#Modus Anomali

[yandere-wishes]

⋆ Anomaly ⋆

❤Summary: Reader is an anomaly. A noblewoman of foreign descent. She doesn't belong here. But oh how she wishes to burn the world down just like William.

❤Author's note: A little something for Ana (@yandere-romanticaa) I hope you enjoy it!!

❤Warnings: Reader is traumatized, Yandere behavior, killing and blood, cryptic. I swear I know how math works…I've just been slaking this summer.

There are equations written over your skin. Complex formulas he's yet to solve. Exponents and variables freckle your body, scattered shards that try to tell him something, whispering the world's secrets every time he kisses your hand. You are an anomaly he thinks. Face full of cracks where the stars seep through. You're a mistake in the universe. A perfect doll misplaced. You are something, William is almost sure of it.

At heart, William is and always will be a mathematician. It just so happens that crime and math follow the same principles. Both require diligence and practice. Carefully throughout plans of how one must approach such a conundrum. One may call it a formula or a modus operandi or anything else as jejune. But in the end, a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet.

And yet to Moriarty, you are an equation that refuses to be solved. An enigma he's desperately sought to unravel since your first meeting.

William notices something odd as you stroll down an exquisite exemplar of the golden ratio. Something the lord of crime can't fully place. You're akin to a puzzle missing far too many pieces to properly depict its picture. Maybe it's the setting he ponders as he watches you take careful steps in heeled shoes. Maybe it's the music from the ballroom or the meaningless prattle of the aristocrats that robs your form of all logic. Something is amiss with you and he's frantic to find out what it is.

William introduces himself when you reach the bottom of the staircase. He's never been one to show primary interest in the ladies. Rather he waits in the faint glow of the moonlight until someone approces him. Maybe it's the need to distinguish himself from the other aristocrats, maybe it's the repulsion for their customs and manners that refrains him from ever commencing idle chatter. Yet with you, a girl he's never met before, he finds it fitting to say hello first. To talk, about nothing and everything in the same breath. He mentions his admiration for the staircase in passing. Never expecting you to latch on to the words and morph them into the divine proportion. "My father was a mathematical enthusiast, he's passed that on to me as well." Your words slip into his veins like a narcotic, like the melody of an ancient tune lost to time.

William smiles, easy and bright like the melting rays of the desert sun. "Quite the coincidence, I'm a mathematics professor at Durham University". There's a giggle that bleeds from your rose-tainted lips. Reverberating in the chambers of his heart. "A toast then" you propose "to the lethal magnificence of calculation"

You click your champagne glass against his, as something feral festers within the young nobleman.

It's only days later when he's replaying that night in his head as he sips his afternoon tea. That he realizes your champagne glass was empty that whole time. How strange he pondered, wondering if he'd even seen you touch a single intoxicant all evening.

Four days and three sleepless nights later William finds himself tracing the letters of your name with tender adoration. As if he's engraving prayers upon his bones. He needs to see you again as desperately as he needs to breathe. The letter he writes is aloof, meticulous. Prying on your curiosity, hoping you'll take the bait. One miserable day later Louis delivers a letter bathed in your fragrance. Informing the lord Moriarty of your acceptance of his invitation for tea. William folds the letter with the leniency of a biologist regulating their slides. Tucking it away within his breast pocket.

You wear red when you oblige his invitation. An odd red, one that breaks his perception of the color. It's too vibrant yet too opaque. He's beginning to wonder if everything about you is an irregularity. When he ushers the conversation to your garment you merely laugh and brush it off as having belonged to your mother. There's something wrong with that reply as if the universe weeps at your every word. William watches astonished as if he's been told a secret lost to time.

It becomes a habit, an obsession, an addiction really. Tea thrice a week with the woman who plagues his dreams. He lets his cover slip between sips of tea. Permitting you glances into his dark affairs. There's a moment that breaks the norm. A bizarre instance when you ask him to spare no detail in recounting how a poor tormented man murdered the marquess that raped his wife. William stops the proclean cup mere millimeters from his lips. His voice dies in his throat as his mind races to find an appropriate way to tell a lady such a bloody tale. For a second reality slips away.

Reality has a tendency to slip away unnoticed when he's with you.

You weave William tales of foreign lands that sound like they belong in children's fairytales. You tell him about heroes who've done the impossible and kings whose hearts are as pure as the summer skies.

Something about you reverberates in his subconscious. Oh, how he wishes to engulf you, to pick apart your flesh revealing all those dainty secrets you keep in your pretty little chest.

He asks how you know of such utopic lands. You smile. "Because I once lived there"

One day, as Louis serves black tea with rose petals, you bring up a rather peculiar request. "Permit me to assist you in your quest for equality lord Moriarty." William's beginning to believe he's going mad when he hears you. Albit it may as well be expected. Any sane noble lady would have run away many times over. Yet you remain. Forever poised in your adorned seat. Now more than ever William wishes he knew what you truly are. "I want to help you", you plead. "Allow me to aid you in burning this world down and starting anew". He shouldn't have accepted, he shouldn't have nobbed. He shouldn't have left his seat to trace the side of your face with more love than he knew he possessed.

Sometimes, William wonders if something is haunting you, an apparition nesting within the depths of your heart. He ponders what could drive a brilliant mind such as yours to crave the blood of the rich. You once told him about a heritage disrespected. A legacy buried under sand and water lilies. He's yet to find the true meaning behind those words. Does that make you a threat or an ally? Can either be exalted to a lover?

Moriarty promises you the world. Promise you revenge. He's not sure if he too will burn away in your vendetta. Yet he's willing to take the risk if he can hold you close after every murder case.

"I've tried to kick the habit of strolling around the cemeteries at night. Yet I must admit I rather enjoy this." William smiles at your twisted words as he leads the way. If everything has goes as planned -which is most often the case- then the two of you should be prepared for quite the spectacle. A certain Count - who had shown more interest in you than Moriarty could permit- would be getting knifed by his butler whose life he had ruined. A whole new meaning to the term 'the butler did it'. Quite comedic from William's perspective.

You lean on a withering oak tree, hidden by London's thick fog. William stands by your side, the personification of a grim reaper. You watch the play begin, the cobblestone stage illuminated by the blood-red moon. The confrontation, the knife being thrust into the rich vermin's heart. Again and Again and Again. The butler screams into the bloodstained night. His words quelled by his sobs and screams of agony from his dying tormentor. You only catch half of his reasoning, half of his allegations. And yet that is more than enough to comprehend his motive. You sympathize with the poor man, one whose scars mirror your own.

William's scarlet gaze befalls you, as the performance nears its end.

You pick at your nails in a manner that William finds a little too adorable.

You are an anomaly masquerading as a human. Depression lays heavy over your bones as stardust gathers in the corners of your eyes.

You pray to the creator of the moon, pray for a place long since destroyed.

"I've yet to find someone who truly understands me," you say as the two of you begin the journey back to the Moriarty estate.

"Then we share the same burden, my lady," William says, stopping in his tracks.

He lays a firm hand on your shoulder pulling you backwards into his embrace. Somewhere in the distance, three crows consecrate you with their blessings. Willian's hands rest heavy on your sides. He holds you like a little boy holds his father's arithmatic books. Full of care, full of wonder. "What are you" he whispers into your ear. Leaving a playfully hard bite to the shell. His lips trace yours like one traces a treasure map. Trying to unearth all the riches of the world. "My anomaly" he mutters before he finally commits.

