sick in the sand.

“Fuck.” he said, wiping his mouth. And the word was not said with anger , but rather as if it was a surprising fact. An uninteresting item of notice. “Fuck.” without emotion or regard for the ugliness of the word. “Fuck.” It had lost it's meaning. Jack stood up, his hands caked with sand. He turned and walked towards the water. His bare feet felt the cold shock of the bluer than blue water, and he kept walking. He continued past the soft sinking sand of the shore until the water went past his ankles.

For no reason, he found himself humming. As he walked further in and further out into the water, he was still humming, and wondering if somewhere, at some time, he had heard the song he was humming on the radio.

“In a crowd of a million people, I'll find my valentine, then I'll climb to the highest steeple, and tell the world she's mine.”

The water was waist level now.

“Jack!” A distant voice shouted beyond the waves. “Jack! Jack!!” He turned and looked back at the beach. A figure was running out of the jungle, waving it's arms at him. He stood in the water awhile, wondering who it could be. Everyone he knew had either disappeared, been killed or killed themselves. So who was this unfamiliar speck shouting at him? Maybe he was going berserk like Daniel had...babbling about seeing people and planes and things. It would make sense that he was finally losing his mind...men like Jack tended to lose their minds extremely late in the game. They may have been the last to hold the trump card in their hands...but all the good it would do them...say, that person did look awfully familiar though. And the voice...that urgent and yet kind of teenage voice...and was she wearing a black tank top? ...Wasn't Ana Lucia dead?

“Jack!” She ran up to the shore. It was definitely her. Her hair was pulled away from her face, and her dark eyes were startled and angry.

“What are you doing, Jack?”

He just stared at her. Feeling sick again, he turned around. Something in his head randomly said, “Goddamn, he puked all over the sheet...he's seizing...tie him down...and administer another 5 cc's of clonazepam.”

“Look at me, Jack.” her voice had softened. She sounded worried. “You don't know what you're doing.”

He looked over his shoulder at Ana. She started walking into the water towards him.

“...and maybe put in another order of anti-psychotics...Dr. Drake knows which ones...”

The water swished around them. He felt the warmth of Ana's hand taking his beneath the water. She was pulling him with her towards the safety of the shore. He followed stiffly, his legs cold, hard and frigid.

“...and bring some blankets...he's shaking the whole...”

He stopped abruptly, and taking advantage of her slippery grip, snatched his hand away. Ana Lucia looked back at him, surprised.

“No.” he said. “I know what I'm doing. I know who I am. I know who you are...and you're dead!” He spat the word at her. “Dead! Dead! Dead! You're all dead!!”

Like a bolt, he took off running, and heard the splash of Ana taking chase. Absurd as it was, he was being pursued by a ghost—a ghost who could run damn fast, but if he could just get to the beach...

...a man sped across the lion-colored sand, his eyes wild and nostrils flaring. Jack Shephard ran alone.

“...respiratory rate is spiking...administer the clonazepam...”

“Buona sera signorina, buona sera...it is time to say goodnight to Napoli...”

Jack ran until it hurt to breathe. He staggered to a breathless stop and collapsed. He lay there, his chest heaving, his throat struggling to take in air but not succeeding. It felt like someone was beating his chest with their fist, but it was only his oxygen deprived heart pounding. His tired head rolled to the side, and his eyes saw, directly before them, two crude wooden crosses sticking out of the sand.

“I know who I am.” Jack whispered between cracked lips. Dizzily, he got to his feet and staggered towards the crosses. Two long bumps in the sand indicated grave sites. He knew what he would do, to prove to the mind he was losing that he would be justified...(he fell to his knees and began to toss sand aside) ...in walking into the ocean...(handful by handful, a crater was dug)...and that it would be alright if he died...(his fingernails were caked with dirt and blood)...because nobody really died here...(more sand, more dirt, more blood)...not on this plane of reality...(his arms throbbed, his chest was on fire, his head spun dizzily, crazily)...on this abject, ambiguous shallow space of existence...(dizzily, crazily)...ending was impossible. You did not exist. Thus you did not die.

Jack Shephard, once a brilliant spinal surgeon, once the second in an epic love tryst, once a savior, once a leader, stood laughing with bloodshot eyes and black, grimy hands in Ana Lucia's empty grave.

~

“How did you meet my son?” Christian asked.

“At the airport.” Ana Lucia replied with a grin. She shifted uncomfortably in her skirt-suit and white heels. “He was, uh...very entertaining in the ticket line.”

Christian smiled. “I can't imagine.”

Ana was looking at him strangely.

“What?”

“I just...I'm sorry. It's really weird to see you here.”

“Why?” he looked amused.

“Well...you're the dad of the guy I was stranded with on an island for 4 years.”

Christian nodded. “I guess that would be a little weird. Mysterious ways, right? Look, I...I want to thank you for what you did...for watching out for my son. ..and of course...”

She nodded with him, silently remembering the ironic past.

“So I guess you want to see him now.”

~

The room was like a can, dim and pressurized. The air tasted and smelled stale. The window shades had been pulled down and shut, so that light beamed in rims across the room, barely cutting through the submerged, aquatic darkness. Music was playing softly from a radio; 1950ies happy pill tunes that crooned with a saccharine sort of pleasantness. The still form of a man lay on the hospital bed in front of the window. His arms and legs were strapped and a bit of blood trickled from his clenched hands.

Slowly, as though approaching a dam that was about due to burst, Ana crossed the room.

Jack's eyes were open. He was breathing very slowly. Beads of sweat dotted his brow. As Ana Lucia approached, his head turned, watching her with an interest that was starkly devoid of recognition.

