#NOIR Lab

[meteorologistaustenlonek]

#SomewhereDeepInTheNight "The international #GeminiObservatory composite color image of the planetary nebula CVMP 1 imaged by the Gemini Multi-Object Spectrograph on the Gemini South telescope on Cerro Pachón in Chile." NOIRLab

[foolsocracy]

its because i thought if you knew, you wouldnt love me the same

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Dr. Richard Cross

Shock (1946) dir. Alfred L. Werker

[semioticapocalypse]

Henri Cartier-Bresson. Berkeley, California. 1967

I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk

[loveyou3000mylove]

Prompts, Tropes and Ideas series

thy should see

the reader/protagonist doesnt  relise they are falling in love with s/o\other character

Works best for fics where they have powers or something....

IDEA

Example:

1.Y/n subconsciously smiled when Damian pinned Beast boy, effortlessly winning the sparring battle. Rolling her eyes when Damian moved toward her in a 'cocky' scowl "'Didn't take you for a smiler Miss. L/n" Damian spoke, with a raised brow  ''I'm not, obviously? l was just thinking of how easily l could pin you.'' She replied with a smirk, a hint of challenge in her voice.

IDEA

2. Soulmate AU (where the soulbond is when ever the other touchs the other it leaves an imprint)

Prompt list

Angst⁂ 

Fluff⌂

 Hurt/Comfort⌁ 

(^^THESE ARE JUST SUGGESTIONS^^)

001: "I hate you so much, but I can't love anyone more." ⌁

002: "How could Cupid be so cruel."⁂

003: You love them, but they don't notice you.⌁

004: I got love to spend but I can't get the chance, I hope they don't mean what they say but I keep seeing them sticking around like they can't get enough so I stay.⌂

005: Reader has closed walls but can't help but blush and stutter at they're advances.⌂

006: "We are not the same, yet we aren't opposites either."⌁

007: "I guess am a bit lonely?"⌂

008: "The curse of the third date, relationships don't last long, so good luck."⌁

009: "I long for you, you complete me."⁂

010: "Pizza after? My treat." "Yea, would love too."⌂

011: "What would I do without your smartass"⌂

012: "Your fine, am fine, we're fine"⁂

013: "You don't deserve her/him, no one does."⌁

014: "Stop tormenting me, I can't get you out of my mind."⌁

015: "You're a distraction I can't ignore."⌁

016: "No one is ever taking you, away from me"⌁

017: "You should've left" "Why" "Everyone else did"

018: "I think I love them" "Took you awhile"

019: "Am not her! Okay, so stop acting like it, stop calling me the wrong name....just be with me, your (y/n)...me"

020: "I had a friend once" "Wht happened?"

021: "I was inlove with you....I am inlove with you"

022: "Can't remember the last time you looked at me like that...why do you do this to me"

Tropes

001: Enemy to Lovers

002: Strangers to Friends

003: Best friends to lovers

004: Couple to Enemies to Lovers

005: Online Friends to Lovers

006: Forbidden Love

007: Unrealistic crush to Lovers (limerence)

008: Boss x Newbie

009: Rival Bands

010: Pen Pals to lovers

011: Platonic Soulmates to Romantic Soulmates

012: Older x Younger (very large gap- 6+ years)

013: Amnesia sufferer x hopelessly in love

014: Side character x side character

015: MC x bestfriend side character

[babycupart]

can’t stop thinking about the implications here

[noir-drabbles]

Dyrage 1

Summary: Long has Dyrage split off his attachments to the face you wore. As long as he is here, it must be kept that way. His job, at the current moment, is just to question you, to see if you have memories other than the one you have consumed.

(Ooof, been a while huh? Anyways, no clue if I want to make this character canon or not, but he's been on the brain so I wrote about him anyway. And also because these are literally my little brain creations, I can make anything or nothing canon as I wish. So... yeah!)

And in all your gross and pulsating meaty mass, you closed the distance, getting right into his face with the one that haunts his dreams. This part was human, but that's about as far as it goes. Only skin deep.

And yet, there was something in Dyrage that just… hopes that there was something else in there, that you didn't just copy the genetic and memorial make up of a person. That, somehow or another, you were the soul who's face you were. And that, if it's true, then surely there should be more. You were cut off from a bigger mass, from a red deeply red moss that grew on that divine tree.