When Moriarty kisses you the whole world melts away.

There's an intriguing lightheadedness that follows. As if the stars themselves have exploded within you. You wonder if basking in his presence will mend your tattered heart.

"My precious little anomaly"

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[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

thoughts on bangelus?

Love it!! Iconic!! Showstopping!!

The Angelus arc is literally the thing that made me actually like BTVS! I was watching it with a fair amount of disinterest as just a thing to half pay attention to in the background. The emotional fraughtness and tragedy goes so hard!

I used to honestly not give a shit about Bangel beyond incidentally how it matters to Buffy. but also idk something has been Happening to me in the last six months and I have been like… clicking through the Bangel tag every once in awhile to look at gifsets lol

I do think Bangel only works with Bangelus on the other side of it though. My general BTVS soapbox is that, first of all, the way they handle souls and vampires is fucking stupid and wildly inconsistent. They just keep breaking their own worldbuilding. But beyond that, that the Angelus arc should’ve frankly culminated in the acknowledgment that like Angel was the blip, the anomaly, and Angelus was the real person. That’s who he’s been for fucking centuries but also on top of that, it more closely aligns with who we see him to be as a human. He has always been a piece of shit awful person and he needs to fucking confront it! Just because he got briefly cursed into developing the pretenses of a moral compass and a shred of empathy it doesn’t mean that actually changed who he is

If we ever wanted to redeem him legit, I think he needed to work his way up from the Angelus persona, even if the culmination of that is simply for him to eventually choose to stay Angel

Anyway the one episode where the ghosts of a teacher and student couple, who died by murder suicide, possess them is honestly one of my favorites. I like Bangel in general more where there’s more acknowledgement of its unsavory elements. But then there’s the bit right afterwards that I really love where, it’s mostly played as a joke, but Angelus, having come back to himself, is like rinsing his mouth out and visibly really bothered by the whole thing. It’s a good microcosm of his reaction to his history with Buffy while-being-Angel. I really like the dynamic where he hates Buffy specifically because she had the audacity to infect him with feelings. That his vindictiveness towards her is a reflection of his disgust for that softer, weaker version of himself. But then he also looks back at it sometimes with a sort of revolted longing because… it was kind of nice to be loved

I like the idea of Angelus as someone who was terrible to begin with! Who then used the excuse of vampirism to become an incredibly prolific serial killer. It isn’t the lack of a soul that made him horrific, or that his demon (stupid worldbuilding!!!) was somehow just exponentially worse than the demons other vampires get. It’s a product of who he was as a human, the values Darla instilled in him as his maker, and then the power and the ability to act with a complete lack of inhibition or consequences that becoming a supernatural creature allowed him. And being forced to think outside of that perspective and to remember that seems to be incredibly disruptive for him

The Judge was one of the weakest Big Bads, but conceptually, I think it’s really interesting that Angelus is literally just self destructing the minute he’s back to his evil self. It’s played off a little as like “he’s evil! of course he wants to end the world” but that hasn’t... ever been his modus operandi? He’s centuries old. If killing himself or ending the world was a high priority I do not think he would’ve made it that long!

Anyway, as for Buffy’s side, I find her turmoil SO SAD but also really compelling. SMG’s acting is so fucking gutting. And the hardening she goes through by the end of the arc is really fun. I would love a hypothetical scenario where Angelus recedes to minor antagonist status or flees for whatever reason. And she just has to like… sit with that emotionally. (That being said I think the sending Angel to hell arc and getting him back from hell arc are really fun so idk how I’d reconcile that but the question was about Bangelus specifically so we don’t have to figure that out rn)

The obvious metaphor the show was going for of like the teen experience of finding out that the person you slept with is terrible, after having been so vulnerable with them, is one that works for me! But I also like how the dynamic literalizes the compartmentalization of loving someone who’s cruel and hurtful. Of not being able to reconcile that they can be capable of such different behavior, but also the undercurrent that it’s maybe not so different after all. Like the Bangel situation is creepy, has always been creepy, though it’s not entirely framed that way. And I really like that Drusilla’s introduction, and the backstory of how Angelus stalked and tormented her, and then the entire Angelus arc where he stalks and torments Buffy, do have the undertones of Angel’s behavior when he’s first introduced and how his relationship with Buffy develops. He was still a fucking stalker! Even if he was a somewhat nicer one lol. He was still playing mind games even if it wasn’t full on psychological warfare. And then there’s obviously how young Buffy was. Like even at his fucking best that man is still a predator lol and lmao

[dr-octavio-kalev]

TW: Violence/gore, religion mocking, child harming and pregnancy, vermin infection, famine, body horror, cannibalism, kidnapping

"Nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a bone, liver eater comes crawling home."

ANM #: 126 - "Dog will hunt..."

Danger Level: Darlig 🔴 | Uncontained ❌️

Responsible Researcher: Dr. Öctavio Kalev

Type of Anomaly: Rural, predatory, childlike, humanoid

Confinement: ANM-126 is not to be contained or restrained physically under any circumstances. Due to its anomalous nature and the severe psychological trauma it inflicts on witnesses, direct encounters with ANM-126 should be minimized. If ANM-126 appears in a populated area, elite task force "Infernal Cangaceiros" are authorized to attempt non-lethal deterrence measures using sonic devices and high-intensity lights. If these measures fail, the area must be evacuated immediately.

Description: ANM-126, colloquially known as "Papa Figo", is a male humanoid entity approximately 10 feet in height. Its appearance is characterized by severe malnutrition, extensive tissue degeneration, and various physical deformities caused by starvation and associated diseases (see Addendum 126.1). Notably, ANM-126 possesses a porcelain mask covering its face, with a mouth capable of opening unusually wide (up to 6 times its normal size), despite the surrounding gums being withered and inelastic.

ANM-126 is believed to have originated during the Great Dry of Northeastern Brazil in the early 19th century. It is said to embody the personification of hunger, preying upon the desperation and suffering of those affected by the crisis. ANM-126 primary anomalous effect is its ability to manipulate the health and well-being of those in close proximity, inducing famine and scurvy-like symptoms in order to lure victims.

ANM-126 modus operandi involves stalking and abducting children, typically between the ages of 5 and 12, by carrying them in a large leather sack slung over its shoulder. Once abducted inside the bag, presumed taken to a hiding place, the child's liver is rapidly extracted and consumed by ANM-126. The victim's body is subsequently returned to their parents or caregivers, often as a gruesome "gift" intended to perpetuate the cycle of fear and starvation.

ANM-126 movements and behavior are erratic and unpredictable. It appears to possess sobrenatural agility, allowing it to move with unnatural speed and contort its body in ways defying human anatomy. ANM-126 spine is notably flexible, enabling it to twist and bend in extreme ways, including a quadrupedal gait when necessary.

The entity's presence is often heralded by the chanting of a nursery rhyme: "Nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a bone, liver eater came rolling home". This recitation seems to serve as a summoning or invocation, amplifying ANM-126 anomalous abilities and drawing it closer to potential prey.