“Has he been struggling?” Ana asked, looking at Jack's bleeding fists. Christian drew an appraising but concerned look over his son's body.

“He has...his hallucinations have been worsening...he's seized quite a few times, so we had to up his clonazepam. Helps with the seizures and aggression. ...Sometimes he says things.”

“What kind of things?”

“Well, today he said something like, 'I know who I am', 'They're all dead.' He might be having flashbacks...maybe to the island?”

Ana regarded him darkly. Jack's eyes were set on her, and intermittently, he blinked so slowly that she thought he might be falling asleep. His mouth opened slightly, and his lips moved. She started to lean in to hear what he was saying.

“Be careful,” Christian warned, “He's bitten before.”

Ana glanced at Christian and made a sharp breathless noise similar to a stunned laugh. This was, of course, not the Jack she knew, this staring, hallucinating, biting husk lying dying on this death bed. This was not Jack at all.

“Please tell...” Jack's voice was a hoarse whisper, “please tell Kate...I'm sorry...that I didn't...come.”

His hand unclenched and outspread, reaching for hers. Ana vaguely heard Christian warning her in the background, but a thunder had started to surge in her ears, and her eyes felt hot. Unreasonably, she was crying.

“Tell her I'm sorry...that I didn't come.” Jack repeated, his sticky red hand tightly gripping Ana's. Slowly she nodded and tried to smile.

“I'll tell her, Jack.”

She took her hand away and stroked his head once. She didn't like treating him as though he were a child. To see his glazed eyes lost away in some other paradox where horrors repeated themselves, it was too depressing. Selfishly, Ana was glad she hadn't ended up like that...but neither would have Jack maybe...if Kate hadn't left, and if the others had kept in touch...and hell, would it have killed her to pick up the phone once? He had been there for her when she was alone...why didn't any of them see it coming? Why hadn't they thought he was capable of cracking?

Ana walked away from the heavy air around the bed. She stopped when she came to Christian who stood with his hands clasped in front of him, clutching a clipboard. Several minutes ago, she had realized she had no more words left to say, but she forced herself to issue a halting, “Take care of him”, to which Christian nodded, not looking at her. He stayed stolidly in one place, watching the prone body on the bed, and half-listening to the music as the departing sound of Ana's heels softly clicked across the floor. The sudden sensation of fluid new air movement being sucked to an abrupt stop barely bothered him as the door closed.

Lyric credits: Connie Francis - Where The Boys Are
Louis Prima - Buona Sera

SG1, Heroes, Lost, Stock & a girl in a movie about rabid dogs

2008-10-28T00:46:23Z

[13] War photography
[12] Stargate SG1
[14] Heroes (Season 3 POSSIBLE SPOILERS BEWARE)
[6] The Breed (Just M-Rod)
[3] Lost

Wow, my last post was in September. Now it's nearly election time. How fast time goes! *hops onto soapbox* Vote for humanity ya'll. Vote for your fellow human, no matter what color or religion they may be. Please don't vote for war.

Hey, waitwaitwaitwait, I'm totally not being political ~~and endorsing the Green party~~, GET BACK HERE!

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The Big Damn Interest Post

2008-09-15T16:38:07Z

Barack Obama, Elizabeth Mitchell, M.I.A., Lenny Kravitz, Alicia Keys, Zachary Quinto, Russel Brand, Ali Larter, Michelle Rodriguez, Matthew Fox, Bobby Darin, Star Trek Voyager/TNG, Stargate Atlantis, Stargate SG1, Supernatural, Dark Shadows, Lost, Run Lola Run, Banners (LOST)

Hugely multi-fandom comin' atcha. All icons are shareable.

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LOST, Stargate, Voyager, Singin' In the Rain

2008-08-23T19:41:11Z

[20] LOST random & for iconstant
[9] SG Atlantis for lantis_lims
[16] SG1
[7] ST Voyager
[6] Singing In The Rain

In my continuing search of my own unique style, I present another peculiar batch of icons. My venture into the abstract and surreal was a partial success, I might continue on this way.

#'s 1-9 done for iconstant #'s 5-9 for their icon artist emulation challenge, which roxs my soxs.

Comments make my little ol' day.

Credit is appreciated but not necessary.

Enjoy, tell your friends. ♥

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Icon Crit Meme + Interests upcoming

2008-08-23T02:35:17Z

the icon crit meme

To shamelessly rip off navras_rheya, the first...we'll say 10 commenters on this post (in this LJ) get interest icons in the next icon post, which will be the post AFTER the set I'm posting tomorrow. Been wanting to do this before school starts, so take advantage guys, lol. :)

Harry Potter Charity Auction

2008-08-19T21:53:08Z

Hello everyone! Are you are Harry Potter fan? Would you like a chance to own some high quality Harry Potter fan art and help out a good cause as well? Please check out foxestacado's charity auction, featuring a stunning high quality print of Lily, now up for bidding on EBay.

Information on the auction and pictures of the artwork "Portrait of Lilly" is here at foxestacado's journal. You can help out and bid on the item here at EBay.

%50 of all proceeds will go to Doctors Without Borders

HURRY THERE ARE ONLY TWO(2)DAYS LEFT!

X Files, Dark Angel, Lost, Firefly, Musicians

2008-08-04T23:32:47Z

(11)X-Files
(19)Musicians Cat Stevens, Cat Power, Beck, Alicia Keys
(12)Dark Angel
LOST (11) iconstant alternates (26) Misc
(7)Firefly

Pretty random batch, this one. I blame prettybutt for the last row of LOST...dusty pink gradient fill layers are awesome. A bit of random Firefly down below. Interesting show...

