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callsigncurse · 6 months

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meet me in the woods (jake seresin x reader)

Evergreen Falls, Oregon. A small town with a mysterious past and strange folktales, surrounded by forest and ocean. You're here because of your best friend, Natasha Trace, but it feels as though something else drew you to this picturesque little town. Pairing: Jake Seresin x Fem!Reader Warnings: This is an AU where mythical creatures exist. Werewolves are the main characters presented, but others are mentioned and may make an appearance later in the series. There are mentions of death (parental; reader's and Rooster's) and use of pet names, such as "pretty girl", "sweet girl" and "darlin'." Words: 4.7K

[part one of the evergreen falls series]

From the moment you crossed the border from California to Oregon, you knew that this was where you belonged. The forests, the skies, and the overall vibe were different from anything you'd ever known, and you wanted more than anything to stay.

However, it was easy to get lost. Your GPS had all but given up on you, and it took you until it was nearly too late to find your exit. It was hidden in the trees, and when you merged onto it, you wondered if this was a mistake and if it was leading you right off a cliff or something.

Despite that, you kept driving. The highway exit ended up leading you to a gravel road, and that gravel road led you to a sign. It was white with dark green writing, pointing you forward.

Evergreen Falls, 3 miles ahead

Population: 5,135.

A Great Place to Be!

You'd breathed out a sigh of relief, because this was exactly where you'd needed to go. You were excited; you had been driving for hours, and your body ached from sitting in your car for too long. You couldn't wait to get to town and get out of your car.

Thankfully, those three miles streaked by, and a break in the trees led you to the most beautiful little town you'd ever seen.

Nestled beneath the Pacific Coast mountain range, Evergreen Falls practically sparkled. The buildings all looked like they'd been freshly painted, with red brick inlay that hinted at them being a little older than this century. The streets looked new, but the streetlamps were definitely older and well taken care of.

The road took you to a street sign labeled Main Street, and you pulled your Jeep to the side of the street to park. After taking a moment to study your surroundings, you noticed the little businesses up and down the street. A boutique, a coffee shop called Top Bean, a realtor's office, and what looked to be a vintage record store. It really was a lovely little town, and you smiled to yourself.

Climbing out of your car, you grabbed your bag and stretched. It was cooler here than when you'd gotten into your car to leave California, but it wasn't too bad. Refreshing, even. It was a change, and that's exactly what you needed. You let yourself relax for a moment, feeling the wind ruffle the skirt of the sundress you'd thrown on back in California.

"Well, I've never seen you around before."

You whirled around, pressing a hand to your chest as your heart leapt inside your chest. You hadn't seen anyone on the street when you'd gotten out of your Jeep, so the voice had startled you.

He's standing with his hands in his pockets, a rather lanky gentleman wearing a godawful Hawaiian shirt over a white t-shirt. The ensemble was completed by a pair of grease-stained blue jeans and scuffed cowboy boots. You knew from your best friend's description of her friends that this was Bradley Bradshaw.

His lips twitched, making his mustache move in an amusing way. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. We just don't often get folks traveling through here. 'Specially not beautiful ones."

Cocking an eyebrow, you studied the man for another moment before you spoke. "So, you're Rooster." You had the pleasure of watching him narrow his eyes, staring at you suspiciously. "Or do you prefer Bradley?"

"How in the hell?" He steps closer, peering at you like he's trying to figure out who the hell you are. "How do you know my name? Have we met before?"

You just laugh. "It's nice to finally meet you, Bradley." You take a look around, your eyes drifting back over to the coffee shop. "Natasha told me all about you and your flirty ways."

"Goddammit, Phoenix. And you," He points his index finger at you and says, "You little shit, you scared the hell out of me." He gripes and then gestures for you to follow him. "She's working at the coffee shop today, and so is Coyote."

He opens the door for you, and you're met with the scent of coffee and the sounds of soft chatter. Natasha is behind the counter, and when the bell above you chimes, she finally looks up, locks eyes with you, and says your name. And then she's coming around the counter to launch herself at you, and the two of you almost tumble to the ground in a mess of flailing limbs and excited screams.