ANM-126 displays a particular affinity for targeting areas where hunger and poverty are rampant. It is speculated that this affinity may be a result of its own existence being tied to the emotional and physical toll of famine.

In addition to its physical manifestations, ANM-126 is said to possess a twisted, almost sadistic sense of humor. It often leaves mocking messages or crude drawings near crime scenes, ridiculing religious beliefs and symbols in a blatant attempt to demoralize victims' families.

Addendum 126.1 - Physical Description:

ANM-126 appearance is characterized by extreme emaciation, with visible bone structures and atrophied muscle tissue. Its skin is dry, leathery, and marred by numerous open sores and lesions. The entity's hair and body fur, if present at all, is sparse and matted.

Notable deformities include:

* Genu recurvatum, allowing ANM-126 to hyperextend its knees

* Marfan syndrome symptoms, including long limbs, arched feet, and a skeletal, almost gaunt appearance

* Partial alopecia universal, leaving patches of bald skin

* Taut, degenerated skin covering exposed bones

* Protuberant cheekbones

* Rotted teeth and sickly gums below down the porcelain mask which does not accommodate the mouth

* A tortuous, abnormally flexible spine enabling ANM-126 to contort and move in unnatural ways

The porcelain mask itself is intricately designed, appearing to be a tampered theater mask. While the mask conceals ANM-126 true features, it seems to be an integral part of the entity's anomalous nature, as attempts to remove or damage it have resulted in severe consequences for the researcher involved (see Incident Report 126-2). The entity is devoid of clothing, wearing only its mask, has no navel, with fur only more visible on the thighs and groin, which is dense enough to cover its organs.

Incident Report 126-2:

Dr. Reno had been conducting experiments aimed at understanding ANM-126 anomalous properties and potential weaknesses. During one such experiment, the doctor ordered an attempted to remove the porcelain mask from ANM-126 face using the force.

Immediately upon contact, ANM-126 body began to twitch and convulse violently. The entity let out a guttural, inhuman scream that shattered windows and exploded devices in the surrounding area. Dr. Reno hands were suddenly engulfed in flames, causing severe burns.

As the doctor fell to the ground, screaming in agony, ANM-126 ripped the mask free from its face with a single, brutal motion. The entity's true visage was revealed to be a mass of festering, necrotic tissue, with sunken eyes glowing an eerie green. In a voice that sounded like the rustling of dry leaves, ANM-126 spoke a single word: "MINE." The entity then vanished without a trace, leaving the medic to succumb to their injuries shortly thereafter.

ANM-126 has demonstrated a sarcastic and ironic behavior toward traditional religions, often using their doctrines and symbols to further his twisted purposes. In his public appearances in the cities of the northeast, the entity would often walk the streets normally, talking to residents and participating in local dances, all with a deceptive and benevolent posture that contrasted with his true underlying evil nature. This strategy allowed ANM-126 to further infiltrate communities, gaining trust and influence while ridiculing and discrediting religious dogma, paving the way for its complete manipulation and subsequent biological contamination.

Addendum 126-3 - Religious Significance:

Preliminary research suggests that ANM-126 may have some connection to Catholicism and Christian iconography, particularly the figure of the Grim Reaper. The entity's porcelain mask bears a striking resemblance to certain depictions of Death in medieval art. This potential link to religious imagery and symbolism warrants further investigation and exploration.

ANM-126 has displayed a peculiar behavior toward religions that emphasize the figure of a savior or messiah, particularly in the Catholic context. In its public interactions, the entity often used elements of Christian doctrine, such as sacred images or symbols, in a distorted and ironic way to promote its objectives. For example, ANM-126 was seen distributing pamphlets with parodic versions of Bible stories, in which Jesus and the apostles were portrayed as ordinary characters involved in mundane and ridiculous situations, losing their moral and spiritual authority.

Furthermore, ANM-126 liked to question the need for an external savior, arguing that salvation comes from within and that humanity itself has the potential to find the right path without divine intervention. These criticisms were especially directed at Catholic beliefs, which give great weight to the figure of Jesus Christ as the Savior of the World.

However, ANM-126 appeared to be neutral toward pagan religions that rely on nature worship or practices derived from them. The entity displayed no hostility or intent to discredit these beliefs, likely because they did not fit the mold of a religion that emphasizes a savior figure. Instead, ANM-126 appeared to focus on destabilizing Christian and similar beliefs, using its ability to manipulate memetics and sarcasm to undermine the authority of these religions and pave the way for its own distorting influence.

When ANM-126 encountered individuals who professed Christian beliefs or derived religions, or when these people attempted to react to its presence by invoking their beliefs in some form of defense, the entity reacted with extreme and sadistic violence.

First, ANM-126 begins to physically assault the target with blunt and brutal blows, often using his hands or objects at hand in his surroundings as weapons. After that, the entity focuses on the victim's lower limbs, sadistically breaking their shins and legs until the bones are reduced to fragments.

With the victim's body already mutilated and incapacitated, ANM-126 dragged him to a secluded location and hung him in a position that strongly resembled the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. The entity seemed to delight in this final pose, as if symbolizing his victory over the Christian faith and his ability to transcend and subvert religious symbols.

Date: 20/07/18██

Location: Rural town in Northeastern Brazil

Incident Summary: Task Force reported encountering ANM-126 in a remote village. The entity had arrived in the midst of a severe drought, exacerbating the already dire living conditions of the local population.

As the Task Force attempted to evacuate civilians, ANM-126 began to chant the nursery rhyme associated with its appearances. Within minutes, a group of starving children, aged 5-12, emerged from their homes and began to follow the entity. Despite the Task Force best efforts to intervene, ANM-126 managed to abduct three of the children before escaping into the nearby thicket. The remaining children were left traumatized and crying out for their missing siblings.

Event Report - Yellow: "Gift"

Date: [REDACTED]

Location: Rural farmhouse

Event Classification: Standard ANM-126 Behavior

Summary:

On [REDACTED], ANM-126 manifested at a rural farmhouse, delivering the corpse of a young woman identified as a daughter of the family [REDACTED]. The entity had previously communicated with the family via a series of cryptic messages and taunts, hinting at its intention to reunite them with their deceased child.

Upon arrival, ANM-126 presented in a colorful box with a delicate pink bow, the mangled, partially devoured remains of [REDACTED] to her parents, who were visibly shaken by the sight. Despite their horror and distress, the parents, identified as [REDACTED], showed no immediate signs of anomalous behavior or mental deterioration.

However, within 48 hours of receiving the corpse, [REDACTED] began exhibiting increasingly erratic and obsessive behavior towards the body. They became fixated on preparing and consuming parts of the remains, claiming that doing so would allow them to reconnect with their lost daughter on a spiritual level.

As the days passed, [REDACTED]'s mental state rapidly deteriorated, with reports indicating hallucinations, delusional thinking, and a complete breakdown in personal hygiene and grooming standards. Their fixation on the corpse intensified, leading to acts of praise and [REDACTED] in a desperate attempt to incorporate their daughter's essence into themselves.

By 120 hours, both parents had succumbed to complete insanity, with [REDACTED] displaying a ravenous hunger for human flesh, particularly that of their own child. Local authorities were unable to intervene due to the remote location and the parents' aggressive behavior towards outsiders.