Comments are muchly ♥'d. Tell your friends. Ta.

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Fanfic - Lost - Kodachrome

2008-07-31T05:43:04Z

*randomly posts fic*

Just a one-shot, I promise.

Title: Kodachrome
Characters: In Order of Appearance: Ana Lucia, Jack Shephard, Charlie Pace (and Drive Shaft), Juliet & The Others (Sawyer & Kate cameo)
Rating: R for Strong Language. Some slightly disturbing imagery...I guess.
Summary: A self-insert wakes up in a white cube which shakes her out like a
grain of very confused salt onto an island where a series of very strange and random things happen involving Losties, polar bears, giant ants and lyrics to Beck songs. Inspired by Beck, Alice in Wonderland and Frank Herbert's Dune.
Notes: This was written to appease a friend who wanted to see how I'd write a self-insert. I take full responsibility for every word (except the lyrics of course) Proceed as usual.

KODACHROME

A Crack!Fic by Osiris-Ra/Firstanointed

Marianna opened her eyes. She was alive.

Strobe lights burned into her eyes like a zillion hot coals and she screamed, feeling her head, legs, chest and vital organs all at once ignite. At first, she thought she would stroke from the electrical overload, but then suddenly, the scorching skull melting heat stopped.

The sky was white, without harm, but puzzlingly sunless.

“I wonder where I am,” she said. “I wonder WHO I am?”

“I'll tell you who you are.” A nasal male voice answered. Suddenly, the world turned upside down, but what was weird was the the underside of the world looked just like the top of the world...or the sky of the world...or...well, nothing was really making any sense, but at any rate, it seemed like she was falling, or maybe being shaken violently.

“Did you ever feel a bit like Alice? Tumbling into Wonderland?” the nasal voice asked.

Marianna looked around? Where WAS that voice coming from?

That was of no consequence. Vertigo kicked in, and suddenly, Marianna puked in mid-air. She fell a noses-breadth from her vomit a zillion billion million thousand hundred miles – or so it felt anyway – until finally something hit her all at once in the face, head, chest, stomach and legs. It was like she had gotten run over by a semi-truck. How pitiless of the driver—he hadn't even stopped to see if she was okay. At any rate, somehow, amazingly, she was alive. She lifted her head, and wiped the vomit from her lips.

She had landed.

Marianna got to her feet, groaning and feeling quite out of sorts and sick. She thought she was going to puke again, but as she looked around, she completely forgot about puking and instead began to again wonder where on earth she was?

Was she even still ON earth?

She was standing in the middle of a jungle, looking up into a canopy of trees that were taller than the tallest skyscraper and into a sky that was bluer than the bluest Jawbreaker. An eerie fog surrounded her, and suddenly she realized that she was glowing. Her actual skin was glowing a sheer, golden hue, and her hair, long and braided like an Indian's, was shining brighter than the brightest lamp, even though it was blacker than the blackest night.

How strange, she thought.

“Fuckin' freaky, I'd say.” A female voice behind her concurred laughingly.

Marianna whirled around.

A dark haired woman was standing barefoot on a Tatami mat, balancing on one strong leg. Her eyes were closed and her hands were clasped together, as though she were praying.

Marianna walked closer to the mysterious woman, who did not at any moment open her eyes. Marianna circled the Tatami mat curiously, noticing with reserved caution, the disturbing collection of severed rabbit heads scattered on and around the mat.

“Who are you?” Marianna asked.

“My name is Ana Lucia.” the woman replied. “Did you ever wonder,” Ana Lucia asked, “if you were actually a figment of someone else's imagination?”

“Um,” Marianna started to say, but then suddenly, Ana Lucia's eyes snapped open. The woman called Ana Lucia began to chant:

“See us come runnin' from nothin',
Fool the grave, looking for somethin',
We're not lost, we're just losing,
All we used to hold us together. “

She raised her clasped hands in a Sun Salute, and when she was finished, plunged both hands into her pockets and pulled out twin Swiss Army knives.

“DUCK!” Ana yelled. And Marianna did. The twin knives whistled through the air and ended their murderous journey in the chest of a man who, unnoticed to Marianna (who, for the sake of mentioning it, was a bit clueless anyway) had materialized into the clearing.

“NOOOOOOOOEEESSSS!!” The man shouted as he died. His body instantly went frigid and plummeted like a stone to the ground.

Ana Lucia's other leg stamped firmly onto the mat. She stood, looking very seriously at the dead man, who did not actually seem to be a man at all, but some kind of half-man half bird half-stone half-smoke thing, with an eye patch ridiculously bound around his head.

Mariannea, hiding behind Ana Lucia, gaped in astonishment. “Who WAS that??”

“What, you mean.” Ana corrected. “WHAT was that. THAT was Jacob.”

Ana Lucia stepped off the Tatami and strode over to the corpse and stuck her hand in the smoky part of his body. Her hand and arm began to change color, a pearlescent and silvery hue swirling up her veined, tanned forearm, hardening it into a limb of solid chrome. With increasing difficulty, Ana pulled her solidifying arm out of the man's chest, and revealed that, held gingerly in her palm, was a small silvery bead that bounced very easily at the slightest movement, even in her palm. Ana carefully put the bead in a slate colored pouch hanging from her belt and rose.

“Jacob?” Marianna looked at Ana wide-eyed. “Who's Jacob?”

“Jacob is the man who created Kodachrome.” Ana smiled, patting the slate pouch dangling from her hip. “And I just killed him.”

