#hallucinating eyes

[theaskew]

Josep Maria de Sucre (Spanish 1886-1969), Autoretrat (Self-Portrait), 1965. Aniline and ink on paper, 70 x 49 cm. (Source: MACBA, Museu d'Art Contemporani de Barcelona)

#art #artwork #modern art #contemporary art #modern artwork #contemporary artwork #20th century art #modern 20th century art #contemporary 20th century art #Spanish art #modern Spanish art #contemporary Spanish art #Spanish artist #Josep Maria de Sucre #self portrait #expressionist #distressed character #obsessive face #hallucinating eyes #MACBA #Museu d'Art Contemporani de Barcelona

[astersofthesky]

The anime is still insane for this ending because what do you mean Light only WILLINGLY AND EVEN CALMLY closes his eyes after seeing his enemy/rival/equal's "ghost"???

#death note #lawlight #light hallucinates L's ghost seconds before his death and he CALMLY EFFIN DIES #if your greatest enemy that caused your downfall brings you calmness as you die i don't know what to tell you mate #'Light. I'll see you on the other side. Let's explore the world of nothingness together.' - L Lawliet #YES L SAID THAT ACTUALLY THIS IS WHOLE MULTIVERSE OF L CHANGE THE WORLD AND THE CANON DEATH NOTE #Okay BUT what if the thought of actually SEEING L ON MU AGAIN is what makes him accept his fate ??? #WAIT HERE'S A BIGGER WHAT IF #what if Light actually NEVER stopped seeing L's ghost during those 5 years but always L's eyes are being obscured by his hair #but THIS PARTICULAR MOMENT is where Light FINALLY sees L's eyes and what was supposed to be piercing just appear empathetic to him #the knowing eyes of being seen and understood #that's what makes light calmly closes his eyes

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Okay wait so dream had a vision of the future kinda like what shattered dream had and tried to change the future is that what happened?

Dream: my eyelights Nightmare: the villagers are giving us a lot of stuff. it's nice. Dream: my eyelights. Nightmare: i like your new eyelights. Dream: please keep yours. Nightmare: …I'll try?

Villager: Dream, I need to talk to you. Dream: oh! is this about your dislike of my brother or your house burning down? i heard about it. that must've really sucked :) busy lately? Villager: uh- yeah. My sister was terribly injured in the fire, so we need apples for her recovery.

Villager: my mommy told me to give you this Dream: thank you, Charlie. tell your mom i said hi. Villager: it's a pie. Dream: thank you. Villager: she says your brother is a bad person and should be executed. i think i agree, 'cuz he's really scary. Dream: he's really nice. you should be nice to him. Villager: oh. okay! he's still really scary though.

Prophecy Nightmare: HEY. Dream: AAAAAA-

Villagers: "Are you okay?" "Dream, can I get an apple?" "Are you okay?" "Are you okay?" "Are you okay?" "Can I have an apple?" "Are you okay?" "Are you okay?"

Nightmare: are you gonna sleep tonight? Dream: no Nightmare: did i- do something wrong-? Dream: no Nightmare: are you okay? Dream: no Dream: yes

Prophecy Nightmare: LYING TO YOUR BRO? COLD. Dream: god damn it

#dream sans #nightmare sans #past events #heavy topics #eye strain #i think #dissasociation #insomnia #sleep deprivation #hallucinations #arson #implied violence #child abuse #house burning #manipulation #death wishes #death mentions #death threats #kind of #discrimination #maybe? #most of this is tagged so people can filter it out so i want to cover all the bases #queue

[carlyraejepsans]

Halfway to the sofa, they stopped, making a small sound like a grumble of annoyance. For a second, the red glow in their eye grew faint. "Sleep," they rasped out in a low, halting whisper, "I saved you an ache in the neck." It took him a second to register that the kid wasn't talking to him. Mostly 'cause Frisk didn't speak. To him. Or ever.

Sans wakes up late into the night and sees something he shouldn't have.

#red eyes and hallucinating and sleeping on my keyboard. WAKE UP. new fic droppedd #fixed up that old wip i posted and added a new bit so i put them on ao3 as well do you remember that sans & chara post i made that was like #uhhh i've got 20 bucks. #this is the fic development of that initial idea. or at least it will be. when i get to the point of actually making those two interact #anyway good NIGHT. i am going to die. i mean sleep. die as well probably. haha get it bc i had no beta #ok goodnight. peace!!!! #undertale #sans #frisk #mywriting #underfic #i promise toriel gets more space for her issues later i needed to set up a tinsy bit of helicoptering first. trust the process etc

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

glimmer: literally crying and begging horde prime not to hurt adora

horde prime: ...

catra: seems mildly irritated, if anything, at the mention of she-ra

horde prime: ah yes. the epitome of true love.

