[movedcrawl]

obsessed and thinking about how... jude blends in with her surroundings really well. so if she's traversing through another world, she'll play along and accommodate the present narrative; sure, she'll act weird at times, her mannerisms might not fit perfectly, there is a subtle absence of substantive emotion, but not to an extraordinary extent. ✨

[movedcrawl]

concept : jude visiting your muse in their dreams 🤭

[cyberstole]

SENTENCE  STARTERS :  THE  INVISIBLE  LIFE  OF  ADDIE  LARUE  BY  V.E.  SCHWAB 

PART I: THE GODS THAT ANSWER AFTER DARK

❛ don’t you remember when you were nothing but shadow and smoke? ❜

❛ darling, i was the night itself. ❜

❛ some days you’re stuck with what you’ve got. ❜

❛ heaven is a nice spot in the shade, a broad tree over my bones. ❜

❛ spells are for witches, and witches are too often burned. ❜

❛ never pray to the gods that answer after dark. ❜

❛ i am always with you. ❜

❛ am i the devil? or the dark? am i a monster? or a god? ❜

❛ i do not want to belong to someone else. ❜

❛ i want more time. ❜

❛ are you a stranger or a spirit? ❜

❛ you wanted to be free. ❜

❛ it is a lonely thing to be forgotten. to remember when no one else does. ❜

❛ how do you walk to the end of the world? ❜

❛ come live with me and be my love. ❜

❛ you do not know what love is. ❜

❛ if you sold your soul for one thing, what would it be? ❜

PART II: THE DARKEST PART OF THE NIGHT

❛ you are entirely hopeless. ❜

❛ this, is a story of gods. ❜

❛ drink with me. ❜

❛ if a person cannot leave a mark, do they even exist? ❜

❛ with time, you can get used to anything. ❜

❛ you can have my life when i am done with it. you can have my soul when i don’t want it anymore. ❜

❛ you will give in, soon enough. ❜

❛ water me, and watch me bloom. ❜

❛ they say people are like snowflakes, each one unique, but i think they’re more like skies. some are cloudy, some are stormy, some are clear, but no two are ever quite the same. ❜

❛ i am not yours. ❜

❛ am i the devil, or the darkness? ❜

❛ stop pretending you did me a kindness instead of a cruelty. ❜

❛ you have grown teeth. ❜

PART III: THREE HUNDRED YEARS — AND THREE WORDS

❛ i was thinking, that it must be so easy to be a man. ❜

❛ there is something timeless about you. ❜

❛ i thought you were a new yorker. ❜

❛ do you ever feel like you’re running out of time? ❜

❛ it did not feel like courage, it felt as if i had no choice. ❜

❛ do you think a life has any value if one doesn’t leave some mark upon the world?❜

❛ i think there are many ways to matter. ❜

❛ i know your heart, dear. i feel when it falters. ❜

❛ i am the night itself. i see everything. ❜

❛ you thought i would wither without your attention. ❜

❛ would you rather feel nothing or everything? ❜

❛ i thought you had better things to do than plague me. ❜

❛ you’re being an ass. ❜

❛ he’s still in love with you. ❜

❛ but i can’t love him back. ❜

❛ without me you will always be alone. ❜

❛ are you still drunk? ❜

❛ don’t forget me. ❜

PART IV: THE MAN WHO STAYED DRY IN THE RAIN

❛ time moves so fucking fast. ❜

❛ you’re not enough. ❜

❛ we can’t help who we fall in love with. ❜

❛ pain can be beautiful. ❜

❛ i am the one who sees kindling and strokes the flame. ❜

❛ i can look at you and see you as you are. ❜

❛ you look like shit. ❜

❛ my little storm cloud, don’t let it get too dark in here. ❜

❛ come home with me. ❜

❛ god, it feels good to be wanted. ❜

❛ don’t get me wrong. you’re cute. but i’m still a lesbian. ❜

❛ the question is simple, what do you want for yourself? ❜

❛ you are impossible, a paradox, a collection at odds. ❜

❛ they look at you and see whatever they want… because they don’t see you at all. ❜

❛ what do you see in me? ❜

PART V: THE SHADOW WHO SMILED AND THE GIRL WHO SMILED BACK

❛ and you think me the devil, now? ❜

❛ say the word, and i will lay my soul bare before you. ❜

❛ you do have a way of finding trouble. ❜

❛ humans are so ill-equipped for peace. ❜

❛ are you not a god of chaos? ❜

❛ i am a god of promise. ❜

❛ do not mistake this kindness. ❜

❛ i simply want to be the one who breaks you. ❜

❛ i do what i have to, and it’s not always nice, and it’s not always fair, but it’s how i survive. ❜