Ana went to her Tatami and began to fold it up. She strapped it to a backpack lying nearby and slung the pack around her shoulders. She motioned Marianna to follow her, and then set off into the jungle briskly. Feeling confused but not wanting to get anymore lost than she already was, Marianna followed.

“I've been hunting that asshole for years.” The Latina huntress said. “You know what a fucking pain it is to look for a guy who doesn't even exist?”

Marianna had no idea. With nothing intelligent to say, she let Ana go on.

“I chased that fucker to 1950ies New York and back. Changed my alias about twenty times. Got caught by his security system about fifty. This year, you know what happened? He bends the continuum and gets me stuck in a shitty airplane that crashes here, a place that conveniently does not exist, so that I couldn't teleport out! He thought he'd trapped me here, but he was wrong! Eight Hundred and Fifteen Thousand prayer beads and Forty Two rabbit heads later? I got him. Summoned his dimension hopping ass right outta space!That's right, I GOT you, you sonofabitch!”

Ana pumped her fist. Marianna eyed Ana Lucia. She didn't know quite what to make of her strange companion.

“He doesn't exist?” was all Marianna could fathom to ask.

Ana looked at her with a slightly stunned look, as though she were shocked EVERYONE didn't know that Jacob didn't really exist.

“No. He doesn't.”

“Why were you chasing him?”

“To get Kodachrome, why the hell else?”

“Oh.” Marianna thought about that. “Well, what is Kodachrome?”

“It's a song by Simon and Garfunkel, Jesus, what planet do you come from?!”

“But you said he created it.”

“Yeah, he did. He created Kodachrome and Simon and Garfunkel wrote a song about it. Kid, I don't have time for your dumb questions, I've got a Republican to go screw. See ya.”

Seemingly angry, Ana Lucia strode off into the jungle, going far too fast for Marianna to catch up...or was it that Ana's legs were suddenly growing longer?

No, Ana herself was growing.

No. Marianna was shrinking!

How very peculiar!

The world diminished around her. The trees grew monstrously, towering billions of miles above her until she was so small that the GRASS was towering above her. In a bewildered panic, Marianna stumbled through the mountains of dirt and pebbles, avoiding the giant tendrils of growing vines and flowers, and hoping that, whatever happened, she didn't happen upon any ants.

It was dumb luck that she did, however, and as she turned to run from the humongous insect, she tripped, being very clumsy like that, and got her foot stuck between two granules of dirt.

The glimmering beast advanced quickly on her, it's hairy black antennae fluttering about her face, its monstrous jaws continuously chomping at the air. The chittering horror let out an ungodly screech and descended, it's pincers snapping and salivating, but suddenly, the creature's torso exploded into bloody little black chunks and the exoskeleton flew, slamming violently into a sudden, grotesque death.

The ant's crushed corpse lay posthumously twitching between two blades of grass.

Marianna stared in horror and disgust, her face spattered with ant blood, when suddenly, she felt something brush along her shoulder. She whirled, frightened and ready to fight, but found herself staring into the intelligent eyes of a world weary man. Several twigs that had been sharpened into bayonets were slung across his back in a ruby studded sheath. The white medical coat he wore had a tag on it which read in pleasing letters: “Dr. Jack Shephard.”

Dr. Jack smiled.

“Hi, my name's Jack. I'll be your hero today.”

Marianna couldn't help but smile back.

“Oh. Well, thank you.”

Gently, he helped her get her foot out from between the pieces of dirt. Noticing the crimson spots on her face, he delicately wiped them off with his thumb.

“You really should be more careful. I try to avoid this area whenever I can. Sometimes it never fails though, you have to cross through it.”

“What is this place?”

“Well, there isn't really an official name for it. I just call it Slumber Land.”

“Why Slumber Land? Do people fall asleep a lot here?”

Dr. Jack laughed. “Well no, I just like the sound of it. Slumber Land. It sounds peaceful.”

“But there are giant killer ants here. I don't think that's very peaceful.”

Jack grinned. "It's supposed to be ironic. Anyway, the ants are harmless when they've got a bayonet through them.”

Dr. Jack went to the still jiggling ant corpse and pulled a dagger from his chain link belt. Precisely, he began to cut chunks of meat from the pieces of scattered exoskeleton. It was everything Marianna could do to keep from retching again.

“Ant meat. Good protein.” Dr. Jack explained as he pocketed the black meat in a special pouch he was carrying. “And now, off we go.”

Dr. Jack Shephard and Marianna trekked northwards, searching, as they went, for local flora and fauna, and collecting pieces of the petals of flowers and leaves that they came upon, and that Dr. Jack explained would be beneficial later when they wanted to grow again. They passed over a glorious hill, sown with sweet smelling grass and wheat, and also traversed over a roaring pond, using a special inflatable boat that the Doctor kept folded in his knapsack.

On the other side of the pond, they collected droplets of spring water in beetle-skin waterbags to drink later, and the Doctor demonstrated how to get mangoes from the very tops of the trees by using special clamps to climb up the massive tree trunk and sawing away at the vine that held the giant fruit to the tree with a flint saw. After collecting as much mango meat as they could carry, the Doctor led the way to his hut, which was set up directly underneath the cover of a very poisonous jungle mushroom. Inside, Marianna helped him to put away the goods they had collected, and then had a cup of strong red tea with him, and listened as he shared his own peculiar story.

Apparently the Doctor had come to the island much the same way the mysterious Ana Lucia had come, via a plane which had crashed on the island. The Doctor had many bizarre tales to tale (though not as bizarre as this one) and apparently had come to know quite a few of the people he had been stranded with before the fateful day he had shrunk. Oddly, he couldn't remember exactly how he had come to be shrunk, it had just happened one day. He woke up one morning smothered by his own bedding and nearly suffocated to death trying to escape. Unable to communicate with his friends due to his minuscule size, he ran into the jungle and lived there ever after, utilizing his size in amazing ways.