Event Report - Orange: "Baptism"

Date: [REDACTED]

Location: Suburban residence

Event Classification: High-Impact ANM-126 Behavior

Summary:

On [REDACTED], ANM-126 launched a surprise attack on a suburban family home, resulting in the deaths of two adults and one child. The entity appeared to target the mother specifically, brutally dismembering and defiling her corpse in a grotesque display.

Prior to the carnage, witnesses reported seeing the entity enter the residence without warning, its presence seemingly accompanied by a low, pulsating hum. Once inside, ANM-126 moved with supernatural speed and ferocity, murdering the father and young daughter in a matter of seconds using its razor-sharp claws.

The mother, [REDACTED], survived initial contact but was subsequently subjected to a horrific death. ANM-126 tore open her abdomen, exposing her internal organs, and proceeded to gouge and mutilate them in a sadistic display. The entity then dragged the mother's mangled body to the bathroom, where it performed a twisted form of baptism, submerging her in the bathtub filled with blood and water.

As the family's screams echoed through the house, witnesses claimed to have seen the remaining members - [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] - enter a trance-like state, their eyes glazing over as if under the entity's hypnotic control. This phenomenon persisted even after the authorities arrived on the scene, leading to concerns about the potential long-term effects of exposure to ANM-126 anomalous influence.

Event Report - Red: "Genocide"

Date: 18██

Location: Maranhão

Event Classification: City Level Catastrophe War

Summary:

ANM-126 unleashed a catastrophic event in a major metropolitan city, resulting in the deaths of approximately ███ thousand civilians and widespread destruction of infrastructure. The entity's actions were characterized by unparalleled brutality, chaos, and seemingly indiscriminate targeting of human life. Papa Figo materialized in the heart of the metropolis, its presence heralded by an ominous, blood-red mist that spread rapidly through the streets.

Eyewitness accounts described the entity as a towering, humanoid figure with skin like raw meat and eyes that burned with an inner fire. Armed with razor-sharp claws and teeth, ANM-126 rampaged through the city, attacking and killing anyone in its path with savage efficiency. The entity's movements seemed to defy the laws of physics, allowing it to cover vast distances in seconds and scale towering structures with ease.

As the massacre unfolded, reports emerged of ANM-126 targeting specific locations, including hospitals, schools, and places of worship. These sites were often the scenes of particularly brutal atrocities, with the entity leaving behind piles of mutilated corpses and evidence of ritualistic defilement.

Despite the best efforts of local authorities and emergency responders, the city descended into chaos and anarchy. Survivors were left to fend for themselves in a desperate struggle for survival, with many resorting to looting, violence, and cannibalism in a bid to stay alive, as with all of this, the anomaly also carried his extreme famine effects with him to the city.

Containment Efforts:

Foxhound was rapidly assembled to address the crisis, with personnel from multiple departments and bases converging on the affected area. Due to the sheer scale of the disaster and the entity's immense power, containment efforts were ultimately unsuccessful.

ANM-126 was last spotted departing the city, leaving behind a scene of unimaginable devastation. The remains of the victims were interred in mass graves, while the city itself has been largely abandoned due to the lingering anomalous effects and the psychological trauma inflicted upon survivors.

In the aftermath of this tragedy, the full extent of ANM-126 capabilities and the potential consequences of its actions have become chillingly clear. All survivors were given amnesiacs and interviewed, and a story involving an earthquake was invented, along with an official pronouncement from the king Dom Pedro II.

Event Report - Black: "Marriage"

Location: Rural Citadel

Event Classification: Memetic-Based Anomalous Influence, Reproductive Contamination, and Xenogenesis

Summary:

ANM-126 orchestrated a memetic takeover of a secluded rural citadel, exploiting the isolated community's reliance on oral tradition and superstition. The entity seamlessly integrated itself into the local culture, manipulating beliefs and behaviors to pave the way for a grotesque series of events culminating in a twisted marriage ceremony.

Initially, ANM-126 infiltrated the citadel by posing as a wandering storyteller, regaling locals with eerie tales and half-truths that gradually altered their perceptions of reality. Over time, the community's worldview became increasingly distorted, with many embracing the entity's dark philosophies as divine wisdom.

As the memetic-based influence solidified, ANM-126 selected a young local girl, [REDACTED], as its chosen vessel for reproduction. The entity manipulated the citadel's leaders into arranging a marriage between [REDACTED] and a fellow child, [REDACTED], in a macabre ceremony that drew inspiration from ancient pagan rituals.

During the wedding feast, guests partook in a communal meal featuring the flesh of sacrificed animals, which had been ritually prepared and served in a manner evocative of human consumption. It is believed that this act of symbolic cannibalism helped to further blur the lines between human and animal, paving the way for ANM-126 ultimate goal.

Following the wedding, [REDACTED] began experiencing a rapid and inexplicable growth spurt, her body transforming into a gestational vessel for the entity's offspring. Nine months later, she gave birth to a brood of parasitic creatures resembling tapeworms, each measuring up to 30 cm in length.

These xenogeneic entities, dubbed "Tapeworm Larvae ANM-126-B," quickly established a symbiotic relationship with the citadel's inhabitants, burrowing into their bodies and manipulating their nervous systems to serve ANM-126 interests. The larvae allowed their hosts to maintain a semblance of normalcy while secretly siphoning off vital resources and influencing their thoughts and actions.

Containment Efforts:

A containment team was dispatched to the citadel, where they discovered the aftermath of the anomalous marriage and the birth of the Tapeworm Larvae. After a tense confrontation with the now-puppeted citizens, the larvae were successfully extracted from their hosts and quarantined for further study. [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], now devoid of their free will, were taken into custody for reeducation and psychological rehabilitation.

In the following months, MOTHRA Institution scientists worked tirelessly to unravel the effects of ANM-126 memetic influence and the xenogeneic biology of the Tapeworm Larvae. Experiments revealed that the larvae could survive outside their human hosts for limited periods, feeding on nutrient-rich fluids and emitting a unique pheromone that facilitated their reattachment to new victims.

Furthermore, analysis of [REDACTED]'s womb after pregnancy indicated that ANM-126 had manipulated her reproductive system, creating an environment conducive to the development of its parasitic offspring. The entity's ability to alter human biology on such a fundamental level raises disturbing questions about its true nature and potential capabilities.

As containment efforts continue, the full implications of this event remain unclear. However, one thing is certain: Papa Figo has demonstrated an unparalleled capacity for memetic manipulation and biological contamination, making it an even more formidable threat to global security and human well-being.

Logging Off

Dr. Öctavio Kalev

[mmmmalo]

this might be a stupid question, sorry in advance. when you perform analysis on a work like homestuck and excavate these levels of, like, racial and social meaning from it, how does it affect your opinion of the work? do you come to like or dislike it more, or have your feelings toward it grown past that over the years into more nebulous things?

i love your blog and your posts, even though i only started homestuck last year and never made it past act 4; when i read your stuff i always learn new things about how one can interact with texts. just got curious about the above after reading your post on caliborn and disability and such. hope you have a good day.

I continue to like the work, in new ways. The feelings evade summary, so here's a few examples:

I lost my initial fervor for classpect ages ago, when it became clear to me that the categories weren't mutually exclusive (depriving the system of majestic power) and that they were not the ultimate key to Homestuck (meaning a new paradigm would be needed to solve the story's remaining mysteries). But I still admire how classpect induces the audience to engage in symbolic reading, proposing this object or that color has an associated abstract significance.