❛ i can be wild. i can be stubborn as weeds, and you will not root me out. ❜

❛ we are not so different, are we? ❜

❛ i have seen your truest form. you cannot scare me now. ❜

❛ in the end, everyone wants to be remembered. ❜

❛ i am a muse and you are a thief. ❜

PART VI: DO NOT PRETEND THAT THIS IS LOVE

❛ i know i can be cruel but nature can be crueler. ❜

❛ you know how to summon gods. ❜

❛ who knew gods were so nostalgic? ❜

❛ you have not been human since the night we met. ❜

❛ i would rather be a ghost. ❜

❛ have you missed me? ❜

❛ immortality breeds a high tolerance for risk. ❜

❛ there are things worse than death. ❜

❛ i want you. i have always wanted you. ❜

❛ will you vanish with the sun? ❜

❛ how often did you think of me? ❜

❛ you are not capable of love. ❜

❛ love is hungry. love is selfish. ❜

❛ do not pretend that this is love. ❜

❛ dance with me. ❜

❛ stay with me, i’m here. ❜

❛ i am tired of losing. tired of mourning everything i try to love. ❜

[aridante]

what did jesus do?, adam gopnik // archeology, myriam fraga (trans. chloe hill) // sacrifice: a problem for theology, simone weil // amor fati, ruth awad // xx, alex lemon // the secret history, donna tartt // music from a burning piano, traci brimhall // her body and other parties, carmen maria machado // eating snake, margaret atwood // saturday night special, natasha oladokun.

[movedcrawl]

if you pspspspsps at jude, she will most probably come to you.

[xshayarsha]

“See the empty haunt here, it eats you.”

— Alice Notley, from In the Pines.

[movedcrawl]

this room is a chamber,    these halls are valves,    and it all beats like a heart with the echo of voices that reverberates in tandem between artefacts,    sculptures,   and paintings.     a sotheby’s auction.    she’s to gather it’s still rather early,    the event has yet to begin.    her purse is clutched delicately between gloved hands, heels clicking against the parquet floors,    drowned out with the hushed chatter of polite conversation,     which,    too,    becomes a wave of incomprehensible whispers in the background.    the floors creek at odd points.    the building must be old.    vintage,    to go with the theme.   all around is a constancy of noise that never exceeds a certain level.    a steady thump of entangled verbal exchanges.   the heart of gotham,    then,    is this;     the city’s elite.    here it is easy enough to clean stains from one’s conscience and from one’s hands through delving into matters of art and philosophy and long-gone history;    to pretend the outside does not itself present a realist landscape sketched in graphite shades,    a graphic illustration of that inherent horror that haunts every crevice of this city.    how nice to feign civility once in a while,   beneath the ravenous hunger that gouges on the heart,    thus on the society.    she grins, mostly to herself.      

❝    i heard modigliani is going tonight.    quite scandalous for their time,    that particular array of portraits.    art critics were sent into upheaval   — —   oh,    i hope i’m not intruding upon your evening,    mister wayne?    ❞    jude says when she’s stood next to the oh-so-elusive man,    a fine glass of champagne is grasped off the waiter who whooshes by.    two glasses.    she hands one to him,    with what’s supposedly an apologetic smile.    it could very well be amusement.    it’s difficult to tell,    when it’s overtly emotive.       ❝    anything catch your eye yet?    ❞

starter call, @batfall

[movedcrawl]

for blog-enrichening and narrative-building purposes, here are some of the (main) characters present in the narrative jude is being a menace in from called 'radius' ✨

meet the gang aka the anti-jude squad :)

DR. JAMES FORD. astrophysicist, engineer, and later professor. he was the head scientist for the government-funded project RADIUS (conducting research contributing to causes of the formation of new galaxies on the basis of radiation brought about by the existence of portals between worlds, which thin the barriers of reality/space & time) he was involved and, in fact, orchestrated a long list of highly unethical and dangerous. he lost his job after an accident involving the onslaught of deep space creatures overrunning the laboratory which led to the death of an entire division of RADIUS, including ford's research partner... the project was sealed shut, and he was forced to take on a teaching job at a rundown local university... it's been downhill since then.