“It is difficult though,” the Doctor admitted, “to have to avoid insects and birds and people's feet and things like that. I've learned to deal with the bugs, but the people are a different story. Everything looks like a bug to them. And you know how people are about bugs. Some of them are pretty cool, like Eko. I think he's a Buddhist or something. Talks to trees and birds and stuff like that. But whatever you do, don't get yourself caught by Sawyer. He will squash you for sure. He's kind of psychopathic that way...I don't know, I think he's bipolar or something.”

The Doctor sipped his tea.

“So,” he asked, “what's your story Marianna?”

Marianna shrugged. “I woke up in a box with my head on fire and next thing I know, I'm here. I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to be here...but I am. And I can't quite figure it out.”

Jack nodded understandingly.

“You're out of place. I think that's common among self-inserts.”

“Self what?”

“You know. Self-inserts. People who exist somewhere else but have inserted themselves somewhere where they're not supposed to be but they really want to be. I think it has something to fulfilling sexual fantasies and stuff.”

Marianna looked offended. “Excuse me?”

“Or fantasies in general. Do you recall having any particular desire to be stranded on an island?”

“Uh, no.”

“Hmm. Well, I understand anyway.”

“I don't see how you could. You seem like you belong here.”

“Well, we all belong here in a way. Even you. Well, actually, maybe not you, but what I'm saying is, it's Earth...so...you know. Whatever. Do you want to have sex?”

Marianna blinked.

“Pardon?”

“Well that's usually what happens I think. Well wait a minute, let me check something.”

Jack reached up for a thick tome on top of the bookshelf and consulted a chapter. After skimming briefly he said “Ah!” nodded and put the book away.

“I'm actually supposed to ask you what we're supposed to do.”

“Huh?”

“According to The Grand Manual of Shameless Self-Inserts, you're supposed to have the answer to the world, universe and everything.”

Jack looked at her expectantly and smiled.

Marianna reached out skeptically. “Lemme see that thing.”

Jack handed The Grand Manual of Shameless Self-Inserts to Marianna. The book opened conveniently to the chapter to Dramatic and Random Character Deaths which specified that at some point, she (and stunningly the book mentioned her by name) would have to dramatically and randomly give her life for a Lilliputian who had a real life medical degree—specifically as a spinal surgeon.

“Are you a spinal surgeon?” Marianna asked casually, not lifting her eyes from the book.

“Why yes I am. So was my father. He's a drunk though, and died. I see him sometimes...in my dreams. And when I'm awake. They say when you see things when you're awake you're hallucinating.”

“Uh huh,” Marianna said, uninterested and flipping the chapter quickly to see how she could avoid having to die at the hands of a certifiable spinal surgeon.

“I call it awake-dreaming, though. 'Hallucinating' sounds so...I dunno, crazy or loony bin-ish, you know? Like you're crazy or something. I'm not crazy. Are you crazy?”

“Not yet.” Marianna skipped to the final page in the book. Big red words shouted out at her:

HIT JACK WITH THIS BOOK, MAKE A QUICK GETAWAY AND EAT SOME 'SHROOMS ON YOUR WAY OUT.

Marianna clapped the book shut and looked at Jack with a big fake smile.

“Well,” she said, standing up suddenly, “I have to go now. Thanks for the tea.”

Jack stood up too, looking surprised. “But I thought we were going to have sex.”

“Um...maybe later. First I have to do something.”

“Oh?” Jack smiled happily, “what?”

“This.” Marianna clobbered the Doctor over the head with The Grand Manual of Shameless Self-Inserts. He crumpled to the floor and Marianna ran out, breaking off a piece of the mushroom as she went.

As she popped the mushroom in her mouth and started chewing it (and it was chewy like bubble gum, and peppermint flavored) it occurred to Marianna that it was pretty stupid to listen to a warning inside a book condemning her as a figment of someone else's warped imagination, and that also maybe it wasn't so bright to eat a poisonous mushroom, but she soon forgot all about that because she realized that happily, she was getting big again!

A little...too big.

When she finally stopped growing, Marianna figured she was around 50 stories tall. Her feet had crushed a good portion of the tree canopy, which was really itching her ankles, and just by standing on tippy-toe, she could make the entire island sunk just a little bit deeper into the ocean.

"This is all highly irregular." Marianna thought.

Treading carefully with her size 4000 and a half feet (at least!), Marianna stepped onto a nearby hill and sat on it, feeling somewhat melancholy and depressed. She would have liked to be normal size again, and to talk to someone sane for a change, but that didn't seem very likely.

Someone sighed next to her. “I know what you mean sister. Everyone's crazy around here. Seriously, I can't talk to anybody. All they ever do is whine and shoot at things.”

Marianna looked down to see who was talking. To her surprise, a polar bear balancing on roller skates was wobbling about nearby, juggling several mangoes.

The polar bear looked up at her and tossed a mango up to her.

“Don't know if it'll help much...maybe it'll getcha from here to there.”

The polar bear roller skated away down the hill.

“Have fuu-UU-UU-AA-AAUUUGGHHWWOOAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH...”

Marianna peeked over the ledge the polar bear had skated over and stared in surprise, seeing that there wasn't anything there except for a plunging black maw. For a second, Marianna contemplated jumping down it, but on account of being unable to even fit down it, decided against it.

She sighed and bounced the tiny mango in her hand.