#guys i think he somehow hallucinated catra's pupils dilating #(which btw not only did the animators not draw her eyes dilated #but the writers did absolutely NO research on that line #because if they did they would know that cats' eyes don't dilate if they're in love lmao) #anyway #this whole scene was dumb #if they wanted us to focus on c//a they could have shown catra's reaction in more detail #but instead they focused on glimmer and was later like “no actually catra is the one who cares about adora” #spop critical #spop salt #spop discourse #spop #spop criticism #she ra #anti spop #anti catradora #anti c//a #anticatradora

[petrichormore]

daily reminder that q!bbh is not only experiencing psychotic episodes but is also physically wounded, ill, and potentially dying. We also have no idea how that is playing into his decision making. I see a lot of people just kinda disregarding it and acting like q!bbh is making the decisions he’s making in a vacuum of normality, but q!Forever is partially right when he says this isn’t the “real” q!badboyhalo. This is a heavily wounded and ill q!bad whose injuries are already affecting his ability to see color, so what else are they affecting?

Like, it’s not that I think q!Forever is right when he says “I know this isn’t you, I know you’re not yourself” because he’s clearly projecting - q!Bad does not need to be saved or fixed especially by a man who he doesn’t trust but… having q!bbh be in the worst state he’s ever been in isn’t him being in his “truest” state either. And I’ve seen that be said - that this is the true, honest q!bbh and q!forever befriended a facade, a lie, but that’s just. Not accurate at all. The kind-hearted, altruistic, and gentle q!bbh that q!forever befriended is just as real as the one we’re seeing now. It’s just that q!forever befriended q!bbh while he was in a relatively normal (he’s being held captive on murder island after all) state of mind, and now he’s nearing his worst. His absolute worst is not any more his “true self” than his absolute best would be, and I’d argue niether extreme is a particularly accurate reflection.

“This is the real q!bbh: a terrible person.” Maybe he is a terrible person but this isn’t evidence of that, this is just evidence that he’s fucking surviving on a knife’s edge. This is him pushed to the very brink of what he can handle, and then pushed even farther. A person’s lowest moment is not when their “true personality” is revealed or whatever and I’ve never liked that idea to begin with. A person’s lowest moment might reveal an unnatural extreme but that’s like. It. In my opinion, anyway.

The “real” q!bbh is cunning, devious, and ruthless and is also kind, altruistic, and selfless. Those ‘good ones’ aren’t traits he just pretended to have, that’s him in equal measure. I know it’s fun for the demon to be evil or something, but he’s just… not, really. He’s currently sick in ways we don’t fully understand, but from what we do know he’s being drained of color and of sanity so how can someone point at him and say “this is the real q!bbh” no, it’s the worst q!bbh (that we’ve seen). But worst does not equal truest - his thought process and personality are clearly being affected by his lack of sleep, and his declining mental health, and whatever the hell those vultures have done to him.

I don’t know, I just don’t think people are taking his physical appearance, and the fact that he’s straight up gone colorblind and experienced a psychotic break into account enough when discussing what this current arc reveals about him as a person. Any conclusion drawn about his personality should come with a “he’s barely hanging in there are we sure this is an intrinsic personality flaw or just a reaction to a traumatic situation that he would probably never exhibit under any other circumstance that vaguely resembles normal”

#this isn’t about the big stuff like torturing ron cuz obviously q!Bad’s cool with torture. that isn’t something new lmao #this is more about people treating this like it’s his most honest state when he’s actively hallucinating and bleeding a blue substance #from OPEN WOUNDS #one of which is on his HEAD and affecting his EYE #does that not seem relevant to any conversation that might be had about his behavior right now???? #hello?????? #qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp analysis #q!badboyhalo #q!bbh character analysis

[lesbiten]

i think ford and fiddleford should have had at least one proper confrontation during their peak Losing Their Minds era. fiddleford on his 3rd car accident that week and barely able to remember his name vs ford hallucinating bill in everything and everyone after having not slept in several days. the fuck would they even do