Bradley and the other barista are watching all of this with amusement, and neither man makes a move to get between you two.

"I can't believe you're finally here!" Natasha pulls away first, looking at your face like she's afraid you'll disappear if she looks away. "When did you get in? How are you? I thought you were still in California; you're weeks early!"

"I wanted to surprise you!" You explain excitedly. "I just couldn't wait anymore, so I packed everything up and headed straight here. The movers should be somewhere behind me; I think they said they're like forty minutes behind."

Nat's face is bright; she's basically glowing as she pulls you tight to her. It's the first hug you've gotten in days, and you tuck your face into the crook of her neck. She smells like baked goods, coffee, and the perfume she always wore in college when you first met her.

"God, I missed the way you smell. It's like the best thing ever." You tell her, pulling back so you can see her face again. "I'm so glad I'm here. I missed you so fucking much."

She laughs, and Bradley clears his throat from behind you. When you turn around, his arms are crossed over his chest, and he's looking at the both of you with amusement. "Guessing you two go way back?"

The barista that Nat was working with—Javy, it says on his nametag—snorts. "Obviously, Rooster." He smirks when Rooster's answer is a quick flash of his middle finger.

"We went to the same college." You explain, "Nat was studying business, and I was studying to become an English major. We bumped into each other at the campus coffee shop and became study buddies for the rest of our college years. I recently went through some changes, and I wanted to find somewhere new to live. Start over fresh, you know? So I decided to come here so I could live near my best friend."

Nat's hand slips into yours and squeezes gently. "It's seriously been way too long. That was mostly my fault; I got so busy trying to get this place up and running that I never had time for anyone or anything else."

"I can forgive you if you make me a Red-Eye Special." A concoction the two of you had come up with your junior year, the Red-Eye special was a latte with two extra espresso shots, mocha sauce, and topped with whipped cream and chocolate shavings.

She lets your hand go, a big smile on her beautiful face. "That's actually one of the most popular drinks here. I put it on the menu to make sure I always remember the best friend I ever had."

Bradley huffs indignantly at that, and it sends you both into a fit of giggles. While she goes to make your drink, you move to the bar top to sit and watch her. Bradley follows, taking a seat beside you. "I'll take a mocha frappe, Phoenix."

"You got it, Rooster."

You sit in a comfortable silence for a moment, taking in the coffee shop. It's exactly Nat's aesthetic, you think to yourself. There's band posters everywhere, a vintage jukebox in the corner, and the walls are all painted different and funky colors. The furniture is all well-worn but clearly loved. The pictures she'd texted you when she first opened didn't do the place justice. It was amazing.

"Hey Nat, how come you never told me about your absolutely gorgeous best friend before?" Bradley pipes up from beside you, prompting an eyeroll from you and Nat.

"I've mentioned her a lot over the years since I got back from college, Rooster. You're just a terrible listener."

They were still squabbling amongst themselves when the bell above the door suddenly chimed, announcing the arrival of a newcomer. Curious, you lean back on your chair slightly. Peering around Bradley's back, you catch sight of the person walking in through the door.

He's tall—ridiculously so. Like way over six feet, taller than Bradley's type of tall. His golden hair gleams under the soft light coming in through the windows, and his skin is a beautiful shade of tan. He has a slight beard, and the hair is a few shades darker than the hair on his head. More honey-colored than gold, you think to yourself. He's wearing a gray t-shirt with a dark green flannel; the sleeves are rolled up, and you take a moment to study his strong arms. His hands are massive too, and you know they'd dwarf yours. He's incredibly attractive, nearly angelic in his perfection.

Nat looks over her shoulder, offering a bright smile to the absolute god that just walked into her coffee shop. "Hey, Hangman. Want your usual?"

The man they call Hangman nods as he steps up to the counter, already pulling money out of his wallet. He slides a small stack of bills across the counter to Javy, dropping another bill into the tip jar afterwards.