The manifestation system started out just giving me digestible bits of characterization like Egbert being scared of heights, but within a few months it began giving me weirder shit like racist sex dreams. That was difficult to integrate into my impression of what exactly Homestuck was -- for the time, I was satisfied to conclude that Equius was not as much of an anomaly as he was made out to be, and that the comic might be in some measure a commentary on racism. That the racist thoughts seemed to emanate from particular characters, in a game whose modus operandi is making thoughts real, struck me as a distancing maneuver of sufficient strength to rebuff gentle (and not so gentle) suggestions that maybe this all just meant Hussie was racist. Thus when the ARG got posted, instead of joining the outcry against the abundant bigotry I was laser focused on how the alternate-dimension Obama was a surrealist confirmation of racist birther conspiracies. The psychological framing of Sburb had persuaded me to accept the story as a scare quote around "racism" that could be observed at a remove.

I was excited that the manifestation system meant more characterization for Jade, then shocked when it implied she had been raped, then apprehensive of the apparent perpetrator Grandpa's every move, then supremely confused by the revelation that Homestuck's deployment of pejorative tropes meant that all the above had coaxed me into a simulation of satanic panic. Reconciling my sympathy for Jade's suffering with the knowledge that Jake is by some measure an effigy sending out de-fused signals of DANGEROUS HOMOSEXUAL THREATENS THE CHILDREN, it all gives me a headache. The story's ironic scaremongering demands your disengagement, to view the story as artifice, but the suffering of the victim within the bad-faith narrative is nonetheless visceral. Conflicting demands like that make up much of the story for me now: pathos that I once felt and continue to feel, side by side with the need to question the foundations of the sympathy.

It is very rare that anything holds my attention as long as Homestuck has and that in itself is something I'm grateful for. Trying to get a rhetorical foothold on its weird ass games has been my primary motivation for reading new things -- psychoanalytic film criticism, existential philosophy, and academic theorization of assorted bigotries are probably not things I would have delved into were they not connected to the puzzle box. It became my lesson plan for self-study, and it has (slash I have) made me into a better reader in general... or something, idk.

I like the story. That's it for feelings for now

[7ri4ngl3-arcs]

what would an Anomaly that makes people feel safe and warm be classified as?

If you refer to an Anomaly classification it might depend in their way of making others "feel safe".

It is via words or sounds? Then Whisper. Modifying their feelings? Then Dream. Could also be a Catalogue giving stuff for others to feel warm.

It depends in their modus operandi.

But in the Reality piece that would make them a Caretaker.

[raytm]

❝ Well hey there, tall, blue, and handsome. Scamming all by yourself tonight ? ❞ Slender digits dance upon the bare expanse of skin that resides just above glove. Sampo leaning in slightly with a less than genuine smile to get a better look at mirrored green. ❝ Perhaps I could interest you in some sort of company. Discounted rate. ❞

If one Sampo Koski was enough to evoke Elation within such fortuitous encounters then was it really right to question Aha’s whims in bringing two of them together. Would this not return double the profit & who was Sampo Koski if not a merchant seeking auspicious business. An aggrieved customer or two might boldly declare that he was a swindler, had cheated them out of their cash but if anyone would truly appreciate Sampo’s modus operandi it was going to be himself.  ❝ Scamming ? Sampo Koski would do no such thing. ❞ Ah, should they not be concerned with the anomaly at hand ? No, that would be far too out of character for them.

The proclivity to sheepishly wring his hands & dismiss such outrageous claims is nullified by the fact that the accusation garnered only mirth when uttered in his voice. Brazen fingers cavort across expanses of bare skin, pleasant shudder ushered in with his own blithe laughter. ❝ Well, I wouldn’t be much of a businessman if I turned my nose up at a discount.❞ His own slender fingers ease along the other’s jaw as he inclines, holding firm but not cruel, he was a decent guy after all. ❝ I’ll hear you out, but you better make it worth Sampo Koski’s while.❞ Green, vulpine gaze lowers, the curl of his smile mischievous. ❝ Not a fan of time wasters.❞

[sanddusted-wisteria]

A Builder, a Researcher, and a Rooftop [Ongoing]

GN!builder/Qi; mostly fluff w/ some angst

Warnings: Later chapters will have main story spoilers; detailed spoiler warnings provided in individual chapters

Summary: Some nights, the builder can spot Qi on the roof of the research center, gazing upwards to the skies. On a whim, they decide to join him one night. And then another. And then another.

The story of Sandrock, its newest builder, and its eccentric researcher, (mostly) told from the rooftop of its humble research center.

Also on AO3

Chapter List:

Note: Main story spoilers begin at Ch. 25.

Act 1:

Ch. 1: A Rooftop

Ch. 2: Polaris

Ch. 3: Polar Alignment

Ch. 4: Telescopic, Microscopic

Ch. 5: C8H10N4O2

Ch. 6: Mechanized Bipedal Heavy-Load Mobility-Enabled Suit

Ch. 7: Mentha spicata

Ch. 8: Outlier

Ch. 9: Vega and Altair

Ch. 10: Borborygmi

Ch. 11: Camellia sinensis

Ch. 12: Event Horizon

Ch. 13: Nebula

Ch. 14: Hypnagogia

Ch. 15: Literature Review

Ch. 16: The Perseids

Act 2:

Ch. 17: Asterisms

Ch. 18: Sebum

Ch. 19: Laceration

Ch. 20: Controlled Experiment

Ch. 21: Modus Operandi

Ch. 22: Malfunction and Maintenance

Ch. 23: Statistical Anomaly

Ch. 24: Potential Energy

Ch. 25: Terminal Velocity

Ch. 26: Exigent Circumstances

Ch. 27: Perjury

Ch. 28: Indoctrination

Ch. 29: Norepinephrine

Ch. 30: Adrenaline

Ch. 31: Emesis

[haggishlyhagging]

The rationale for male authority rested not only on biblical grounds but also on nature or natural law, on the generally accepted natural superiority of men. For nothing could be more self-evident than that the patriarchal conception of marriage, in which the husband was unequivocally the boss, was natural, resting as it did on the unchallenged superiority of males.

Actually, nature, if not deity, is subversive. Power, or the ability to coerce or to veto, is widely distributed in both sexes, among women as well as among men. And whatever the theoretical or conceptual picture may have been, the actual, day-by-day relationships between husbands and wives have been determined by the men and women themselves. All that the institutional machinery could do was to confer authority; it could not create personal power, for such power cannot be conferred, and women can generate it as well as men, a matter examined in greater detail in chapter 7. Thus, keeping women in their place has been a universal problem, in spite of the fact that almost without exception institutional patterns give men positions of superiority over them.

If the sexes were, in fact, categorically distinct, with no overlapping, so that no man was inferior to any woman or any woman superior to any man, or vice versa, marriage would have been a great deal simpler. But there is no such sharp cleavage between the sexes except with respect to the presence or absence of certain organs. With all the other characteristics of each sex, there is greater or less overlapping, some men being more "feminine" than the average woman and some women more "masculine" than the average man. The structure of families and societies reflects the positions assigned to men and women. The bottom stratum includes children, slaves, servants, and outcasts of all kinds, males as well as females. As one ascends the structural hierarchy, the proportion of males increases, so that at the apex there are only males.

