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Strongest living organism. Writer + artist of Blackwidow Apocalypse on Webtoon. Art posted here may not be worksafe. Minors will be blocked on sight and then launched into the sun.

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CRUSH!! (READ BLACKWIDOW APOCALYPSE!!) @capslockcrush.bsky.social · Nov 23
Webtoon took down the last episode cuz I guess some of these panels are too spicy. I thought it was pretty tame but maybe the internet has just desensitized me to naked people

Here's a thread for the full chapter (1)
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whoa hey it's Juno and Rocket!!
Rocket's the catgirl, Juno's the robot
December 30, 2025 at 10:45 PM
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whoa hey it's Juno and Rocket!!
Rocket's the catgirl, Juno's the robot
December 30, 2025 at 10:45 PM
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Cracks
Ingrid stares up at the Orchestrator. INGRID: Just needed to get my strength back. Normally, I prefer Chinese noodles. But there's no good places here. So I'll have to eat Hell. The Orchestrator readies one of her drill claws. ORCHESTRATOR: inconsequential. however many pieces you regrow i will carve them away again. INGRID (VO): I wonder what happens... Ingrid lunges towards the Orchestrator with surprising speed. The Orchestrator throws all her weapons towards her, but Ingrid manages to evade them all. INGRID (VO): if I take In an instant, she's right up in the Orchestrator's face. INGRID (VO): as much Shrouded in darkness, her face resembles a skull. INGRID (VO): as I can hold. Lightning-fast, Ingrid's arm expands into a dense clump of muscle. She shoots it forward with enough force to bend the Orchestrator's whole body in half. The Orchestrator goes flying across Nowhere's landscape, plowing straight through several hills in the process. The Orchestrator lays propped up against a hill, her screen dark and her weapon arms hanging limply around her. A shadow falls over her from above, and when she looks up, a spiderweb of cracks is visible across her neck. INGRID: Looks like I put some cracks... Ingrid looms over her ominously. She's grown several feet taller and gotten significantly more muscular. She cracks the knuckles of her right hand. INGRID: ...in that porcelain skin. TO BE CONTINUED
December 27, 2025 at 12:27 AM
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Cracks
Ingrid stares up at the Orchestrator. INGRID: Just needed to get my strength back. Normally, I prefer Chinese noodles. But there's no good places here. So I'll have to eat Hell. The Orchestrator readies one of her drill claws. ORCHESTRATOR: inconsequential. however many pieces you regrow i will carve them away again. INGRID (VO): I wonder what happens... Ingrid lunges towards the Orchestrator with surprising speed. The Orchestrator throws all her weapons towards her, but Ingrid manages to evade them all. INGRID (VO): if I take In an instant, she's right up in the Orchestrator's face. INGRID (VO): as much Shrouded in darkness, her face resembles a skull. INGRID (VO): as I can hold. Lightning-fast, Ingrid's arm expands into a dense clump of muscle. She shoots it forward with enough force to bend the Orchestrator's whole body in half. The Orchestrator goes flying across Nowhere's landscape, plowing straight through several hills in the process. The Orchestrator lays propped up against a hill, her screen dark and her weapon arms hanging limply around her. A shadow falls over her from above, and when she looks up, a spiderweb of cracks is visible across her neck. INGRID: Looks like I put some cracks... Ingrid looms over her ominously. She's grown several feet taller and gotten significantly more muscular. She cracks the knuckles of her right hand. INGRID: ...in that porcelain skin. TO BE CONTINUED
December 27, 2025 at 12:27 AM
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Secret Santa gift for one of my Discord friends! Had a lot of fun with this one.
Fan art of my friend's character The Leech in the style of a comic book cover. He stands with a fist raised, an army of menacing silhouettes behind him.
December 25, 2025 at 9:08 PM
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I LOVE THIS. AND YOU
December 26, 2025 at 12:23 AM
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Secret Santa gift for one of my Discord friends! Had a lot of fun with this one.
Fan art of my friend's character The Leech in the style of a comic book cover. He stands with a fist raised, an army of menacing silhouettes behind him.