He doesn't say a word as he passes behind you to the very last bar stool to wait for his order. You can't help but turn slightly in your seat, watching as he walks past you. Something about him seems so familiar to you, but you know you've never seen him before. You'd remember that face.

It's like he can feel your eyes on him because he turns his head, and suddenly you can see his eyes. They're green, a gorgeous shade of worn seaglass, or maybe green like the evergreens the forests around here were thick with. But whatever shade they were, they stole your breath.

He doesn't say anything at first; he just watches you, and the corners of his perfect pink lips lift. He's not totally smiling, but it's enough to get your pulse hammering wildly.

Your own answering smile is sweet, and he swallows thickly as he studies you. He seems to be contemplating something, and then his beautiful lips part. "Hi."

Everyone around you freezes. Bradley and Nat stop their good-nature squabbling, and Javy is openly staring with his jaw dropped. They'd only heard this man talk a handful of times in the last few years, and here you were, the newcomer, drawing him into a conversation.

You're paying zero attention to what just happened around you because you're too busy looking at him to notice. "Hi."

"I've never seen you around before." He remarks, his voice soft. It's got a nice gravel to it, deep and warm. "Are you new to town?"

You find yourself nodding, "I just got here. I came from California. San Diego, to be more specific." Your heart is still thrumming, and it's almost like he can hear it because he smiles. It's wide and boyish, and you're breathless.

"Will you be staying for long?" He gets up from his seat at the end of the bar and moves closer. You have to tilt your head back in order to see his face, but you don't mind.

"I'm moving here, actually." You explain, "I'm now the proud owner of the cottage over by the river. The one on Meadow Lane."

He nods slowly. "I know it. Nice place, not too far from the falls. I remember when the previous owner moved away to a bigger town; he just gave the place to the realtor, Beau Simpson. His office is across the street, in case you need to talk to him about anything."

Nat clears her throat, sliding your coffee across the countertop to you. "That place is nice. But are you sure that's where you want to live? There are plenty of houses here in town that aren't surrounded by the woods, you know? That place is kind of creepy looking at night."

You shrug, breaking eye contact with the beautiful man to look at your best friend. "I fell in love with the house, Nat. It's perfect for me—just the right amount of secludedness, but close enough to town that if I need anything, I can just run and get it. So yeah, I'm sure."

You turn your head again, and he's still watching you. The small smile returns to his lips when your eyes catch his once again. Holding your hand out to him, you say your name, and that smile widens. It's devastating in its beauty.

His hand dwarfs yours when he takes it, and it's unbelievably warm. His palm and fingertips are rough from work, you assume, and you love the way it feels against your soft skin. "Jake Seresin, but sometimes the others call me Hangman. I think I'd like it if you called me Jake."

There's a moment where you're so lost in his eyes that the rest of the world fades away. Something between you snaps into place—something entirely ancient and primal. It almost feels like something is now tying you to him, like a silver, shining chain stretching from somewhere in you to a similar point in him.

It feels like you loved him before, in another life.

"Hello, Earth, to space cadets." Javy is snickering, and Bradley is waving a hand between your faces to catch your attention. "The two of you just went someplace else."

Something that sounds eerily like a growl comes from Jake's direction, but when you look back at him, he just offers another soft smile. He looks suspiciously innocent, but you don't comment on that fact.

Nat comes over just then, sliding a small bag and a to-go mug across the counter over to Jake. "There, here's your order, Hangman. The scones are fresh, just how you like them."

Jake makes a sound like a happy little hum. "Thank you, Phoenix. Much appreciated."

He stands up from his seat next to you, the bag and cup cradled in his large hands. "I have to be getting back now. I'll see you around, right?" He's looking down at you, those bright green eyes searching your face. His expression looks strangely anxious, like he's afraid he's never going to see you again.

"Yeah, of course." You stand too, looking up at him. "Maybe you can show me around town sometime?"

He quickly switches the coffee cup into his other hand, balancing his to-go bag of baked goods on his arm. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out what appears to be a partially crumpled business card.