#cuz iirc the journal implies or says outright i cant remember. that ford saw fiddleford in his blind eye getup #but i want Fiddleford Wandering Woods Lost vs Ford Wandering Woods Trying To Destroy All The Eyes He's Hallucinating #its just difficult bc by the time fiddleford got Really Bad i think ford was already in superhell #simon says

[themoonking]

ok comrades here's how the morpherine agenda can still succeed

beau demayo confirmed on twitter that morph's feelings are one sided but he's lied / misled us before he could be lying now

AND what he's saying could be technically true in that morph's feelings are unrequited now, but think about the circumstances going into season two.

morph and logan could certainly end up separated, but if they end up in the same time and place that's them stuck together for an extended period of time with only each other and storm for company, with logan having just gone through a near-death experience. tensions will be high. perfect time for some introspection, some soap opera drama. perfect time for a certain short statured immortal canadian man to get over his doomed crush on a married woman and open himself up to new possibilities in love.

i mean personally i think being stranded in the past or future after almost dying from getting your bones ripped apart is the perfect time to explore one's sexuality.

#also look me in the eyes and tell me you don't believe that in all his years logan has never had something very lgbt happen to him before #like you don't live to be logan's age without exploring another man's body at least ONCE #i speak #x men 97 #morpherine #and didn't beau demayo like that one insta story of 'morph and wolverine should become lovers in season 2' or was i hallucinating that

[vintageterror]

#1950s #horror #eye #hallucination #flower #graveyard

[m-o-o-n-f-i-r-e]

help i’ve fallen for another ship comprised of two insane autistic queers that want each other dead despite also being willing to do literally anything for the other even at risk to themselves

#nygmobblepot #i literally never gave a shit about the penguin and the riddler #but the moment my brother makes me watch a show where they are portrayed by theatre nerds who care about the characters #i become obsessed instantly #i would watch the show out of the corner of my eye while my brother and dad were watching it and see oswald and id just think #that little weirdo is the only thing that makes me like this show its so fun when hes on screen #then ed starts showing up more and i start to love his autistic ramblings and general energy #then ed kills a guy and i think fuck i love this show so much #then i see them interact and find out that they are semi canon??? #like oswald is canonically in love with ed but the show seems to want you to think that ed just doesn’t reciprocate #but he obviously does and just doesn’t realize at the beginning because he thinks hes straight #but by the end that man is NOT hiding how much he loves oswald #like what the fuck was that hallucination scene if not his concince trying to make him realize how much he loves oswald #and there scene in the last episode in the car??? #like that man has finally accepted that hes in love and is finally ready to act on it #anyways rant over they are just like hannigram and danbert and i will never change my mind #also their actors fucking killed in their rolls i love them #and fun fact: edward was cory michal smith’s first role outside of theatre and it fucking shows in the best ways #him being a mostly theatre person just adds so much to edward and makes him just so enjoyable to watch #now the rant is actually over #gotham #gotham tv

[armyofpsychictrashcans]

People who think that Rowan got into a relationship with Malakai just to fuck with amerie may have misunderstood what the phrase "forget Amerie" means.

#also that idea just sucks straight up lol #Like Rowan is FAAAR from a saint but even his brother hallucination shipped them be so fuckin fr lmao #Also i thought they were cute im sorry #despite them being kind of boring #anyways Rolerie endgame..? #heartbreak high #heartbreak high spoilers #heartbreak high season 2 #heartbreak high s2 spoilers #rowan rambles #amerie wadia #malakai mitchell #mf was making googly-eyes at Malakai while writing forget ameria in the pit OPEN THE SCHOOLS!

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

“The face outside my window” by Adam Murray

#tmc #tmc monster au #monster six #monster Adam #face horror #unreality #eye contact tw #shmorps art #thought about the fact that in the monster au Adam saw six. everywhere. #like six would just. watch him from a distance #Adam was never sure whether it was a hallucination or not. #also this started as me doodling random shit like the eyes and teeth then I turned it into six-

[catsrcoolyeet]

Found this in the woods today

#gravity falls #bill cypher #bill ci the all seeing eye #bill ci the triangle guy #bill ci the demon guy #I thought I was hallucinating

[vegaseatsass]