“Bollocks.” she said. “I sure wish I could hear some Beck right now.” she thought randomly.

At that moment, something weird began to happen. The sky parted and the one hit wonder band Drive Shaft lowered from the heavens on a stage made of Dharma Oreos. They were all wearing flashy, glittery speedos and playing makeshift instruments made out of Spam cans, boxes of kleenex, bamboo stalks and trash can lids. Somehow, it all sounded pretty good.

Charlie Pace, the lead singer, stepped towards Marianna's huge smiling face and sang right to her, energetically whacking a cowbell:

“The information is laughing at us
The ticker tape feeds the night
Looking for a lost transmission
A heaven that we left behind

When the information comes
We'll know what we're made from
And the skyline rising
Highrise eyes see through you “

Charlie's brother Liam pounded his Spam can drums with gusto. Marianna bobbed her head to the rhythm, unaware that the longer the music played, the bigger she was actually getting, until her head reached sheer into space. The music began to dim and fade into a series of random “Oh oooh oh oooh oh ooooh ohhhh”'s and then, realizing where she was at last, Marianna snapped out of her clueless daze and tried to scream. Of course, with no oxygen in space, she just kind of choked and closed her mouth, surprised. She looked around at the celestial blackness.

There was a white door floating nearby.

How very peculiar, she thought.

Remembering something she'd seen on a Calvin and Hobbes comic strip, she floated towards the hovering door, turned the knob and pulled it open.

Insde the door was a warm reading room which was, at the moment, filled with people who were reading books. A woman with blonde hair and sharp blue eyes was reading a chapter from Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep.

“'I've never seen a spider, Pris said. She cupped the medicine bottle in her palms, surveying the creature within. 'All those legs. Why's it need so many legs, JR?'”

The blonde woman whose name was Juliet, looked up at the girl floating at the doorway.

“Well hello. Do come in dear. Close the door please.”

Marianna pulled herself in the room and alighted to the carpet as gravity kicked in. Peering one final time at the strange outside view of stars and celestial matter and comets and other strange, eerie things, she closed the door.

A man with large blue pop eyes and a strangely smiling face motioned her to come sit beside him. Marianna walked over and took a seat on the couch, and finding it comfortable, settled in as the Juliette continued the story.

At half past 8:00, Juliet finished the story and withdrew to the kitchen to bring in homebaked chocolate chip cookies.

“What did you think of the story, Marianna?” the pop eyed man whose name was Benjamin Linus asked.

“It was very...Philip K Dick.” she replied with a grin.

Everyone in the room frowned, as if offended.

“Do you not like Philip K Dick?” Benjamin asked disapprovingly.

“Well...” Marianna hesitated. “Well, I thought Minority Report was very good.”

The frowns ceased.

“Steven Spielberg sure did a good job with those Pre-cogs.”

Everyone frowned again.

“You're kidding right?” said a guy who was wearing a lot of eyeliner.

“Steven Spielberg completely destroyed the integrity of a complex, psychological science fiction thriller. I demand that this woman be ejected from the room immediately.”

“Hush, Richard.” said Juliet, pouring herself a glass of brandy. “Not everyone is as fond of the actual novels as you. I have to agree with Marianna, I think Steven Spielberg did a fantastic job with his film adaption.” Juliet munched on a cookie. “I think Tom Cruise was a bit miscast though.”

Richard rolled his heavily made up eyes.

“So what are we reading next?” Juliet asked, sipping her brandy and staring very hard at Marianna.

“How about The Bourne Identity by Robert Ludlum?”

The entire room except Juliette groaned.

“Touch Not The Cat by Mary Stewart?”

Someone laughed contemptuously. Several people mock snored.

“A Clockwork Orange?” A big man named Tom with white hair and wearing a “Gay Pride” T-Shirt said.

“The Shining?” suggested a dark haired girl named Alex with a grin.

“Our Mutual Friend!” Said a Random Person to whom nobody was really paying attention to at all.

“To Kill A Mocking Bird.” said an African American woman named Bea in a prophetic voice.

“Oh for crying out loud, Fahrenheit 911.” said the fat man in the Gay Pride shirt. “I'll get the lighters, who's got the kerosene.”

“Why doesn't our guest pick this time?” Juliet asked softly with a vaguely sinister glint in her blue eyes.

Everyone gave Marianna a hassled glare.

“Sure. What's your idea, kid?” Scoffed Tom, his belly jiggling. “The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy? I'm sure I haven't read THAT one a bajillion times.”

“That is not. Even. A number. Tom.” Bea said between her teeth.

“How about...” Marianna said slowly and unsurely, “we just not read anything?”

Everyone stared at her blankly.

“I mean...nobody seems to want to read anything...so why don't we just...not read anything?”

Bea looked at Richard. Richard looked at Tom. Tom looked at Alex. Alex looked at the Random Person. The Random Person looked at Benjamin. Benjamin looked at Juliet. Juliet kept looking at Marianna.

“What would you have us do?” Juliet asked, looking puzzled. “This is a book club.”

Marianna looked around breifly. “I notice,” she said after a moment, “that you have a music player over there.”

Everyone except Juliet looked towards the record player in the corner.

“Yeah.” said Tom. “So what? Would you prefer to boogie?”

“No...” Marianna stood up and walked to the player. She perused the collection records until discovering, hidden between an LP of Liam Finn and Ella Fitzgerald, a white record with a simple octagonal symbol etched in the center.

Juliet eyed Marianna as the young girl inspected the record. Marianna turned to everyone with a smile.

“Why don't we play this one?”

Tom snorted. "Screw this. I have to go pee." With that, he got up and sauntered off to the stairs.