Jake Seresin Woodworker & Carpenter Office: 75 South Pine Ave. Evergreen Falls, OR

"Here, my cell is on there. Call me when you get settled, or if you just get bored and need a break from Bradley's terrible jokes."

Bradley makes another sound from behind you: "Fucking rude."

"That sounds good." You answer softly. "I'll see you around, Jake." Your heart flutters when his smile grows wider, and you think maybe you'd like to keep seeing that smile every day for the rest of your life.

"Bye, darlin'." He murmurs, turning away and making his way out of the coffee shop.

When he's gone, you turn back to the stares of your friends.

"What?"

It doesn't take long for you to receive the keys to your new home. The realtor that Jake had mentioned, Beau Simpson, "Cyclone to my friends," he'd said with a wink, was a helpful guy. He'd made the process of buying your cabin extremely easy, and you'd bunked with Nat for a few days while he got the place ready for you. You had the keys in your hand just four days after arriving in Evergreen Falls.

Night was falling, and you had just brought in the last box of your things from the moving truck. Nat's friends—Javy, Mickey, Bradley, Reuben, and Bob—had introduced themselves to you and offered to help you move in. Even Bradley's godfather—Maverick, he'd told you to call him—had taken a quick look around the place in case anything needed fixing.

Luckily, the place had come somewhat furnished, so you didn't really need to buy anything besides a new mattress. The rest of your stuff from your tiny apartment fits easily in your new home.

Bob and Bradley had already carried your new mattress in; Javy and Mickey were arguing over the way your bed frame was supposed to be put together; and Reuben and Maverick were looking over a leaky faucet in your bathroom. Nat and Maverick's wife, Penny, were putting away dishes in the cupboards of the kitchen.

Bradley was perched on your couch, trying to figure out how to get your WiFi to connect to your smart TV while Penny's daughter watched. She was giggling at him while he was muttering something to himself about 'stupid fucking technology' when your phone chimed.

Jake: It sounds like a circus over there.

What Jake had failed to mention was that when you moved in, the cabin half a mile down the road was owned by him. Not that you particularly minded, but it was nice to know that a friendly face was close by in case you needed something.

You'd texted him your number the night you'd met him, and it was a nice surprise to see him reach out. You smiled to yourself, worrying your lower lip between your teeth for a moment before you answered.

You: They mean well. I'm almost all moved in; I just need to get my bed together and fix the hole in the floor of my front porch, and I'll be all good to go. Jake: I can fix that, if you want. I can drop by tomorrow morning after my run. You: That'd be great! Thank you so much, Jake. Jake: No problem, pretty girl. You: Pretty girl, huh? That's sweet. And thank you again; that was sweet of you to say. See you tomorrow, Jake. Jake: Sleep tight.

The rest of the evening was spent tidying things up, sharing pizza, and goofing off with your newfound friend group. It had been pretty late when they all filed out of your new home, and you'd dragged yourself to your room and onto your new mattress for some rest. It had been a long week.

Maybe it was just the whole 'being alone in a new home' thing making you anxious, but before you fell asleep, you could've sworn you heard howling from somewhere out in the forest behind your new home. Before you can really think anything of it, sleep grabs ahold of you and drags you down deep.

The sound of knocking ends up dragging you out of a dream. You can't quite remember what it was about, but then you remember the howling from the night before, and you wonder if it has to do with that. The sun is filtering in through the window, but from the look of it, it is definitely still early.

You're still sleepy-eyed when you go to answer the door, and your hair is a little messy. You assume it's Natasha, or maybe Bradley, coming over to bug you. But when you open the door, you're met with the strong and tall frame of Jake Seresin, standing right there in your doorway.

Shit. You'd forgotten he was coming over to fix the porch.

You brush a lock of hair away from your left eye and tilt your head back, immediately melting when you see his face. "Hey."

"Hey yourself." He answers. He looks tired, with dark circles under his eyes, but he's smiling faintly. And then you watch as his gaze falls to your shoulder. Your too-big sleep shirt had slipped down, revealing more skin to him. His gaze is appraising as his eyes drift over your form, down to your bare legs. He must've liked what he saw, because the apples of his cheeks were pink now.