CHARLOTTE 'LOTTE' COLLINS. saint charlotte of the void. an excellent college student with the uncanny ability to tear holes in the space-time continuum, similar to the portals that serve as gateways between dimensions. after discovering her new professor is the author of a now-banned book that presents a theoretical model of the multiverse (which she managed to nab at an auction), she begins her own research into the matter, trying & failing to talk with dr ford multiple times. it all goes well until her investigation leads her to a house inhabited by monsters from another time & place, she's chased down by the government, and reluctantly rescued by ford, right before they fall through a portal.

CPT. CODY MARSHALL / STELLAR FOX. an ace pilot and a heroic, cross-dimensional outlaw with a portal gun, on the run from various authorities in different dimensions; his world [world-iii] was destroyed after it became too advanced and discovered the gateways between dimensions - opening these led to monsters and creatures coming through, leading to nuclear explosions, machines going haywire, and leaving a graveyard of the world. (at present, there is a regime entitled 'Balance' which runs the remainder of the capital, the bowl. the land beyond the bowl is inhabitable. innovation is strictly forbidden in Balance; the tracks leading to and from the gateways have been sealed off. it's been centuries, but of course, time works differently there and elsewhere) in any case, his mind is set entirely on entrapping jude in a the globe to prevent her from plunging the entire universe into chaos.

ZARA D'SHVANI. an oracle and the daughter of the sheriff from a small town on a far-off planet [world-ii]. her town ultimately destroys itself in its attempt to repent for what they believe is an omen from their god (spoiler alert: it was more of jude's bullshit. she had been passing through and sturred a ruckus which set off the chain leading to the townsfolk lighting their own pyre, figuratively & quite literally, over the course of a few generations) our gang meet her on their journey; they help her & the other survivors from the town with the desert monster which had been terrorizing their camp, and zara knows she must go with them - ever since the fire, since she was forced to flee her home, she had been having dreams, unaware they were visions, granting her sight into events occurring across other dimensions.

LANDO ( L.A.N XX-3 [LASER ARTILLERY NETWORK XX 3] ) a robo-dog, designed for guarding purposes by vortexcurity on world-iii. he's one of the few remaining, functioning high-tech machines left there. the gang pick this lil guy up along their journey to the bowl on cody's planet; lando agrees to navigate for them. he, too, wants to get back to the city to find his little girl, his owner, who he believes is well and alive. he doesn’t comprehend she is dead, she has been dead for centuries :') they decide to keep him (ford is the 'dad and the dog he didn't want meme' with lando through the entire time)

and now, jude's besties colleagues <3

THE VOID, THE EYE, 'MR RICHARD CREED'. a mostly malicious entity. he's a tad more chill than jude, but his goals align with hers, so he's down for the ride. posing as a businessman/salesman of sorts, he was the ceo of vortexcurity (in collaboration with dream aviation) which was the company designing & building high-tech electronics for cody's world, before its demise. now, he's keeping an eye on the archives of Balance (and the branches of vortexcurity across the other dimensions, through control of most media and technology) and ensuring the plan goes as it should.

THE PRIMORDIAL CHAOS. HE WITH MANY MOUTHS AND MANY EYES. THAT WHICH CRAWLS IN THE DARK. that's her boss. a being sewn of horrors. he's stuck beyond the barrier and desires its destruction.

[movedcrawl]

date jude!!!! she'll drive you insane (romantically) until you're scratching up the walls of your brain and rotting from the inside out. but she's hot. so..

[classicfilmsource]

Jane Fonda in Barbarella (1968) dir. Roger Vadim

[movedcrawl]

redemption arcs are out. domestication arcs are in --- jude begrudgingly tags along on your muse's journey because she's bored... let her sit in the back of your car and complain about other dimensions. summon her & rope her into helping you with whatever task you have going on 😌✌️  

[movedcrawl]

the bones of thousands of times are cradled in her mind's eye, past and present in one entwined, a glimpse through the door of fate: thus divulged through the spread of cards,    their backs gleaming in this ill light as they await their turn to be revealed. time doesn't seem to move forward, nor does it move backwards, and it feels like a trap, like a loop. like a dream, decomposing. at the centre, the woman is sat crisscrossed on the floor, back straight; her head is cant ever so slightly to the side, inspecting her companion. there is nothing comforting about her hollow presence, but the darkness that seeps all around, beyond her circle of candles, seems to be infested with far worse creatures, their waiting eyes and mouths poking through. jude laughs,    ❝   pick three. ❞    she instructs, a sing-song tone juxtaposed with her cruel grin, as she motions theatrically toward the spread deck on the floor, golden-trim playing tricks at the behest of the waning flame of the candles lit around them. she remains patient, prompting,   ❝    it is your soul that lies here, you cannot choose wrong.    ❞

open to mutuals!