Marianna put the disc in. Carefully, she lowered the needle and with a scratch, skip and crackle, the disc began to play.

(playing over a 90ies Old skool rap beat)

“Hello, I'm Marvin Candle, I'm the man you cannot handle, I'm the wizard of this junction, I'm the madman of this function, If you'd like to take a minute, sit on your ass and get down with it, I'll explain the procedure, I'm the master, I'm the teacher, You're the student, not the preacher, Just sit tight and lemme s'plain how it works on this plain, HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA...PEEEAAAACCCEEEE...”

(a random 20ies & 50ies musical medley...)

“Insert here—SNAP CRACKLE POP—a simple set of
instructions, following the example of-NEO (The One) and
BF Skinner (Skinner!Skinner!Skinner!)—The truth is out there—
a large scale incident let out a huge fucking monster--
an electromagnetic utopian splice—do not attempt to
control the Spice (MuaaaaaaaaaDIB!)—in this manner
you will stay as fresh and inert as HAL did when
he was alert. The future of the project
is in your hand (IN YOUR HANDS)
On behalf of the DeGroots, Alvar Hanso, U of M, a Live Journal user named Pretty Butt, and all of us
at the Dharma Initiative, SCREW YOU. Namaste
and good luck.”

The record skipped, crackled and continued to spin, but nothing played. Perplexed, Marianna looked at Juliet who just smiled.

“I don't understand.” Marianna said questioningly.

“Of course you don't. You weren't meant to.”

Marianna tilted her head. “I wasn't? Then who was?”

“Nobody.”

“That doesn't make any sense.”

“Exactly.” Juliette rose. “You see, nothing makes sense. Thats the beauty of it. You're absurd, we're absurd, all of us are fuckin' absurd, that's how we were written.”

“Huh?”

“But you have a choice, Marianna.”

“I do?”

“Yes. You can make the madness stop.”

Juliet handed Marianna a quill pen, a bottle of walnut ink and a piece of papyrus.

“Write the end of the story and this will all be over.”

Marianna took the quill in hand and stared at it. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. How was she supposed to write the end of the story? Furthermore, WHAT story?!

Hesitantly, she dipped the quill in the jar of ink and set the blade of the quill to paper.

“What is she doing?” Asked Tom as he entered from the kitchen, his face covered with cookie crumbs.

“She's writing the end.” replied Juliet, smirking as though she were very pleased with herself.

“WHAT? She can't do that! Only Desmond can do that!”

“Desmond's not here. You killed him, remember?”

Tom looked up in the air as if the lost memory of Desmond's murder were stuck to the ceiling. “Oh. Right. Well...she still can't write the end of the story! She doesn't know how it's supposed to end!”

“What does that matter, Tom? It's got to end eventually, doesn't it?”

“Wha—woman, you've lost it!” Tom looked over at Marianna who sat writing out everything they were saying.

“Forgodsake, stop her!” Tom lunged for Marianna, but Richard leaped from the couch and tackled him. The two wrestled on the floor until finally Richard wrested a fork from the table and stabbed Tom in the neck. Tom lay spewing blood and profanity at everyone.

“And now...” Marianna thought as she wrote manically, feeling drunk from the power of being able to control everything everyone was doing, “Desmond will come back from the dead and kill you all. Wait...scratch that...Claire...”

At that very moment, a short blonde woman carrying a baby who was holding a tiny little Uzi burst into the room.

“You're all gonna DIE!” She screamed in an Australian accent. The baby giggled it's agreement and let loose with it's infant sized Uzi.

Richard, Random Person, Benjamin Linus and everyone else except Juliet screamed and ran, only to be pumped full of tiny little bullets that, if you slowed down time and looked closer, had little tiny Dharma octagons etched on the ends of them.

Juliet surveyed the carnage around her and sipped her brandy.

“Interesting. But killing everyone off won't make the ending any better.”

At that, everyone who had been shot, sat up, groaning, mumbling and trying to tourniquet their wounds.

Marianna looked up incredulously. “Then what will?”

Juliet sighed and shook her head. “Stop thinking like a producer! Do something interesting! Reveal something, bring someone popular back from the dead, redeem someone!”

“Oh.” Marianna thought for a moment. “Ok!” She smiled and began writing again.

Suddenly, Juliet's pretty skin fell away, revealing her to be Alvar Hanso. Alvar Hanso sipped his brandy and nodded approvingly. Everyone gasped. The infant giggled.

“Interesting reveal.”

Marianna scribbled some more.

Suddenly, they heard screaming and moments later, a large African man crashed through the ceiling. He stood up altogether too quickly and looked around frantically.

“Where is Yemi!?” He demanded in a thick African accent.

Marianna shrugged. “I dunno. Who's Yemi?”

"He is my brathah! Where is he, take me to him NOW!"

Marianna grinned slyly. “Are you sure he's not...The Black Smoke Monster?”

The African man whose name was Eko looked deliriously puzzled. “What?? No!”

“I think he is.”

The Black Smoke Monster burst through the door, grabbed a screaming, flailing Eko and left, politely bowing to everyone and closing the door on it's way out.

Alvar Hanso blinked at Marianna. “I have to tell you, I'm not entirely sure where this is going.”

Someone knocked on the door.

“I'll get it.” Random Person limped to the door and opened it. Sawyer, Jack, Ana Lucia, Kate, Arzt, Nikki & Paulo, Libby, Bernard, Rose, and several dozen other insignificant people stood at the door, dressed in the weaved garb of Arrakis Fremen. All except Ana, Sawyer, Jack and Kate, of course, who wore glimmering black stillsuits in classical desert fashion.