After clearing your throat, you could feel your own face heating up. "I woke up a little late and forgot you were coming. Sorry about me looking all, you know, messy."

"You look beautiful." He says in response. "I like this just as much as I liked that sundress you were wearing the first day I met you." He says it sweetly, and you can feel your pulse fluttering in your throat.

"Thank you, Jake." You murmur, "You're very kind." Your face is shy and pink. You wonder where this guy has been hiding himself all your life. "Um, I'll just run upstairs and get dressed. Feel free to come in if you want."

You don't wait for him to come inside; you just open the door a little wider and scurry away toward the stairs. It's not that you distrust Jake—just the opposite, in fact—you trust him a lot. Probably too much, considering the fact that you'd only had 1.5 conversations with the guy. Standing around in your little PJs is probably not the best move. You know you should probably look semi-decent while a man is working on your home.

You hurry into your bedroom, quickly swapping out what you're wearing for a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a t-shirt. It's the middle of summer and warm this time of year, but it's not nearly as bad as California. You hurriedly tug a brush through your unruly hair, trying to get it to settle down, and then hurry into your bathroom to brush your teeth. Your face is flushed when you look in the mirror, and you do your best to settle the sudden onslaught of nerves you're feeling.

When you come back down the stairs, Jake is standing in front of your fireplace with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. He's studying the photographs on the mantle above it—the photos of your family. Your mom and dad were in the majority of them, and Jake muses over how much you look like them both.

"Are you close with them?"

Stepping into the living room, you wrap your arms around yourself. It hurts you to think of them; the pain is still fresh even months later. "I was." Your voice is tinged with sadness, and he turns his head when you come up beside him. "They died earlier this year in a car accident. They were on their way home from a concert when a drunk driver hit them head-on."

After a long moment (where you think you've said the wrong thing), he slowly wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you gently toward him. You go to him without question, resting your head against his chest while his hand rubs your back in slow, soothing circles. You can feel his sorrow; he doesn't pity you, but he is sad for you.

You let yourself be comforted. You've only known him a few days, but it feels like he's always been with you. It's strange and probably insane, but you feel like there could be something there.

You really hope there's something there.

There's a feeling of light pressure against your skull, and you tip your head back so you can see his face. The smile he gives you is sweet, and your heart feels a little less heavy than it had a moment before.

"I should get started on the porch. Maybe after I'm done, I can take you out to breakfast? The hole isn't too big; it shouldn't take me more than an hour to fix it." He's smiling at you, and you can tell that he's nervous, too.

You nod, your eyes meeting his, and there's that feeling again. That pull between you is like a long chain connecting you to him, and it feels like it's always been there, even though you just met him for the first time a few days ago. You can't help but wonder if he feels it, too.

You let him go, and he grabs the tool bag he'd left by your front door. Not knowing what else to do, you drift out behind him with the intention of sitting on the porch swing. You just want to be near him, plain and simple.

You settle down on the swing, one leg bent on the seat while the other works to push you slowly back and forth. Jake is already at work, measuring and cutting things with a precision that amazes you. He's shed his flannel, leaving him clad in only a black t-shirt that looks worn and soft. You watch the way he moves, his arms when he lifts, and the way his chest and back fill out that t-shirt in a way that makes your mouth dry.

You haven't dated in a long time. You had so much going on with school, finding a job in your field, and then your parents' deaths that it was hard to make a solid connection with anyone around you. Plus, a lot of the time, the guys you met were either total jerks or just really weird. But Jake? Jake seemed different. He was quiet, kind, and helpful, and there was something there. Something deep-seated and amazing is just waiting to be unlocked.

Your phone chimes from where it's sitting on the porch swing next to you, and you pick it up to see a new text from Bradley.