A tree that made itself a forest out of Dyrage's own home.

"Does Serenity Hill seem familiar to you in any way."

All of this could've been done behind glass or even thousands of feet above, Dyrage knows that, but he, to an extent, also knows this creature. He knows you, and he knows that you have a particular diet. Or, rather, you know what it is he white coats want.

Stubborn. So stubborn that you would rather eat foods that disgust you. You're starving yourself and you don't care.

Dyrage want to pretend he doesn't know why he tries, but he hates lying to himself. Delusions were a color he'd much rather leave far behind him.

You tilted your head then leaned back, the membranes above his head twitching and turning with your every thought.

"Serenity Hill…" you reached both hands high above you, as though you were reaching up for the sun you're never allowed to see, "The village of white peaches and stagnation. The flavor was always stale upon the tongue, no matter how much effort was poured into the yield. And the texture… it was like biting into a ball of moss."

…The face that you wear and the voice that you speak with. He can't speak of purity, he can't say anything about tarnishing, but he wishes you were nothing more than a monstrosity. Back to that flesh being that was simply that, inhuman flesh in a tube. At least then you wouldn't be able to extract things from his most precious memories.

You speak of his home, of those white peaches as though you were actually there.

But that is all he can do. His thoughts are his alone. He can throw any number of insults within and not worry of what will happen outside.

"And where does this memory originate from?" Dyrage had to grip his pen just so nothing shows on his face. The things he has seen and done, he can't falter. He won't falter.

Your torso twisted around with rubber elasticity. You bowed and were back in front of his face once more.

"You should know well where the memory comes from," Bored. Dyrage allowed himself to entertain your request and already you were getting bored of him. Of course. Of course! "I didn't know you to be one to ask redundant questions. Is there something you're hoping for?"

"It's all standard procedure."

"Liar."

"Simply answer the question and I won't lie to you anymore."

"Hmm," you eased back and settled into the wall of flesh that consumes half the room, as though reclining on a sofa, "Well, it's not as though I truly hate lies."

Dyrage knows that. That man, your pet as he's been called, is still alive to this day. Resting from the strain of fusing a strand of yourself into his spine, but resting and alive nonetheless. He remembers the recordings, about how he was fine and that he’ll be back shortly.

That man, Ash, was also full of lies. No matter the face, no matter the authority, he will lie to them if it means he will not be thought about. Like he wants to disappear and not matter to anyone.

"Don't lie anymore for today," you said with a smile that simply didn't belong, "Tomorrow you can lie as much as you like. I want to see them all one day. There's only so many one can wrap themselves around in before they're nothing more than a suffocating bug."

"The question. I’m still waiting for an answer."

"From this one," you pointed to your face, "Serenity Hill comes from the memories of this one. Nothing more, nothing less."

"…are you sure? Nothing beyond… this?"

Was there truly nothing? Nothing within that collective memory? Nothing from when you were nothing more than a part of a red mass nesting in the bark groves? Was your head truly that empty of anything?

"Nothing beyond, you weird little seeker you. I don't hold any other origin point to draw from. I only have one well. A well that I can peek into to gather all your secrets. Though… well, that doesn't matter now does it? My words hold no power to anyone besides you."

Because you are a,

"Monster. You are right to know your position here. Your awareness makes you all the more precious. And as precious of a being you are, you will be kept safe in mind, body and soul."

A soul that belongs to no one else but you. A soul that Dyrage will not recognize. A soul with no hope in it.

"And for that safety, I'm glad," you snuggled in deeper, smiling wider, "surely this status will apply to my extensions, to my other precious limbs?"

To that man. To one who named himself Ash.

"Of course, we can't very well afford to lose such precious things."

"Who's to say what would happen if they were cut from me. I can't very well control the muscle memory within if that were to happen. After all, my priorities have evolved past instincts, but that's not to say they don't exist anymore."

There is a base and it must not be forgotten. Dyrage will never forget the bloody pedestal you built yourself upon. Your interests are odd, but your instincts remain.

"I will keep that in mind."

But such threats have never held power over him anyway. If you don’t have even a single secret regarding your true origins, about that white tree that has sprouted and laid its roots over the roofs and soil of his homeland, then you held little power.

Your words mean nothing. They have to mean nothing. They must continue to mean nothing.

[joriboltonpainting]

The second of the two test illustrations for Shadowrun!

