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Joan Miró (1893-1983) — Words of the Poet [oil on canvas, 1974]
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Joan Miró (1893-1983) — Words of the Poet [oil on canvas, 1974]
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The main breakroom of Site-245 buzzes with energy at this time of day. MTFs gesture dramatically as they recall their latest missions, office workers chat near the water cooler, researchers regale their friends with what little details they can share about their current projects and every little detail of the drama that goes on in the background - and Jack is no exception, halfway through a wild story about something he’s not sure he fully understands.
“And everybody was calling me Elias Shaw for weeks! I thought I was going crazy! But then…”
Alto laughs, an easy smile spreading across his features as he begins to peel an orange. “The hell sort of name is Elias Shaw?” he mocks. “Sounds like the kid who used to bully me in third grade.”
“Sounds like some sort of butler,” Ben adds. “But the type that starts murder mysteries.”
“I personally enjoy the name Elias,” Gears admits. “I faintly remember naming my childhood My Little Pony character as such.”
“I’m not done!” Jack says. “But then I met this guy named, I kid you not, Placeholder McDoctorate–”
All four of their phones chime in their pockets.
“Huh,” Alto says. “Strange. Well, better go check that.”
He retrieves his phone, putting on his coke-bottle glasses and squinting at the message. “I need a new prescription - do any of you know an A?”
I love a cosmic leaning work that gets deep enough into its metaphysics to touch its own fictionality.
Like, I like a meta character that's basically a cosmic being to their universe because of their higher perspective and reality warping capability. But I like even more a cosmic being that comes to this from the opposite side. That's just so omniscient that they can't not perceive the threads of narrative woven into their continuum.
Especially when they treat this as just another facet of existence, not the be all end all for what their universe is. When they make the audience ponder whether both their observer perspective and the character's cosmic awareness are subservient to and point towards a higher paradigm that transcends the fiction/reality dichotomy of the fourth wall and thereby includes the reader.
Why should the fourth wall be a mortal construct sacred against the truly eldritch?
Pataphysics scp
The SCP Foundation can never kill its authors cause most of their best senior staff are self inserts and authors avatars, including Placeholder McDoctorate, the head of the Pataphysics Department
The Foundation can never kill its authors cause the authors already infiltrated the Foundation
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Perception is only a hallucination that is true.
- Alfred Jarry, Days and Nights, bk. IV, ch. 2, "Pataphysics".
Info: Agent 'Maw', previous Insurgency relations, now a CPOI at Site-17...
...and has a discovered ability that allows him to 'manifest' mouths over his body, which has proved useful in combat-type situations.
...is loyal to the Foundation despite his past relations with the Chaos Insurgency, and seems to regard its staff and practices within high regard.
Okay, so I don't usually post oc art, but I have so many pieces of this fella I need to throw into the web before they dissappear into the void forever.. Feel free to ask me questions about him!
Reading on the scp wiki is like drinking a small amount of poison to build an immunity