Bradley: Hey, you. Are you up yet? You: Yeah, I'm awake! What's up? Bradley: The group is planning on going on a hike this afternoon to the falls, maybe swim a little, and have a picnic. You interested? You: Sounds awesome. Who all is going? Bradley: Everyone, just about. Maverick sometimes tags along, but he's taking Penny and Amelia out for their own day trip. You: Jake's with me; should I ask if he wants to come with me? Bradley: Good luck with that. Jake is kind of a lone wolf. Bradley: Also, why is Jake Seresin with you??? You: Carpenter services. He's fixing my front porch. I bet I can convince him to come with us. Wanna meet up at my place so we can all walk there together? Bradley: Yeah, we'll get there around 12. Javy and I are bringing food; Nat's bringing drinks. Think you could pick up some paper plates and napkins? You: On it.

"Hey, Jake?" He hums, looking up from his handiwork to meet your eyes. "The group is planning on coming over today at noon so we can all go to the falls and swim. Do you think I could convince you to come with?"

He looks like a deer in headlights for a moment, his eyes wide when he stares at you. "You... want me to go with you?" He asks slowly, his tone strangely disbelieving. It was like he couldn't quite believe that you'd extended the invitation to him.

"Well, yeah. Of course I do. And I'm sure everyone else would love to see you, too." You stop swinging, your head tilted in a way that kind of reminds him of a little deer. "Please? It'll be a good chance for you and me to hang out for a few hours. Plus, socializing would be good for you. I hear that you can be quite the recluse."

He snorts but doesn't say anything for a long time. You're almost afraid that he's going to say no to you, and then he sighs. "Alright, I'll go. But as long as you make me a promise,"

"Hm?"

"Never go into Evergreen Forest by yourself, especially at night." He seems anxious when he says it, standing up from where he's been working to cross over to you. "It's easy to get lost if you're not familiar with the area. People have up and gone missing because it's so easy to get turned around in there."

He crouches down, laying his hands on your knees. Even crouching, he's so tall that he's face-to-face with you. You're a little distracted by his eyes, and by the way his hands are deliciously warm and rough against your skin. "It's okay to go if at least one of us is with you, but you should never go alone. Okay?"

Normally, if a man tried to tell you to do something, you'd immediately roll your eyes and do it anyway. But there's an edge to his voice, and it sounds strangely desperate. So you look him in the eye and nod. "I promise."

#jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #top gun!au

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ancicntforged · 2 months

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The Imaginary Tree explained

The Imaginary Tree is the essence of omnipresent existence, the cosmic structure that gave birth to the many worlds in the Hoyoverse. Time flows in its trunk and branches into infinite worlds, & each of its branches is a form of civilization & each of its buds is the Past & Present.

The 'Time' in the Imaginary Tree is very different from the 'Real World' on a Conceptual Level and has different Law of Cause & Effect.

Time flows in the trunk of the Imaginary Tree. This means the Imaginary Tree is the root that gave birth to the Primitive Concept of Time and is considered the beginning and end itself.

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Here Nagamitsu gives a simple analogy about the Imaginary Tree. A server that holds all game data, has all kinds of mechanism tools to generate and create. And according to herself, there are Countless Worlds in the server and Nagamitsu is one of the characters in that game world.

According to Nagamitsu, the data that's already stored on the server cannot be changed. As for the server itself, she said there is no limit. The game server called Imaginary Tree can use its saved files at any time to generate new Parallel Universes. Just like servers in online games, universes can be opened, closed or even merged.

Nagamitsu Conversation

Imaginary Space

Imaginary Space is a space in-between real numbers & real space, where Honkai entities and Herrschers powers to defy physics directly come from, it's also the cause of supernatural influences that leak from the imaginary space into reality, causing honkai ranged activity across the world.

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Honkai originally belongs to the Imaginary Space, and when a collapse occurs, the Honkai Energy and Honkai Beast leaks out from the Imaginary Space to the Real Space, and the increase in energy causes catastrophic damage such as Honkai Eruption.

It is due to the nature of Honkai in Imaginary Space that the laws of physics in Real Space fail to follow, which is why the supernatural powers of the high-level Honkai Beasts and the Herrschers are able to defy the laws of physics.

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Imaginary Space

Firstly, an explanation on what an Imaginary Space is.

