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plumnomnom · 1 year

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// genloss spoilers, theories, derealization?

all of the correct answers for genloss were the ones on the right/the last answer except for the last one..

dogs(right)>wisdom(right)>death(right)>them(right)>yes(left)

on the fail screen for the last question, a secret message appears above the screen “you were never alone”. the “yes” option must have been on the left because it *wasnt true*. in the future, this could apply to further questions, like if the mysterious person behind the tapes was lying, or was incorrect, the “correct answer” would be on the left. this could be useful later on to tell whether or not the VHS text is lying, and then be able to tell why, how, or what theyre lying about.

this could be especially useful for finding nuances in things that may otherwise be surface-level and unimportant. remember one of the fail texts? “nothing is as it seems”. something is trying to help us see past the text of the tapes, perhaps even a person *in the screen.*

plum, how do we know thats a possibility?” WELL, DEAR READER. ranboo has a genloss playlist, and the common themes and motifs from this playlist can tell us a lot about how the story may be structured/where the plot can go. (thanks @/Daydark4k for the analysis image)

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for example, cabinet man by lemon demon features a sentient arcade machine who dies when the machine is eventually destroyed. with the themes of scientific experimentation, this could mean that there was an experiment that trapped some sort of consciousness into the tapes.

loss of self would obviously be about going crazy trying to decypher a mystery and quite literally losing your physical body to a conspiracy or magical tape player. the person trapped inside so desperately wants out, and cant reach the outside world.

they got too cocky, too close to the truth. they were found out, and got thrown into the machine, most likely by the one we only know for now as The Founder. if the founder controlled the tapes, T_1 would make a lot of sense. the person trapped inside seems to think that if the founder was caught and/or killed, something would be able to help them. also in T_1, there was an image of a classroom. a red box over the teacher, white boxes on the students. odd, there was a static box on the person you killed to get the good ending.

what could this mean?? ever wonder why there was so much static on the screen?? why was the person you killed the only one without a definitive color, instead being static? its the VHS person. they were the ones you sacrificed for the good ending. you won the test.

the test? oh yeah, didn’t i mention a classroom earlier? a red box (possibly the founder, or a person in their employment) on the teacher, and white boxes on the students. wouldn’t it be funny if the color of the boxes means the amount of control the founder has?

white, blank slates. red, an overpowering color. in fact, the only color in any of the images shown in T_1. this test was given to the students. those that failed Lost, and those that won were converted to Reds. you can maybe tell that this is the case due to the end screen on the ? ending. you were told to not look away, and were congratulated. after a loud beeping noise and a screen filled with *red* the video ends. you, poor soul, were white. now, you’re good. you’re *red*.

notice how on the ending tapes some of the static turns red? the static of the VHS person is infected. theyre red, now. theyre trying so hard to escape, but nothing escapes the founder. remember the single photo from T_1?

that one picture of mitt romney with a red box over his face?? whats with that? romney is a poltitian, and a shady one at that. hes an *authoritarian*. he wants extreme governmental control over the people. odd, isnt this whole thing reminiscent of a controlling cult?

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maybe the whole right v left thing was misleading for the first question for a reason? its a subjective question, and usually boils down to personal opinion. unless there really was something against cats shown later, its more safe to assume that its an introductory question that doesn’t matter all too much.

but i do think its important to note the fact that the “reasonable first question” is used. as someone pointed out to me, its a “foot in the door” thing, which is actually quite relevant to what i think genloss may be describing!

see, with quite a lot of cults, the main reason people get sucked in so well is that they use the fact that the people you interact with are just that, real people. they slowly introduce you to new “ideaologies”, try to skew your mind towards them.

its a subtle form of brainwashing, but a powerful one. if a participant went into the test blind, they would let their guard down for the first question, seemingly because its a normal, everyday question.

the ‘life vs death’ thing, although extremely philosophical, is also a relatively common question. from there, the questions get deeper and scarier, luring the subject in.

the whole “place frogs in hot water and theyll jump out, but put them in water that slowly heats and they wont get out and end up burning themselves alive” thing, while niche and not really scientifically accurate for the phrase (i’ll explain later) is honestly the best analogy i can think of.

the victims don’t know whats happening until it’s too late, or they never even notice at all. granted, the thing i referenced is from a scientific study of this one dude who took the brains out of frogs to see if they had souls, so… take that how you will lol.

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shewhowillnotbenamed1 · 4 years

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I blame one: @andthendk and your gorgeous art!!! (And @xaphrin and @mistkissedmoon!) Vaguely Al Ghul...? This could have gone at least three different ways... I hope it is decent, sorry it is so late!!!

Please enjoy!

From the following prompt list.

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Shimmering spheres in skies of indigo spilled outward into stars. Elegant pines swayed back and forth, their needled, pointed tops clamoring up to become brushes - painter's tools - to blend an ethereal effuse of Milky Way above.

All of eternity lay outstretched and there for the taking, if one were to simply reach out, and grab hold of destiny's reins. Would it lead to dreams or darkness, who could say? Surely, it could thrust anyone into the fray. Madness awaited most that dared challenge the unfathomable abyss. And even those that dared to stare into the depths. To see if they stared back, else swallowed them whole...

Damian's eyes slid shut beneath the twilight. He settled his body backwards, falling further into a tub's balmy embrace. There was a contrasting cool caress on his chest with each passing turn of exhalation released from the mountain peaks and treetops.