December 25, 2025 at 9:08 PM
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THANK YOU AAAAAH ITS SO COOL
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🔫🐱Secret Santa Rocket🔫🐱
December 25, 2025 at 9:01 PM
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I have nothing seasonal to repost but Mourn is always relevant (according to her)
Mourn! she is sitting atop some kind of brick wall and smiling mockingly, as is her way
December 24, 2025 at 11:46 PM
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every day i am more and more vindicated by my decision to never return to twitter
December 24, 2025 at 7:04 PM
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Punch through
ORCHESTRATOR: you. Ingrid looks over her shoulder. The Orchestrator is standing on a hill behind her. She has sustained some damage from Ingrid's punch: her screen is cracked, her wires have frays in them, and one of her antennas has broken off. ORCHESTRATOR: undamaged. intact. structurally uncompromised. Ingrid stands up, turning to face her. Her hair billows out dramatically behind her. ORCHESTRATOR: persisting. Ingrid stares up at the Orchestrator. INGRID: Just needed to get my strength back. Normally, I prefer Chinese noodles. But there's no good places here. So I'll have to eat Hell. The Orchestrator readies one of her drill claws. ORCHESTRATOR: inconsequential. however many pieces you regrow i will carve them away again. INGRID (VO): I wonder what happens... Ingrid lunges towards the Orchestrator with surprising speed. The Orchestrator throws all her weapons towards her, but Ingrid manages to evade them all. INGRID (VO): if I take In an instant, she's right up in the Orchestrator's face. INGRID (VO): as much Shrouded in darkness, her face resembles a skull. INGRID (VO): as I can hold. Lightning-fast, Ingrid's arm expands into a dense clump of muscle. She shoots it forward with enough force to bend the Orchestrator's whole body in half. The Orchestrator goes flying across Nowhere's landscape, plowing straight through several hills in the process.
December 21, 2025 at 10:23 PM
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Punch through
ORCHESTRATOR: you. Ingrid looks over her shoulder. The Orchestrator is standing on a hill behind her. She has sustained some damage from Ingrid's punch: her screen is cracked, her wires have frays in them, and one of her antennas has broken off. ORCHESTRATOR: undamaged. intact. structurally uncompromised. Ingrid stands up, turning to face her. Her hair billows out dramatically behind her. ORCHESTRATOR: persisting. Ingrid stares up at the Orchestrator. INGRID: Just needed to get my strength back. Normally, I prefer Chinese noodles. But there's no good places here. So I'll have to eat Hell. The Orchestrator readies one of her drill claws. ORCHESTRATOR: inconsequential. however many pieces you regrow i will carve them away again. INGRID (VO): I wonder what happens... Ingrid lunges towards the Orchestrator with surprising speed. The Orchestrator throws all her weapons towards her, but Ingrid manages to evade them all. INGRID (VO): if I take In an instant, she's right up in the Orchestrator's face. INGRID (VO): as much Shrouded in darkness, her face resembles a skull. INGRID (VO): as I can hold. Lightning-fast, Ingrid's arm expands into a dense clump of muscle. She shoots it forward with enough force to bend the Orchestrator's whole body in half. The Orchestrator goes flying across Nowhere's landscape, plowing straight through several hills in the process.
December 21, 2025 at 10:23 PM
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As much as I can hold
Full view of the entirety of Nowhere: a gigantic mass of flesh and eyeballs floating in a sea of fire. INGRID (VO): It's a single organism, big as the world. There's so much caloric energy inside it. Untapped. Back down to Ingrid. She aligns the stumps of her limbs with Nowhere itself, and pulls new ones out of it. Flesh and darkness swirl around her body as it regenerates. INGRID (VO): If I take out just a little bit... healing all this damage is trivial. Ingrid starts to rise, one fist clenched. INGRID (VO): And there's still so much more. I wonder... ORCHESTRATOR: you. Ingrid looks over her shoulder. The Orchestrator is standing on a hill behind her. She has sustained some damage from Ingrid's punch: her screen is cracked, her wires have frays in them, and one of her antennas has broken off. ORCHESTRATOR: undamaged. intact. structurally uncompromised. Ingrid stands up, turning to face her. Her hair billows out dramatically behind her. ORCHESTRATOR: persisting. Ingrid stares up at the Orchestrator. INGRID: Just needed to get my strength back. Normally, I prefer Chinese noodles. But there's no good places here. So I'll have to eat Hell. The Orchestrator readies one of her drill claws. ORCHESTRATOR: inconsequential. however many pieces you regrow i will carve them away again. INGRID (VO): I wonder what happens... Ingrid lunges towards the Orchestrator with surprising speed. The Orchestrator throws all her weapons towards her, but Ingrid manages to evade them all. INGRID (VO): if I take In an instant, she's right up in the Orchestrator's face. INGRID (VO): as much Shrouded in darkness, her face resembles a skull. INGRID (VO): as I can hold.