DFF Finale

Alright alright alright that took me on a rollercoaster like some REAL high lows in that episode, I love an ambiguous ending but also I crave so much more closure owwwwwwww However for now I'm just coming to share my theory. Ever since this post pointed out that New hallucinated Non in his death t-shirt, I've been sitting on the idea that the Janta drugs have actual supernatural qualities. These aren't just any old hallucinogens New cooked up, they're a strain of a drug that serves a specific purpose for a death cult. So now that EVERYONE hallucinated Non in his death t-shirt, even though Tee is the only one who ever saw him in it, and it's highkey unlikely that he described the shirt Non was wearing to them at any time (and certainly not to New when he hallucinated Non wearing it years ago), I would like to propose the theory that the ghost of Non they see is a very real very true ghost, and the things he says to them are very real very true things. The "thank you" he gives New is not a figment of New's troubled mind, but what Non actually has to say to him, just like everything else he says to everyone else: their actions may be the product of their guilt, but Non is actually speaking his ghostly mind to each of them.

#which means his message to tee was like why the fuck didn't you let me DIE #the way you tried to help me just prolonged my suffering #but yeah :( #there's ambiguity about if anything we saw happen this ep actually happened which means EYE shall of course be living in delulu land #with picking and choosing my own ending hehe #and that means there's ambiguity with this of course #is new hallucinating forgiveness and closure to make his desperate actions have meaning and value #or is non actually grateful someone fought for him? #we just don't know! #but i want that tragic final hand touch to be real #so it is. to ME #dead friend forever #dff #dff spoilers #dff the series spoilers #dear diary

[kiraman]

And so death comes calling for her, a supplicant throwing itself at her feet; then again, Mizu has known death too well now to fear it; has filled her hands with it, adored it, fiendishly, with such devotion and horror—no, she is not afraid of it. She isn't happy unless it’s lying across her path; so when the dark, violent fever overtakes her, swallowing her up in its flaming grip during the tenth month of her trip over the high seas, it is not fear that comes with it; no. It's something else; something furious, with teeth. She drags herself onto the docks and gropes for the gunwale, slips down onto her knees. When someone comes to help her back onto her feet, she is a caged animal, cruel, vicious , scratching to get out. She shrugs them off, shoves the cup of water forced upon her mouth away, hissing in japanese; get off me! she does not want their hands on her, does not need their help; her cold blood cannot be worked into a fever – her veins are full of ice-water, they are dark, death does not know how to live in them, the fever turns to tidal waves, she is ocean depth; she will be okay.

She does not know how, but when next she awakes she's on her back, swathed in layers of heavy woolens that have been unwashed for months or years, reeking like everyone, itching like everyone, like a hot stone on her chest, burning and she violently tears them off, tosses them aside, and tries to sit up, her blood pounding in her ears. She topples over and falls onto the floor, feels her chin crack against the floorboards; distant voices cut viciously through the damp darkness that envelopes her; she does not understand what they are saying; she blinks through the veil of heat that enshrouds her and weakly drags herself towards the window, parched for air, her throat is throbbing wildly, her skin feels like a coal, melting right off her bones, gods help her, she is is melting, her body bursts into flame, this must have been how it felt...back at Edo...all those people swallowed by her rage, gods, gods help her.

She blinks at her hands and gasps when blood spills down her wrists onto the floorboards, pooling all around her, swelling, like the tide; and she is trying to swim through it, back to her cot, but it keeps spilling and pouring, it floods the cabin, drips into her mouth and throat; red, like a flame, like murder, like her, in her crimson dress, like her mouth screaming her name as she was dragged away on that horse and Mizu gasps and gasps, she is feral now, she is furious, screaming as she gropes for the bed, her hands slipping; her eyes are the sharp glint of a sword held to Akemi's throat, glittering in the light of the sea lantern.

She lays on her back and lets the flood sweep her under into its furious flame. She dreams of her at night. When she opens her eyes (dark, feverish eyes, eyes with teeth, like two angry waves in a storm) she sees her there, robed in silk, her dark, ebony curls sprawling all over Mizu's fevered face as she leans over her, urges a cup of water to her lips; she sees her, with some kind of hallucinatory clarity, and, all night long, she calls out for her, she is not sorry, she will not say sorry; she cannot; she is something else, something feral, with claws; she clings to her wrist when she tries to pull away, Akemi, Akemi, she whispers her name like an apology like a prayer for something they cannot have, will not havs, but she pulls away and she is left alone, drowning in fire.