“We're here to see Marianna.” said Sawyer, wrinkling his nose tube.

“Hitchcock's over there. I wouldn't dusturb her.” Random Person said in a random sort of tone.

Marianna stared as everyone crammed into the book club cabin.

Ana Lucia approached her and extended her palm, which held a vial of blue water.

“Hey, didn't I just—“ Marianna started.

“Nope.” Ana interrupted. “You never saw me, I was never here. Have some kool-aid.”

“That's not Kool-aid, you moron!” Yelled someone. “That's the Water of Life!”

Ana just rolled her eyes. “Please get this over with, I hate these people.”

“Marianna,” spoke Alvar Hanso from somewhere within the crowd. “This is not an ending, all you have done is make the plot a little—for heavens sake, get off my foot!—a little more convoluted!”

Marianna put an elbow on the table and tapped her foot, looking at the vial of Water of Life, feeling rather chagrined. She sighed. “Ah, screw it.”

With that, she unscrewed the cap from The Water of Life and drank it in one sip. She smacked her lips.

“Mm, blueberry flavored!”

Everyone waited.

It occurred to Marianna that she did not feel particularly enlightened.

Paulo picked his nose. “I don't mean to state the obvious, but I don't see anything extraordinary happening.”

Suddenly, the heavens rumbled. The roof lifted off of the cabin and rocks fell, crushing everyone in the room except Marianna to death.

Marianna rose from the table and surveyed the bloody mangled horror that used to be the book club. Suddenly, the surreal golden glow that surrounded her extended, forming a protective, enlightening bubble around her body. Marianna lifted her eyes to the heavens, staring into the black, star spackled void of space and spread her arms. Everything suddenly became clear to her. She had a waking vision of everything that would be, could be and had been. She dreamed of her mother, her father, her mother's mother and her father's father, and of all the ancestors and tribes that made up her distinctive heritage. For a moment, the collective consciousness of her female ancestors overwhelmed her, but her inner-self strengthened her with a perspective correcting bitch-slap, and she awoke with a startled, sweaty gasp from the vision, her minds-eye now as clear as her actual eye.

“If I have the power to control the worm...” Marianna thought to herself, “I have the power to control the spice. And whoever controls the spice...controls the WORLD.”

Marianna opened her eyes. She felt breathless from the power and knowledge that surged through he body. "I know how it will end!" She smiled.

Marianna closed her eyes, focused very hard and in a shocking, spontaneous poof of dust, ceased to exist!

THE END

(END CREDITS ROLL; Fast Rock/Pop music starts to play)

I wanna be your driver, I wanna be your driver
I would love to ride you, I would love to ride you around
I wanna be your writer, I wanna be your writer
I would love write you, I would love to write you a-aaround

LYRIC CREDITS (in order of appearance):
Inside Out/The Information - Beck
The Information/The Information - Beck
End Credit Lyrics based on "I Want To Be Your Driver" by Chuck Berry (though the version I'm thinking of is Shivaree's awesome cover)

SGA, BSG, LOST

2008-07-24T00:27:50Z

[3]SGA lantis_lims alternates
[6]BSG
[17]LOST (Jack & Ana Lucia) (some for mrod_challenge & iconstant)
[5] Assorted collages

A very boring post today...but I bring you something new, collages! Generally I don't see the point in collages but my mum's been bugging me to make something other than "fairy posters".

The posters are for sharing...all of them may be saved and played with except for the Stargate/Lost poster.

Enjoy! :)

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I wanted to get a painted look on the composition without using any of PS's filters. It's kind of weird...but I like how it turned out. :D

Lyrics from a poem I wrote.

A bit of fun with Ba'al and a texture I found funny. :P

Last but not least, a poster I made a very long time ago when I was writing my Lost/Stargate crossover epic Final Destination. The fic was started two years ago and today is several chapters from completion...which says something about my attention span, I suppose.

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Volver, Lost, SGA, Dark Angel & Voyager

2008-07-11T03:21:42Z

[13] VOLVER
[3]LOST for iconstant
[7]STARGATE ATLANTIS for lantis_lims
[6]DARK ANGEL
[5]STAR TREK VOYAGER

Have you ever woken up one morning ad just hated everything? This post is like that, LOL. A lot of the old and bit of the new. Two iconstant alternates, a couple from lantis_lims and my new favorite movie, Volver. Penelope pwns everything, y'hear?

Your comments complete me. Enjoy, with tidings from the Wonderland. *hugs*

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Gravity Eyecons

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Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes. Turn and face the strange.

LOST Homage

LOST, Fringe, Legend Of The Seeker, Dollhouse

Coloring Tutorial

Lost & SG1

Top 5 Lost Scenes: Prt 2 & 3

Picspam: Top 5 Lost Scenes - Prt 1

Iconers Block

Dollhouse, SG1, Lost & some fake movies

Lost, Life, PD, SG, BSG, M-Rod, Foxy

Favorite Character(s) 4 Picspammy

SG1 LIMS R2 Sign ups!

Lost, Trek, Sanctuary + Fringe

Lost, Life, Sanctuary.

FanFic: My Face Is On This Side Of The Box

SG1, Heroes, Lost, Stock & a girl in a movie about rabid dogs

The Big Damn Interest Post

LOST, Stargate, Voyager, Singin' In the Rain

Icon Crit Meme + Interests upcoming

Harry Potter Charity Auction

X Files, Dark Angel, Lost, Firefly, Musicians

Fanfic - Lost - Kodachrome

SGA, BSG, LOST

Volver, Lost, SGA, Dark Angel & Voyager

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