December 18, 2025 at 7:33 PM
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As much as I can hold
Full view of the entirety of Nowhere: a gigantic mass of flesh and eyeballs floating in a sea of fire. INGRID (VO): It's a single organism, big as the world. There's so much caloric energy inside it. Untapped. Back down to Ingrid. She aligns the stumps of her limbs with Nowhere itself, and pulls new ones out of it. Flesh and darkness swirl around her body as it regenerates. INGRID (VO): If I take out just a little bit... healing all this damage is trivial. Ingrid starts to rise, one fist clenched. INGRID (VO): And there's still so much more. I wonder... ORCHESTRATOR: you. Ingrid looks over her shoulder. The Orchestrator is standing on a hill behind her. She has sustained some damage from Ingrid's punch: her screen is cracked, her wires have frays in them, and one of her antennas has broken off. ORCHESTRATOR: undamaged. intact. structurally uncompromised. Ingrid stands up, turning to face her. Her hair billows out dramatically behind her. ORCHESTRATOR: persisting. Ingrid stares up at the Orchestrator. INGRID: Just needed to get my strength back. Normally, I prefer Chinese noodles. But there's no good places here. So I'll have to eat Hell. The Orchestrator readies one of her drill claws. ORCHESTRATOR: inconsequential. however many pieces you regrow i will carve them away again. INGRID (VO): I wonder what happens... Ingrid lunges towards the Orchestrator with surprising speed. The Orchestrator throws all her weapons towards her, but Ingrid manages to evade them all. INGRID (VO): if I take In an instant, she's right up in the Orchestrator's face. INGRID (VO): as much Shrouded in darkness, her face resembles a skull. INGRID (VO): as I can hold.
December 18, 2025 at 7:33 PM
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Just one page left to draw!
December 17, 2025 at 4:28 PM
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Eat Hell
A big grin spreads across her dad's face. INGRID'S FATHER: Damn straight. Ingrid wakes up, for real this time. She's laying on her side in Nowhere's field of eyeballs. Her limbs are gone, tapering off into shadows that pool on the ground. INGRID (VO): Can't move. Limbs gone. Fall broke everything else. She stares into the eyeballs beneath her, as they stare back at her. INGRID (VO): But it's fine. It's perfect. Her gaze sharpens. INGRID (VO): This is all living flesh. Full view of the entirety of Nowhere: a gigantic mass of flesh and eyeballs floating in a sea of fire. INGRID (VO): It's a single organism, big as the world. There's so much caloric energy inside it. Untapped. Back down to Ingrid. She aligns the stumps of her limbs with Nowhere itself, and pulls new ones out of it. Flesh and darkness swirl around her body as it regenerates. INGRID (VO): If I take out just a little bit... healing all this damage is trivial. Ingrid starts to rise, one fist clenched. INGRID (VO): And there's still so much more. I wonder... ORCHESTRATOR: you. Ingrid looks over her shoulder. The Orchestrator is standing on a hill behind her. She has sustained some damage from Ingrid's punch: her screen is cracked, her wires have frays in them, and one of her antennas has broken off. ORCHESTRATOR: undamaged. intact. structurally uncompromised. Ingrid stands up, turning to face her. Her hair billows out dramatically behind her. ORCHESTRATOR: persisting. Ingrid stares up at the Orchestrator. INGRID: Just needed to get my strength back. Normally, I prefer Chinese noodles. But there's no good places here. So I'll have to eat Hell. The Orchestrator readies one of her drill claws. ORCHESTRATOR: inconsequential. however many pieces you regrow i will carve them away again. INGRID (VO): I wonder what happens...