She sinks in and out of fever sleep for so long— how long has it been now, is she dead? Alive? She loses count; but every time she opens her eyes, she is there, golden and radiant, wrapped in a veil of shimmering heat, and Mizu feels her hand reach out towards her but she can't touch her, she is air, she's fire and incense, an altar, she turns into smoke, consumes Mizu all to an ember; she touches her sleeve, all that silk, like flames, burning through her fingers and does not ask her to stay, she will not beg, she does not know how, does not even want her to look at her; but when the cup is brought back to her open mouth, she closes her eyes and feels her mouth on hers too; she is fire and flame but her lips are cold like the ocean, she has a taste of tempest on her tongue and a kimono red as blood, as the death on Mizu's hands, it spills like silk through her hands, she fades away and she does not scream but something inside of her is howling, don't go, don't go, come back. Akemi is shadow and light, something secret she keeps so deep inside of her she can never reach it, she will never touch her, she will never hold her, her hands are stone, they are a blade, it will cut her open, her touch. She shivers when Akemi pulls away and her throat is raw, she is parched and desperate, and everything inside of her is numb and dead, she does not know how to love, she is the edge of a knife and darkness, the scream of a woman held underwater, drowning, she will not touch her.

She sees her face, in the gold of summer, burning with fierce loveliness as she passes by her in a cage, like a memory, like a sliver of sunlight, threads of golden beads in her dark hair; her carnelian eyes meet hers, but only for a second, and she sinks into Mizu like a flaming arrow, sudden, deep, inescapable; she is the taste of the night, she is fever and fever and flame; and then she is gone.

When the fever abates, the mean, bitter coldness returns where her flame has burnt itself into her veins, scalded her to the bone, and Mizu furiously tears her out of her mouth her mind her hands; gods she has never hold her, and she wonders how can someone miss something that she has never had so much? She buries that thought, too. The sea before her is fire-water and silver froth, a roric flame; outside, the winds howl, savage, squalling with the storm, dark, secret.

She does not listen to it. Her eyes grow dark and unseeing, all she sees is her rage; ruthless and cold, beseeching at her feet.

She does not think of her, but sometimes, in her sleep, she thinks she can hear her voice screaming her name as they drag her away.

Somewhere in Japan, Akemi lays down near her husband, and all of her fire is snuffed out; when she closes her eyes, all she sees are his eyes, blue as iron and cold as sea-washed silt, furious waves in a storm crashing themselves against the shore of her body. She wakes up gasping, thirsty for the ocean; it makes her sick, wanting the sea. It makes her sick, how everything around her becomes drenched, her neck beaded with sweet sweat, the air, stifling, throbbing as she thinks of him, the salt of his skin, how it had felt, holding onto him as he shielded her with his body from the Claws; somewhere between sleep and awareness, she thinks of the dark cold shelter of it and how he had smelled, all salt water and bitter, like the ocean as she had stood behind him in the brothel.

She does not speak of it to anyone, lest of all to herself; she is frantic and flaming, a wildfire roaring: she shuts it away desrparately, but it comes back to her anyway. Akemi wonders where he has gone. She does not know if she wants the answer. He lives in her head now, and even drinking a cup of water makes her sick.

Somehow she survives it.

#.......bye :(( #mizu x akemi #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #mizu hallucinating akemi on the ship to london while in fever? more likely than u might think!!! #more mizu pov bc im bad :( at writing akemi :( #my writing #writing tag. #mizemi #akemi x mizu #:)))

[a-wynterwonderland]

No but More Than Meets The Eye is such a wild experience like you have to read it to truly understand it and even then half of the time no one knows what's going on. Like halfway through I forgot what they were even doing until someone mentioned the Knights of Cybertron and I was like "Ohhhh yeah THAT'S what they were doing." Like there's a guy that's married to another guy trying to find this other guy he was also married to. There's another guy who had so many near-death experiences he became a hippie and fell in love with the first dude who was nice to him. There's a guy in their basement and no one knows what he's doing there. One of the captains has such bad ADHD he zones out and carves patterns into his desk and his co-captain has committed so many atrocities no one wants him there but he still is. There's this dude who built a time machine out of briefcases who's not over his dead boyfriend he never asked out. There's a guy with unbridled brooding angst who clearly has a crush on this other dude who he pretends he cannot stand but goes "Fuck around and find out" if you so much as breathe the wrong way around him

Soap opera ass comic

#how is this comic real #it feels like a concentrated mass hallucination #MTMTE is peak writing argue with a wall #wynter's rambles #transformers #transformers idw #transformers more than meets the eye #transformers mtmte #more than meets the eye #mtmte #maccadam