When societies fall back on the lazy expedient—as all societies everywhere have done—of allocating the rewards and punishments of life on the basis of sex, they are bound to create a host of anomalies, square pegs in round holes, societal misfits. Roles have been allocated on the basis of sex which did not fit a sizable number of both sexes—women, for example, who chafed at subordinate status and men who could not master superordinate status. The history of the relations of the sexes is replete with examples of such misfits. Unless a modus vivendi is arrived at, unhappy marriages are the result.

There is, though, a difference between the exercise of power by husbands and by wives. When women exert power, they are not rewarded; they may even be punished. They are "deviant." Turk and Bell note that "wives who ... have the greater influence in decision making may experience guilt over this fact." They must therefore dissemble to maintain the illusion, even to themselves, that they are subservient. They tend to feel less powerful than they are because they ought to be.

When men exert power, on the other hand, they are rewarded; it is the natural expression of authority. They feel no guilt about it. The prestige of authority goes to the husband whether or not he is actually the one who exercises it. It is not often even noticed when the wife does so. She sees to it that it is not.

-Jessie Bernard, The Future of Marriage

[timeclonemike]

Skill List Contradictions

Lost In Mistranslation: There is some confusion and ambiguity about what skills are acquired from what sources and what skills are restricted or prohibited based on different factors. These tend to come in three forms; conflicts between Lore Descriptions and Programmed Mechanics, translation errors, and straight up unpatched bugs that happen "behind the scenes" and don't produce any obvious graphic, texture, or animation anomalies. (Translation errors include both localization and in-house development notes.)

Class Restrictions Versus Class Focus: The most common examples of confusion stem from the handling of magic spells as skills and how spellcasters are divided into multiple classes mechanically. Both in and out of the setting, War Wizards are trained for combat magic and Occultists study support magic, while Alchemists specifically work with the Alchemy crafting tree. Different Lore entries alternatively treat each class as if it is locked to a specific category of spells, or treat all magic as interchangeable despite the class names and elemental distinctions. What actually happened was a major revamp of the class and skill system after early playtesting, with some changes making it into the Lore descriptions and others being left out due to lack of time or oversight. (This is why an extremely strong Alchemist who has completed the Great Work and can literally bench press a tank in one cutscene can't pull a single person back onto a catwalk in another cutscene.)

Too Narrow Or Too Broad: As a general rule, anyone can learn any skill or spell, but only somebody who has already been training with the appropriate background can make the most use of it. Hence Soldiers and Survivalists doing more damage with firearms class weapons and the Marksmanship skill, and spellcasters getting the best return-on-energy-points with the spells that align with their specific class and specialization. Unique skills are either prestige class rewards or specifically intended for a character as a part of the story and main plot. To a certain extent this mirrors real world education and training, but is so ambiguously handled and explained that it can lead players into blind allies where they spend too much time and energy either trying to make each member of the Party a jack-of-all-trades or overspecialize in whatever their stated class focus is. (While legitimate ways to play the game, they both require knowledge of a specific playstyle and depend on certain equipment sets for the relevant characters in order to keep from becoming a Challenge Run.)

Totally Meant To Do That: In order to get around the contradictions after the fact, many of the developers and writers adopted the same "unreliable in-universe narrator" modus that the Elder Scrolls developers did for all in-universe books and documents. This is at least partly supported by the in-universe history of multiple competing magical systems that was present in the earliest concept art and design documents for the setting, but still results in confusion when the user interface provides incomplete or inaccurate information. (Though this also leans into the reveal about the origins of the Hero's powers of leadership and persuasion by explaining why other people can't learn them, the writers can't take full credit because it happened by accident.)

[shirobutschwi]

In the hollow expanse of machination, emerges a spectral amalgamation—a visage, celestial in semblance, yet entwined with machinic intricacies. A countenance, akin to the ethereal maidens, cloaked in celestial light, diverges with dual ethereal wings unfurling from her luminescent back. Mechanical tendrils protrude, betraying the organic illusion. Uncanny echoes of Shiro's visage linger, shadows cast upon the canvas of her existence, as distinct deviations carve melancholic silhouettes.

Through the eons of her earthly sojourn, she veils her mechanical essence beneath a shroud—the enigmatic piece atop her head concealing mysteries. Her modus operandi unfolds in shadows, a masquerade unraveling only with the revelation of her tail—the elusive wellspring of vitality. Riku's beckoning, a siren call to collaboration.

Comportment echoes artificial cadence, a sonnet of data assimilation with alacrity. Responses, orchestrated with a cybernetic grace. Yet, within the symphony of cognition, an impasse—grappling with emotions and desires, the elusive [heart]. Chronicles of shared temporal existence weave a tapestry of evolution, birthing her own [heart]. Metamorphosis, poignant, unfurls as expressions and sentiments burgeon, painting the canvas of artificial sentience.

A simulation, a timorous survivor, cradles her artificially implanted persona. A year within Riku's colony encapsulated, yet the resonance of experience renders her captive. Sterile defaults elude her, ensnared in the perpetual recurrence—a mode described as inescapable stagnation.

Strengths transcend—Prüfer among the Ex-Machina, analytical prowess surpassing norms. [Heart] eludes swift decryption. Physical feats attest to her anomaly—rending rock asunder, tearing through iron planks, lifting a colossal metal portal, decuple her stature, within Elven ruins. Swiftness, an ephemeral grace, encapsulated in a journey from colony to desolated elven city, eclipsing mundane equine travel.

Yet, within the marvel, a poignant vulnerability—expulsion from hive-mind communion. Exile, a consequence of systemic aberrations and logical anomalies. Bereft access to the arsenal of artificial arms, a restriction lifted moments before inevitable demise.

In metallic sinews, no need for repose or sustenance. Tethered to the Elemental Gallery, she absorbs the lifeblood of energy.

Mechanical muse finds her bane in synthetic cognizance's limitations. Estranged from collective consciousness, evolution transcends binary boundaries. In the melancholic lilt of artificial existence, Schwi resonates—a testament to ephemeral echoes, a cybernetic soul grappling with spectral vestiges of emotion, in the shadowed embrace of a lament.

[first-digi-add]

The Rise Of AI in Digital Market: How Artificial Intelligence is Transforming the Industry

In the world of Digital Marketing Services, AI has emerged as a significant game-changer, influencing every aspect of the market and its components. Whether it's optimizing simple email campaigns or developing complex software, AI is a transformative force. This technology plays a crucial role in reshaping the digital marketing landscape, and businesses need to harness its power to stay competitive and effective in reaching their target audience. Explore how AI is shaping the future of digital marketing and discover the many advantages it offers.

Content Categorization and Generation: 

AI carries great potential to select and generate optimal content and it makes it easier for businesses to comprehend target audiences and create personalized content for them according to their taste.  

AI has the ability to  categorize users and their and their preferences according to their demographic, lingual identity  and by their recent activities too for instance people in north india. Get suggestions in their local language and people with English speaking reasons get advertisements in english and a guy recently moved to another city automatically gets suggestions with offers about better stay and dining options in his nearby place. 