[movedcrawl]

jude eats... stuff. weird stuff. raw meat. bones. shadows. smaller entities. ew 🤮

[movedcrawl]

the mechanical whizzing and whurring of the animatronics atop the stage settles into background static. the typical ambience. it is the off-hours of the business day, the families are leaving, and the ecstatic cries and laughs of the children are beginning to filter out; stained tablecloths, forgotten toys, knocked-over plastic cups. in the late afternoon, the establishment seems liminal, out of place. but the juice is easier to clean than other smears these counters have seen, and the toys are thrown into lost-and-found with the other belongings, and everything is righted into its initial place, neatly staged; all is well; almost (...) jude's leaned over one table with a little rag in hand when the movements of the machines gradually begin to turn a tad erratic, their eyes seemingly moving to and fro, voice boxes staggering; smoke steams out of one side of the mechanical stage, then from the other, until the entire premise is concealed in a thin layer of grey fog. she strews the rag aside, leaving it laying atop the wooden surface in order to cross her arms over her chest with a laugh on her lips,    ❝    hey, mister afton (junior) — when did we get a smoke machine for the stage?    ❞  jude calls out, spying michael a bit further back; there's a rhetorical tinge tainting her tone, though she could just as well be serious. it's difficult to tell.

@lastafton, starter call.

[movedcrawl]

the small roads of the town sleep at this indolent time of the afternoon,      and the diner,    too,    seems to have succumbed to a drowsy lull, idle chatter collecting in the corner like dust.    here and there, at odd tables, the patrons are few and far between, yet there are more sets of eyes than there are people.    the whines of a wailing wind brush past the shrubs,    smothering the establishment's windows with its cries.    outside,    beyond the dirt roads,    the clear sky is beginning to succumb, falling prey to clouds, and bowing to their shaping. a summer storm. there's a woman by the counter and she's balancing a tray on one arm; presumably, she's the only waitress working here at this time. her nametag is a bit skewed where it's pinned to her blouse, and the letters seem to shift the more one squints to read them, as though they are foreign, but a grin stretches across her features, and it's enough of a distraction.    ❝   there ya' go — oh, what are you journaling about there? ❞    she asks with a morbid degree of interest, making a show of glancing at whatever sketch had been stretching over the pages as she sets the plate of comically stacked pancakes neatly on the table before the boy with the journal.   ❝    aliens? the occult? alternate universes?    ❞

@piinetrees, starter call.

[movedcrawl]

this is so judecore.

[movedcrawl]

outside the old chapel, somewhere in the field, there is an apple, but it is rotting, and even the worms have abandoned it.      the tall grass whistles with dwindling wheat, casting odd shadows and painting silhouettes of sharp teeth that sway with the wind, as though the earth itself were trembling at the mouth of a monster. the birds have scattered, too, with their beaks full of seeds — the words of God — and they are flying away. a woman sits amidst the rows of vacant pews  —  only she is not a woman,    but something hungry,    and there is no vacancy,    for the kingdom of heaven sits behind,    all around,    everywhere, watching, waiting. the presence of the angel shakes reality to its floorboards, which creak and croak, humming an ancient tone; it is interference on every plane of existence, and it is enough to give her a headache. with a huff, arms that had been previously crossed over her chest now untangle, tracing the image of the little icon she held in her grasp, her nail scraping across the wood depicting the scene of saint michael slaying the dragon beneath. she taps against it, once, twice,     ❝    heaven is burning yet again, i think. the winds are turning all wrong and the water is still. no harvest this year, oh, no sir, and what a sequel that'll be (...)    ❞

❝    are you a priest? ❞    she asks suddenly, laughing. her face is split with a wicked grin, teeth sharpened and shined with taunt. she doesn't seem to anticipate an answer, because it is likely she already knows, but she leans forward as if she doesn't, dark gaze hidden beneath the brim of her hat,   ❝    i'm sorry, all this talk must revolt you.    ❞

@subdivines ft. archangel gabriel, starter call.