Stormbril

@stormbril.bsky.social

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Author, artist, architecture student and full time tinkerer. Oh and I *really* love worldbuilding. My heart is in Vancouver, my body is in Calgary... For now. My biggest project can be found here: https://www.worldanvil.com/w/cathedris-stormbril/

Movie poster for a student animation. The title is "Iterational", and the title font repeats itself under the main title over and over with decreasing opacity. The poster is of a simple wooden door on a white wall, with multiple strange hand-drawn post-it-notes and diagrams messily organized around the door. In the center of the wooden door is the text that says "The Same, but Different".

A sketchy digital drawing of a purple elk, it has long flowing antlers that dropped backwards towards the main bulk of its body. The elks head hangs low as if in mourning, and strands of fiber hang from the antlers

White PLA plastic 3D printing supports, they look like strange and spindly trees reaching up to support the geometric beam above them

Horrific guttural screeching tore its way through the subjects lips; it was as if his vocal cords were shredding themselves in protest, breaking down their own musculature in order to scream to the heavens above. Eyes that were once shut and peaceful were now wide open and bulging horrifically, looking everywhere, looking nowhere; they seemed to be straining, trying to leave the man's face, trying to escape the horror happening within. His torso, cleanly sliced during the surgical procedure, throbbed openly in a way that did not match the beating of his heart-- whatever it was that the man in the dark lab coat had put in inside was now wriggling, squirming, reaching-- They had put something living into him. They had put a biologic mass of life, of twisted, terrible life, into his chest cavity. Only it was too alive. It had too much vigor. It was too much for the subject to bear. They should have killed it, whatever it is. Anabelle was at the front, directly against the glass -- the push of the crowd behind her meant that the only escape from the horror in front of her would come from blocking her vision. But she did not close her eyes. She did not look away. She watched as the ripples of muscle contractions ran up and down the man's body; rows and rows of cramping movements hitting every muscle in series, popping blood vessels and tearing at skin that was far too tight. She saw him strain against the restraints -- cables that were thick, strong, seemingly unbreakable -- his body fully arching up and away from the table. His core rose higher and higher as he rapidly trembled under the assault of his own body fighting the horrific implant. There were audible snaps, and the crowd behind Anabelle screamed. END: The rest can be found at https://www.worldanvil.com/w/cathedris-stormbril/a/dr-anabelle-evingston-person