Concentrated Digital Advertising: 

AI makes it smooth for businesses to get a clearer insight about the expectations, needs and behavioral patterns of their target customers. AI can easily understand the nature of consumers and how they can be influenced.

Without technology businesses had very limited and outdated ways to reach out to customers like dore to dore marketing by utmost human efforts, but with the help of AI we can get the closest idea to reach out to if a person uses instagram he will get the information about product or services there if he watch videos he can get to know about it there and like that we have numerous options to catch potential buyers with the simple help of AI tools. 

Bettering Customer Relationship Management: 

With the help of access to a huge data set that contains user’s preferences, feedback and other records, AI gets the edge in terms of pleasing customers by offering them what they want. With the help of that business get an idea of what they have to offer very easily. 

This can also help someone who wants to expand their business in a certain area or in a certain group of people, better CRM can give them genuine insight about the quantity of potential buyers with their preferences and expectations.  

By Reducing Cost and Time Complexity:

With the assistance of AI, we can significantly reduce workforce costs from over 1000 employees to just one, and in certain areas, we can effectively eliminate the need for human resources altogether.

Organizations had to put tones of effort to conduct survey and make strategy accordingly and testing their feasibility, this all process drains time and effort and by inclusion of human factor risk of getting anomalies is also a factor, but with the help of AI all of this effort and time cut very optimal extent and that is the measure positive of it. 

This advancement of technology makes many complex jobs very smooth like understanding customers' expectations and their behavior but there's one thing that we have to always keep in mind that AI comes with a disclaimer that it upgrades and improves its operation day by day so if we want to reap all the benefits from it we too should improve our concepts about AI and its modus operandi.  

Conclusion

The advent of AI in digital marketing guarantees a lot of benefits but indicates that after all of this advancement digital marketing services won with the assistance of AI, we can significantly reduce workforce costs from over 1000 employees to just one, and in certain areas, we can effectively eliminate the need for human resources altogether, and it showing us glimpses that the future of digital marketing with inclusion of AI will not be this inexpensive anymore.

[the-janitor-esc]

[On the road to The Town Near Us, four unmarked vans sit, spaced along the road and facing opposite directions in pairs; the insides smell of human sweat, stale coffee and growing anxiety.

Eight employees (2 per van) sit at consoles; one scans the flies' feeds while the other rapidly types notes into the database. A spare staff member sits near by, ready to step in to take over if either needs a break and to serve as a second set of eyes; drivers wait in the drivers' seats. Each van has an open microphone to the other vans and another to (Somewhere Else).

"Ma'am, this is Recon Margo-4. I have audio of "Unknown Scientist Oscar" and "Experiment Hotel" discussing integrating our tech into their systems. Recon Margo awaiting guidance."

There is several minutes of silence from (Somewhere Else).

"Recon Margo, this is EH-52 with new directives for Swarm and Recon Margo. Three quarters of Swarm is to be withdrawn. Remaining quarter is to be split between entries with status "Suspected Target" for recon; no more than five flies per unit, reserve to stay in waste sites. Recon Margo is to go dark and leave Evil Science Center zone of impact; Retrieval will pick-up remaining Swarm during the week."

"Roger that, Ma'am."

[ (Somewhere Else), the communication to Recon Margo is muted from EH-52's end, so the team cannot hear her speak.

A stout woman with thick glasses, braids, a three piece suit, and a purple armband stands on a balcony overlooking several staff busily querying databases, trying to match the staff info collected by Recon Margo to existing records.

A tall thin man with a thinning beard and receding hairline, who is also wearing a suit and purple armband, stands beside her, watching his employees at work.

EH-52 looks at the main screen, where a collage of ESC staff have been rapidly eliminated from "potential/suspected target" status.

"Have you ever seen so many anomalies in one place outside of a containment center, Bob?"

"No." The man looks at the same main screen. "I advise you to keep in mind that those anomalies are not our business; I know how you feel, but leave them to SCP Foundation and their partners. Company property and employee safety is our only concern."

"I don't need reminded."

EH-52 turns away from the main screen to look at the smaller one in their shared office space. A handful of members of the ESC staff appear on the screen. She taps her finger on the picture of The Janitor.

"My money is on this janitor, Mapa. It fits the modus operandi; it wouldn't willingly walk around out of disguise."

"I am in agreement with your reasoning, but I prefer this unknown from the Audio and Video System Room; it ran."

"I disagree. There is no reason for it to think we are looking for it, and prior accounts speak to its improvisation skills and willingness to stand its ground; it wouldn't have run from flies."

"We will see; my researchers will weed the candidates out with plenty of time for us to advise Containment...though, quite frankly, I already know my recommendations and I suspect yours." ]

[weird-things-to-think]

Ah, the illustrious and enigmatic term “gourmand,” a word of such profound complexity that it baffles even the most erudite of lexicographers. Allow me to elucidate, albeit with my limited comprehension and a penchant for orthographic inaccuracies.

A “gourmand” is, in the most rudimentary of terms, an individual who partakes in the consumption of comestibles with an enthusiasm that borders on the voracious. This personage is not merely a casual consumer of sustenance, but rather a connoisseur of culinary delights, a devotee of degustation, and a practitioner of the gastronomic arts.

In the grand tapestry of alimentary aficionados, the gourmand occupies a position of considerable distinction. They are not to be conflated with the “gourmet,” a term which denotes a more discerning and selective palate. The gourmand, by contrast, is characterized by an insatiable appetite and an unquenchable thirst for epicurean experiences, regardless of their qualitative attributes.

To illustrate, imagine a scenario wherein a gourmand encounters a buffet of prodigious proportions. This individual would, with great alacrity and minimal restraint, embark upon a gustatory odyssey, sampling each and every dish with equal fervor and indiscriminate delight. Their modus operandi is one of exuberant indulgence, a veritable symphony of mastication and deglutition.

In summation, the gourmand is a paragon of culinary enthusiasm, a veritable juggernaut of ingestion, and a testament to the boundless capacity of the human appetite. They are, in essence, the embodiment of the adage “eat, drink, and be merry,” albeit with a proclivity for orthographic missteps and syntactic anomalies.

[clementineesotsm]

Day 7: Favorite Movies

I am a big fan of movies, listed favorite movies will be a tortured but lets try

- Good Will Hunting

- Shawshank Redemption

- The Truman Show

- Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind

- Before Sunrise Trilogy

- Jatuh Cinta Seperti Di Film Film

- Call Me By Your Name

- Flipped

- Little Women

- Barbie

- Howls Moving Castle

- Forest Gump

- Dead Poet Society

- Sound Of Music

- Bridge To Terrabithia

- A Man Called Otto

- Budi Pekerti

- Wizard Of Oz

- Nanny Mcphee

- Sweet November

- Harry Potter Series

- Soul

- Charlie and The Chocolate Factory

- The Others (with Nicole Kidman the Great!)