For this illustration they wanted a Shadowrun-appropriate scene, and I loved the idea of an ancient elven ruin, cursed to be forgotten for thousands of years while a modern city was built up around it, now discovered and about to be explored by a shadowrunner. 

I was very inspired by the photography of Anthony Presley and his Memphis Noir series when creating this piece: https://www.anthonypresley.com/

AD: Ian King

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[icedteaandoldlace]

Kiss Kiss Breach Breach - Noir

[cybergoth-damsel]

I've found myself watching some old crime films lately. So far "The Mob" (1951) and "The Third Man".

I really like this shot from "The Third Man".

[davenportia]

i wish i could watch my favorite shows for the first time again. not know what i’m getting into yet. be clueless

i wish i could restart stranger things (and have no spoilers prior to)

i wish i could watch crush, chop, and burn (pt 1 and 2) again and meet chase for the first time again

i wish i could watch the origin episodes of miraculous again (and the umbrella scene😭😩)

sometimes i wish i could go back and watch them again for the first time.

[cloverina-sasha139]

My Grouptale interacting with the scientists! (Fun fact, they are in the same universe). So this is how I came up with each other's thoughts

[💗] "He seemed to be having trouble with most problems. Even with the simplest task, he required assistance from anyone who's free. I will take note of this for further notice."

[🌸] "That weiwd Mouse guy kept on inspecting my best fwiend's anatomy! I mean, it's no suwpwise that they don't mind..but I do!"

[🐭] "How..amazing! This robot was the one who freed the underground? I must say, I am impressed with them. If humans are starting to invent robots, how much has the surface changed?.."

[🧡] "At first, I find it funny how this man is scared of me! I didn't even need to throw some punches at him to make me look intimidating but..after a while, he's uhm..way more than scared of me! I need to find someone to return him back."

[📼] "T-That kid with the exact opposite soul found me..and I wasn't with my colleagues yet! I almost felt my own soul leave my body the second he stood close! JACK WHERE ARE YOU?!"

[💛] "They say that this slime man right here is the soul of Corruption. Yeah, I heard he was a gambler before joining the scientists, even played unfair to win..but I realized that we both have something in common. We can't feel the same without our hats!"

[🧬] "That..girl. She has a hat worn on her. She told me that her mother gave her that who works as a movie star. Don't tell me that's..nevermind."

[💚] "Mr.Jack is scary. He kept on talking about how he held no sympathy for test subjects and how much he worked too hard to gain knowledge from them. I wished I can guide him to the better view.."

[🐟] "Ah, that little girl was such a great listener! She didn't even protest on my actions, merely stared! That's a first one who never judged me! Only if I had time to snatch her soul for myself.."

[🩵] "I must be bluntly honest here, I held a strong dislike for my opposite. Trust me, he yapping about me TOO MUCH. He wanted my soul, as if I can give away my soul to a stranger that easily.."

[🌌] "I WAS SO CLOSE TO RIP HIM WITH MY BARE HANDS! How is he disagreeing with what I want?! I only wanted my soul to be completed, why must that British Bastard be a pain in the ass?!"

[💙] "..Dr.Flashdrive scares me. Out of all the monsters I've encountered so far, he managed to send a chill down my spine. His will for getting his soul completed..ugh.."

[🍄] "Me? Scared of a child? I showed no fear towards a 16 year old who is way taller than me. Oh no no..even if she got that mask equipped, she doesn't scare me."

[💜] "That alien woman took a peak of my work inside my laptop. I don't have any games in there because I don't have time for that! She even snatched my laptop just to create some..poem inside a document? I must say, she got talent."

[👾] "I am concerned on how hard this kid works on his laptop. For someone around his age, he shouldn't be doing this yet, all of that are for adults! Kids are supposed to play together and have fun..what kind of parents raised him?

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Dr. Richard Cross

Shock (1946) // dir. Alfred L. Welker

[semioticapocalypse]

Carl Woese with an RNA model at General Electric Research Laboratory in 1961.

I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk

[gamemakerm]

apropos of nothing, I would like to see a graphic novel interpretation of Jurassic Park, specifically the original book by Michael Crichton. I think it is incredibly well-suited for a dark and moody black and white comics adaptation, and the movie loses so much stuff that would be perfect for a long-form format

[angelitam]

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