December 15, 2025 at 9:55 PM
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Eat Hell
A big grin spreads across her dad's face. INGRID'S FATHER: Damn straight. Ingrid wakes up, for real this time. She's laying on her side in Nowhere's field of eyeballs. Her limbs are gone, tapering off into shadows that pool on the ground. INGRID (VO): Can't move. Limbs gone. Fall broke everything else. She stares into the eyeballs beneath her, as they stare back at her. INGRID (VO): But it's fine. It's perfect. Her gaze sharpens. INGRID (VO): This is all living flesh. Full view of the entirety of Nowhere: a gigantic mass of flesh and eyeballs floating in a sea of fire. INGRID (VO): It's a single organism, big as the world. There's so much caloric energy inside it. Untapped. Back down to Ingrid. She aligns the stumps of her limbs with Nowhere itself, and pulls new ones out of it. Flesh and darkness swirl around her body as it regenerates. INGRID (VO): If I take out just a little bit... healing all this damage is trivial. Ingrid starts to rise, one fist clenched. INGRID (VO): And there's still so much more. I wonder... ORCHESTRATOR: you. Ingrid looks over her shoulder. The Orchestrator is standing on a hill behind her. She has sustained some damage from Ingrid's punch: her screen is cracked, her wires have frays in them, and one of her antennas has broken off. ORCHESTRATOR: undamaged. intact. structurally uncompromised. Ingrid stands up, turning to face her. Her hair billows out dramatically behind her. ORCHESTRATOR: persisting. Ingrid stares up at the Orchestrator. INGRID: Just needed to get my strength back. Normally, I prefer Chinese noodles. But there's no good places here. So I'll have to eat Hell. The Orchestrator readies one of her drill claws. ORCHESTRATOR: inconsequential. however many pieces you regrow i will carve them away again. INGRID (VO): I wonder what happens...
December 15, 2025 at 9:55 PM
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Persisting
INGRID'S FATHER: But it paid off. Cuz it brought you into contact with Nowhere. And me. The viewpoint shifts to a panorama of Nowhere's field of eyeballs, with the tower in the center. It's broken on one side from Ingrid's punch, and a mass of brain tissue is poking out. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): Focus. On the tremors of its muscle. The electrical pulses of its brain tower. The rivers of blood in its veins. And, rumbling like a great storm, a pulse. Back to Ingrid. Her eyes are closed. The flesh and eyeballs of Nowhere have begun to encroach on the bedroom. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): This place is alive. Close up on Ingrid's eyes. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): The Bloodbath's done awful things to you. Too many. But you know what that means. When Ingrid opens one eye, she's an adult again. The resolve is back in her voice. INGRID: Give back a thousand times what I got. A big grin spreads across her dad's face. INGRID'S FATHER: Damn straight. Ingrid wakes up, for real this time. She's laying on her side in Nowhere's field of eyeballs. Her limbs are gone, tapering off into shadows that pool on the ground. INGRID (VO): Can't move. Limbs gone. Fall broke everything else. She stares into the eyeballs beneath her, as they stare back at her. INGRID (VO): But it's fine. It's perfect. Her gaze sharpens. INGRID (VO): This is all living flesh. Full view of the entirety of Nowhere: a gigantic mass of flesh and eyeballs floating in a sea of fire. INGRID (VO): It's a single organism, big as the world. There's so much caloric energy inside it. Untapped. Back down to Ingrid. She aligns the stumps of her limbs with Nowhere itself, and pulls new ones out of it. Flesh and darkness swirl around her body as it regenerates. INGRID (VO): If I take out just a little bit... healing all this damage is trivial. Ingrid starts to rise, one fist clenched. INGRID (VO): And there's still so much more. I wonder... ORCHESTRATOR: you. Ingrid looks over her shoulder. The Orchestrator is standing on a hill behind her. She has sustained some damage from Ingrid's punch: her screen is cracked, her wires have frays in them, and one of her antennas has broken off. ORCHESTRATOR: undamaged. intact. structurally uncompromised. Ingrid stands up, turning to face her. Her hair billows out dramatically behind her. ORCHESTRATOR: persisting.