Noiseless footsteps swept onto the smooth, polished lacquer lined with votive lights. Stealthy and silent, they continued up the path. One by one. Until, at last a shroud of rich smoke shrouded him.

"Here..." Raven stroked softly in his ear. The dark-haired man grumbled a couple of words in approval. "You must be dehydrated by now, Damian." White fingers granted him a glass.

How she cared for him... How she never faltered to return to his embrace, despite how far beyond its reaches she had flown. The beautiful bird. His beautiful bird.

"I have lost track of time once again..." He placed the heavy crystal behind him, without looking and sunk down. "Thank you."

She whispered. "Welcome..." Something supple smoothed over his skin.

A dark emerald slit cracked open.

Goddesses from above...

A Raven laid bare. Bare but for a brilliant blooming blush. Every inch of the cream-colored plumage was pink and flushed.

The churning calm of water broke with but a single extension of Damian's arm. He reached upward for her hand. Raven ascended, one foot plunging into the crystal depths, and one foot out, as was her way. "Raven, you are in rare form tonight." He beckoned to her, as he searched every inch of skin, with probing evergreens.

"My lord?" Another step. He was satisfied, at last, when all her exquisiteness was settled before him. Grasping her in the waters, inhaling her essence, he sighed. "Does this please you?" She cocked her head. Rhetorical. It had to be.

There was no question.

"Not as much as I am pleased with your decision... To stay." Damian concurred. Dark hands traced her shoulders. Sliding tender touches, warm and wet over her collar, shoulders, and back. She was silent, the implications of which were much, but on this matter, he longed for her speech. "Have I somehow failed to mention this?"

"I believed it to be unspoken." Now she reached for him. "Fear not, Damian." At once, there was stirring throughout his being. Pale fingers dragged themselves through the crown darkness of his hair down to the damp nape where they dispersed downward. He melted desperately into her touch, giving her ascent. But wanting to worship her.

If he could feel this way, then she was no illusion - Raven had to be real.

This woman was his woman. Mirage or fantasy, it hardly mattered. He believed. She was the most genuine creature he had ever known. Damn all those that dared question his sanity and faith in her.

"Others, they don't see what I see. They're fools." He shook his head. Gazing at her, with nothing but unwavering admiration. "Fools." Devotion. "And yet..."

"Yet...?" She quirked. The palms massaging his broad chest, urged him to continue. And Damian all but purred.

"Yet, here you have remained, in spite of all it. I am thankful." Damian murmured and licked his dry lips. "I know no one understands what - what we have. I need you here with me."

Raven glanced upwards towards the starry skies then, back. "Damian, I am here for you... You have need of me."

"Oh, Raven... I possess more than a mere need for you." Damian exhaled. "It is far beyond such, beyond simply having your presence at my side."

"Yes." She agreed, a half smile on her face. "I choose to stay by your side above all else..." She replied in her low voice. "Such a decision, though not to be taken lightly... For me, it is not hard."

"Tch..." He touched her chin. And turned her face to the side, removing the heavy pin of gilt. Unclipping the tendrils of plum from atop her head. Rich ringlets ribboned - raining into the bath. Damian paused, marveling at this and the admission. Unspoken words spoken. "What an interesting word choice."

Nothing more left latent.

Raven felt Damian taking hold of her waist to guide her into him. Closer. The piercing jades continued to consume her. He was enraptured.

Spellbound.

Captured in the colorful enchantments, the lights of glimmering golden green. Candles blazed bright on the obsidian stone, but they paled in comparison to her vibrance.

She burned most brilliant of all and Damian took in the sight of her - breasts bobbing above the water line. Felt it emanate from the purple peering at the water droplets pooling and glinting off his deep caramel skin. She observed him break the water line when he shifted. Her eyes flickered with amusement at his restlessness.

"Here..." She said again. "That's it, Damian..." Easing him. Her fingers faded out of sight underneath the pool. Damian cursed, at the sleekness of her expertise on his hips, so near to where he wanted, though they couldn't be farther away. The man was eyeing her with such irrevocable need. It was palpable. His fingers twitched and his body expedited to a steady boil. Degrees far above the steaming froth.

"Take what you need from me." Damian insisted. He begged her. "I need it, too."

Raven needed to feed, to feast on his pleasure.

"Yes, Damian..." Her voice was but a wisp, her breath brushing his. "But not yet..." He moaned, feeling his body quiver.

Finally she claimed his mouth, resting her lips hard onto his. Here they danced, tasting all of time and all of each other. The salt of his sweat, salt of the himalayas, the pines, the herb scented soak. Her body slid onto him. "Relax... It'll be worth it." He groaned, impatiently. But followed her orders as he always did. Only Raven's commands, he would bend to without question. His strong arms stretched out on either side of the tub around him. And then, she trailed lips along his neck biting, her sealing otherworldly whispers into the skin.

"Yes... Raven." He breathed in, trance-like. "More. Please, more."

"Back... Lay back." Damian shifted backward, he brought his body up to break the water. "Good." Her hands flicked out to tease his inner thigh. His hips thrust out. Bucking steadily out for her. But he met water's resistance.

He swore in three different languages. A hiss escaped his lips, as her mouth moved downward. She was within inches of the form of his longing. "Raven..."

Damian was supine and stretched. "Be still..." She crooned. "Now..." The thirst for Raven's touches and tastes dulled his every waking thought. He needed to give her what she sought. Glinting just under the water in the glowing light. His golden brown cock. White orbs flashed with the promise of insatiability. "Damian, will you let me..." She purred. "...take care of you...?"

"Yes."

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