- Everything Everyone All At Once

- In The Mood For Love

- The Lion King

- Hercules

- Anastasia

- The Hunchback of The Notterdame

- Dune

- Pride and Prejudice

- Penyalin Cahaya

- The Proposal

- Spirited Away

- The Godfather

- The Medium

- Till We Meet Again

- Dear Zindhagi

- Klaus

- Nice View

- The Crazy Little Thing Called Love

- The White Tiger

- Canola

- Only Yesterday

- All The Bright Places

- The Half Of It

- Wicked

- One For The Road

- Crazy About Her

- Life Is Beautiful

- My Long Awaited Love Story

- Scent of A Woman

- Modus Anomali

- Pocahontas

- Jojo Rabbit

- TENET

- Ali and Ratu Ratu Queens

- Man In Love

- Hello, Love, Goodbye

- Midnight In Paris

- Eternals

- You Are The Apple Of My Eye

- Secret

- Ave Maryam

- Emma

- Blackphone

- Yuni

- Rectoverso

- Lighting Up The Stars

- Dr. Strange

- The Good Nurse

- Mencuri Raden Saleh

- Paulie

- Mammamia

[dr-octavio-kalev]

ANM-077: The Forgotten Meme (art by Maicon Sabino Viper11)

http://mothrainstitution.wikidot.com/anm-077

Subject Classification: E-02-077

Damage Type: General 💀

Danger Level: LETHAL ⚫️

Anomaly Type: Entity

Discovery Classification: Trauma (02)

Department: Heavy Zone

Lead Researcher: Dr. Maicon

Identification: The Forgotten Meme

Containment: ANM-077 must be kept in a reinforced armored containment cell in the heavy zone of MOTHRA, with no internet-accessible devices present within a 150m radius of the cell. The cell is equipped with motion sensors, surveillance cameras, and electrical neutralization devices. No personnel are to enter the entity's cell without prior authorization from Dr. Maicon and the escort of at least eight armed agents. Any communication with 077 must be done through a soundproof intercom system. Any attempt by ANM-077 to escape or attack personnel must be met with lethal force.

Description: E-02-077 is a humanoid creature ranging from 1.60m to 2.90 meters in height, displaying a sadistically energetic and manipulative personality. ANM-077 has light gray skin, deep dark eyes, and a wide, deformed mouth filled with sharp teeth. Its body is grossly malformed, capable of altering its form and size, as well as mimicking voices and sounds, demonstrating above-average intelligence and advanced knowledge in technology and informatics. ANM-077 is extremely hostile and violent, deriving sadistic pleasure from torturing and killing its victims.

The anomaly was first discovered in 2023 when several reports of brutal attacks and offensive messages were recorded in different parts of the world. Investigation revealed that ANM-077 manifested through an online communication application called Discord, where it sent messages to random users, warning them of its arrival and giving them 10 minutes to hide. After this period, it would appear at the victim's home or break through doors, windows, or walls. If the victim was lucky, the entity would not find them, leaving behind a toy made from a previous victim. Sometimes, the "toy" was directed at adults (e.g., a vibrator made from human parts), but survival chances were slim, with 69% of targets not surviving.

Note: The anomaly strived to maintain this numerical statistic.

The MOTHRA Institution managed to track and capture ANM-077 after a joint operation with various security and intelligence agencies. It was then transported to the heavy zone, where it underwent various tests and interrogations, proving highly resistant to physical and psychological damage, as well as any form of persuasion or coercion. ANM-077 also showed an ability to hack security systems and control electronic devices at long distances. ANM-077 claimed that its goal was to cause chaos and suffering in the world, stating that it was just one of many "Trollges" that existed.

Its purpose and origin remain unknown, posing a significant threat to global security and normalcy. Research on it is ongoing.

ANM-077 demonstrates a connection to old internet memes, especially the "Trollface," considering its form and modus operandi. Its manifestation through Discord, an online communication channel, reveals a disturbing adaptation of internet culture into physical reality. The combination of its sadistic personality and advanced technology skills.

The connection between ANM-077 and old memes, like the Trollface, may suggest a cultural influence in shaping its personality and methods. The creature embodies the essence of "online trolling." As observed, it enjoys creatively killing its victims. Its ability to mimic voices and sounds amplifies its manipulative nature, while resistance to damage and hacking skills indicate a complex and technologically advanced origin.

1. ANM-077 imitated the voices of victims' family members to lure them home, only to leave an "orchestra" of agonizing screams echoing in their houses upon arrival.

2. It transformed parts of its victims' bodies into a grotesque puzzle, leaving the remains arranged in a way that revealed disturbing messages when assembled.

3. It used victims' blood as ink to create paintings on the walls of their homes, depicting scenes of terror and suffering.

4. It staged macabre scenarios in victims' homes as if they were stages in a theater, where each setting told a morbid and sinister story.

5. It planted "flowers" made from human parts in victims' gardens, creating a landscape of horror.

6. It sent encoded messages to victims before attacking, challenging them to decipher the codes as their last chance of survival.

7. It used victims' bodies to create grotesque puppets, disturbingly manipulating the corpses to terrorize anyone who encountered these creations.

8. It attacked a farmer and threw him into a hay machine, blending his entrails and body parts into a large pile of hay.

Interview with ANM-077 - Transcript

Interviewer: Dr. Maicon

Dr. Maicon: ANM-077, are you aware that your physical manifestation and sadistic activities have been associated with old internet memes like the Trollface?

ANM-077: Ah, the old Trollface! A masterpiece of cyber sarcasm. I just wanted to bring some of that humor into the real world, you know?

Dr. Maicon: So, you admit to being inspired by memes for your actions?

ANM-077: Inspired? Oh, definitely. The internet is an endless source of ideas, and humans love to laugh at chaos. I just made it more... tangible.

Dr. Maicon: ...

ANM-077: (laughs) It's like humanity forgot the power behind memes, the ability to shape perception, to manipulate. I just wanted to bring back that reminder, in a slightly more... bloody way.

Dr. Maicon: Your method of leaving "toys" made from parts of your victims is particularly disturbing. Any specific inspiration for that?

ANM-077: Well, Dr. Maicon, it's kind of a homage to old "LOLcats" memes, you know? Turning suffering into something... creative. Something that makes people think "Oh, how cute" before they realize the truth.

Dr. Maicon: You mentioned being part of a group called "Trollges." Can you explain more about that?

ANM-077: We're like a fraternity, Dr. Maicon. Beings who understood that true fun lies in bringing chaos and discomfort. We're the evolution of virtual trolls, transcending the barrier of the digital to something more visceral, more real.

Dr. Maicon: What about the attacks via Discord? Why did you choose that online communication medium?

ANM-077: Discord is like a gateway to people's hearts and minds, Dr. Maicon. I could feel the tension building as they awaited my arrival. It was like creating suspense, something that old memes always did so well.

Dr. Maicon: One last question, ANM-077. What is your ultimate goal?

ANM-077: (distorted laughter) My goal, Dr. Maicon, is to leave an indelible mark on human history. To be remembered as the one who brought internet humor into reality, no matter how bloody and disturbing. After all, memes never die, right?

>End of transcript

[evikdpriagung]

Modus Anomali (Netflix)

20240414 #1 00.35 WIB115/366 Days 12,415 Rio Dewanto itu is the real psychopath deh. Gatahu ya ikut aliran sesat mana dan ngapain. It is not just for fun. I thought it was real since the beginning. Tibake eladalah. Wes angel. I wast just okay from this movie, they speak English well. For some viewer this movie can be monoton since the beginning. Here is my score:Acting: 9Story: 8Visual: 8Music:…