December 11, 2025 at 10:56 PM
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Persisting
INGRID'S FATHER: But it paid off. Cuz it brought you into contact with Nowhere. And me. The viewpoint shifts to a panorama of Nowhere's field of eyeballs, with the tower in the center. It's broken on one side from Ingrid's punch, and a mass of brain tissue is poking out. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): Focus. On the tremors of its muscle. The electrical pulses of its brain tower. The rivers of blood in its veins. And, rumbling like a great storm, a pulse. Back to Ingrid. Her eyes are closed. The flesh and eyeballs of Nowhere have begun to encroach on the bedroom. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): This place is alive. Close up on Ingrid's eyes. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): The Bloodbath's done awful things to you. Too many. But you know what that means. When Ingrid opens one eye, she's an adult again. The resolve is back in her voice. INGRID: Give back a thousand times what I got. A big grin spreads across her dad's face. INGRID'S FATHER: Damn straight. Ingrid wakes up, for real this time. She's laying on her side in Nowhere's field of eyeballs. Her limbs are gone, tapering off into shadows that pool on the ground. INGRID (VO): Can't move. Limbs gone. Fall broke everything else. She stares into the eyeballs beneath her, as they stare back at her. INGRID (VO): But it's fine. It's perfect. Her gaze sharpens. INGRID (VO): This is all living flesh. Full view of the entirety of Nowhere: a gigantic mass of flesh and eyeballs floating in a sea of fire. INGRID (VO): It's a single organism, big as the world. There's so much caloric energy inside it. Untapped. Back down to Ingrid. She aligns the stumps of her limbs with Nowhere itself, and pulls new ones out of it. Flesh and darkness swirl around her body as it regenerates. INGRID (VO): If I take out just a little bit... healing all this damage is trivial. Ingrid starts to rise, one fist clenched. INGRID (VO): And there's still so much more. I wonder... ORCHESTRATOR: you. Ingrid looks over her shoulder. The Orchestrator is standing on a hill behind her. She has sustained some damage from Ingrid's punch: her screen is cracked, her wires have frays in them, and one of her antennas has broken off. ORCHESTRATOR: undamaged. intact. structurally uncompromised. Ingrid stands up, turning to face her. Her hair billows out dramatically behind her. ORCHESTRATOR: persisting.
December 11, 2025 at 10:56 PM
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Outfit concept for Mourn. tried to do something gyaru-inspired that still fit her aesthetics

when I think gyaru I think miniskirts, but putting Mourn in a miniskirt felt blasphemous somehow. Hoodie works better
Mourn!! she is wearing an unzipped black hoodie and very tall heels
December 10, 2025 at 2:27 AM
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Outfit concept for Mourn. tried to do something gyaru-inspired that still fit her aesthetics

when I think gyaru I think miniskirts, but putting Mourn in a miniskirt felt blasphemous somehow. Hoodie works better
Mourn!! she is wearing an unzipped black hoodie and very tall heels
December 10, 2025 at 2:27 AM
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
December 10, 2025 at 2:05 AM
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Big as the world
INGRID: I can't, dad. I want to, but I can't. I felt the last of my reserve go when I threw that punch. I don't have anything left to heal with. She wrings her hands. INGRID: I guess in the end, the Bloodbath is what kills me after all. No surprise. It already took everything else from me. Ingrid's father is silent for a moment, then reaches over and pats her shoulder. INGRID'S FATHER: Yeah, not gonna lie. That was reckless. And you always used to be so careful with it. Who you been hangin' out with? INGRID'S FATHER: But it paid off. Cuz it brought you into contact with Nowhere. And me. The viewpoint shifts to a panorama of Nowhere's field of eyeballs, with the tower in the center. It's broken on one side from Ingrid's punch, and a mass of brain tissue is poking out. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): Focus. On the tremors of its muscle. The electrical pulses of its brain tower. The rivers of blood in its veins. And, rumbling like a great storm, a pulse. Back to Ingrid. Her eyes are closed. The flesh and eyeballs of Nowhere have begun to encroach on the bedroom. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): This place is alive. Close up on Ingrid's eyes. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): The Bloodbath's done awful things to you. Too many. But you know what that means. When Ingrid opens one eye, she's an adult again. The resolve is back in her voice. INGRID: Give back a thousand times what I got. A big grin spreads across her dad's face. INGRID'S FATHER: Damn straight. Ingrid wakes up, for real this time. She's laying on her side in Nowhere's field of eyeballs. Her limbs are gone, tapering off into shadows that pool on the ground. INGRID (VO): Can't move. Limbs gone. Fall broke everything else. She stares into the eyeballs beneath her, as they stare back at her. INGRID (VO): But it's fine. It's perfect. Her gaze sharpens. INGRID (VO): This is all living flesh. Full view of the entirety of Nowhere: a gigantic mass of flesh and eyeballs floating in a sea of fire. INGRID (VO): It's a single organism, big as the world. There's so much caloric energy inside it. Untapped. Back down to Ingrid. She aligns the stumps of her limbs with Nowhere itself, and pulls new ones out of it. Flesh and darkness swirl around her body as it regenerates. INGRID (VO): If I take out just a little bit... healing all this damage is trivial. Ingrid starts to rise, one fist clenched. INGRID (VO): And there's still so much more. I wonder...
December 7, 2025 at 6:35 PM
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Big as the world
INGRID: I can't, dad. I want to, but I can't. I felt the last of my reserve go when I threw that punch. I don't have anything left to heal with. She wrings her hands. INGRID: I guess in the end, the Bloodbath is what kills me after all. No surprise. It already took everything else from me. Ingrid's father is silent for a moment, then reaches over and pats her shoulder. INGRID'S FATHER: Yeah, not gonna lie. That was reckless. And you always used to be so careful with it. Who you been hangin' out with? INGRID'S FATHER: But it paid off. Cuz it brought you into contact with Nowhere. And me. The viewpoint shifts to a panorama of Nowhere's field of eyeballs, with the tower in the center. It's broken on one side from Ingrid's punch, and a mass of brain tissue is poking out. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): Focus. On the tremors of its muscle. The electrical pulses of its brain tower. The rivers of blood in its veins. And, rumbling like a great storm, a pulse. Back to Ingrid. Her eyes are closed. The flesh and eyeballs of Nowhere have begun to encroach on the bedroom. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): This place is alive. Close up on Ingrid's eyes. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): The Bloodbath's done awful things to you. Too many. But you know what that means. When Ingrid opens one eye, she's an adult again. The resolve is back in her voice. INGRID: Give back a thousand times what I got. A big grin spreads across her dad's face. INGRID'S FATHER: Damn straight. Ingrid wakes up, for real this time. She's laying on her side in Nowhere's field of eyeballs. Her limbs are gone, tapering off into shadows that pool on the ground. INGRID (VO): Can't move. Limbs gone. Fall broke everything else. She stares into the eyeballs beneath her, as they stare back at her. INGRID (VO): But it's fine. It's perfect. Her gaze sharpens. INGRID (VO): This is all living flesh. Full view of the entirety of Nowhere: a gigantic mass of flesh and eyeballs floating in a sea of fire. INGRID (VO): It's a single organism, big as the world. There's so much caloric energy inside it. Untapped. Back down to Ingrid. She aligns the stumps of her limbs with Nowhere itself, and pulls new ones out of it. Flesh and darkness swirl around her body as it regenerates. INGRID (VO): If I take out just a little bit... healing all this damage is trivial. Ingrid starts to rise, one fist clenched. INGRID (VO): And there's still so much more. I wonder...
December 7, 2025 at 6:35 PM
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Damn straight
Ingrid remembers: Kneeling down next to her father's body and gazing upwards at a crescent moon. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): The night of the crescent moon. You were all alone... and hurting... Even though she's crying, a fire lights in Ingrid's eyes. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): And you made a promise. Back to her dad. He clenches a fist. INGRID'S FATHER: All these years later, you've stuck to it. The end's in sight. You just need one last push. Ingrid's eyes are darkened. She frowns. When she speaks, her usual resolve isn't there. INGRID: But... INGRID: I can't, dad. I want to, but I can't. I felt the last of my reserve go when I threw that punch. I don't have anything left to heal with. She wrings her hands. INGRID: I guess in the end, the Bloodbath is what kills me after all. No surprise. It already took everything else from me. Ingrid's father is silent for a moment, then reaches over and pats her shoulder. INGRID'S FATHER: Yeah, not gonna lie. That was reckless. And you always used to be so careful with it. Who you been hangin' out with? INGRID'S FATHER: But it paid off. Cuz it brought you into contact with Nowhere. And me. The viewpoint shifts to a panorama of Nowhere's field of eyeballs, with the tower in the center. It's broken on one side from Ingrid's punch, and a mass of brain tissue is poking out. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): Focus. On the tremors of its muscle. The electrical pulses of its brain tower. The rivers of blood in its veins. And, rumbling like a great storm, a pulse. Back to Ingrid. Her eyes are closed. The flesh and eyeballs of Nowhere have begun to encroach on the bedroom. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): This place is alive. Close up on Ingrid's eyes. INGRID'S FATHER (VO): The Bloodbath's done awful things to you. Too many. But you know what that means. When Ingrid opens one eye, she's an adult again. The resolve is back in her voice. INGRID: Give back a thousand times what I got. A big grin spreads across her dad's face. INGRID'S FATHER: Damn straight. Ingrid wakes up, for real this time. She's laying on her side in Nowhere's field of eyeballs. Her limbs are gone, tapering off into shadows that pool on the ground. INGRID (VO): Can't move. Limbs gone. Fall broke everything else. She stares into the eyeballs beneath her, as they stare back at her. INGRID (VO): But it's fine. It's perfect. Her gaze sharpens. INGRID (VO): This is all living flesh.
December 4, 2025 at 11:58 PM