If this four dimensional space (space + time) is seen as a single "World Bubble", then all the space outside of this sphere would be Imaginary Space. Imaginary Spaces can exist in infinte amounts.

As the capability of Sirin is to connect the bond between spaces of real and imaginary numbers, she reflects what exists within the space of imaginary numbers into that of real numbers, in that manner transforming them into tangible objects. That is also why Judah was easily pierced by a Subspace Lance, as it was an intangible object prior to the transformation into a Subspace Lance, and as such could not interfere with objects existing within the space of real numbers. It is only as Sirin uses it that it acquires the various properties of tangible objects. As such Theresa is heavily harmed, as in that moment the Subspace Lance was completely reflected as a tangible, existing object.

Also, Imaginary Space is a place The Rule above all other existing Rules & the place where essence and roots were formed. Backed up again by Otto: Imaginary Space is "The place of the root of the universe, the place where the laws meet" the beginning of the place where the Universe was born & where the law met. The Imaginary Numbers framework / Space cannot be conceptualized by human logic or defined by physics.

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More detailed explanation about Imaginary Space according to Durandal.

Durandal also says something about Transcending Reality. Is this a metaphorical sentence? No, we can back it up in the Pre-Revelation story where Otto managed to save Kallen by creating a new reality/Posiblites in one of the stems in the Imaginary Tree.

That is to say… In order to reshape the world five hundred years ago, you must transcend reality, become part of the imaginary space, and become a "slave" of the imaginary tree…

In that miraculous moment, I was able to bring the power beyond reality from the "Tree of Imaginary Numbers" to the "Wedge of the World".

Conclusion

Suppose there is a room and in that space there is a large tree along with a vast ocean that has no end / endless.

We call this room = Imaginary Space

The tree we call = Tree of Life / Imaginary Tree

The oceans we call = Sea Of Quanta are oceans that contain dead Multiverse / Fallen worlds.

Imaginary Space encompasses a higher dimensional structure "Imaginary Tree & Sea of Quanta", this is enough to prove that Imaginary Space is also the same" as a "Higher Dimensional Object" where one of the criteria for obtaining a "Higher Dimensional Structure" is by the higher dimensional way is in the form of a large extra dimensional space that encompasses the lower plane and so on, simply put the Higher Dimensional Space exists as a hyperspace in the sense that it is a larger extradimensional space, and encompasses a lower dimensional framework.

For IMG Tree & SoQ, simply put The Imaginary Tree houses the Multiverses that are still alive (Living Worlds) / time is still running, Sea of Quanta Accommodates dead Multiverses (Fallen worlds) the time there has stopped, the world there has been cut off from history, the events there will also continue to repeat "/ stuck in an endless loop.

Imaginary Space does not fit into the "true nothing" criteria, from the context mentioned by Durandal only leads to "Empty Space" and nothing more, and the name alone can be a clue as to why Imaginary "Space". Which means Space still exists there.

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Each leaf containing an uncountable infinite number of 11-D universes.

The Quantum Sea is described as an 11-dimensional "ether bathtub" which is defined by Manifolds and Euclidian Geometry, and sits above the mathematical framework of fourth dimensional space.

The difference between a higher dimension and a lower one is compared to the difference between a reader and a novel

I'll follow thos up later with another Cosmology post on the Sea of Quanta too.

#cosmology #imaginary tree #the reason im putting this into context is so people understand why i say kiana is stupid powerful after transcending finality +#the imaginary tree itself #long post #before you ask #yes this applies to the entire honkai verse #this means GGZ HI3 HSR and Genpact

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emmys-grimoire · 1 year

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I love Solomon. But when he told us that we mustn't talk about the future, to avoid a kind of butterfly effect...yeah. It's makes sense.

But- He's doing more "changing future acts" than us 🙃 Like, the sole fact he introduce us as his apprentice is as itself can cause many paradox. He also meets most of the brothers centuries -even millenials- before he did it in our present, like Asmo for example. At this point I think the timeline is already twisted enough without us...

I'm also questioning what's happen to the original "Past Solomon". Did he fuse with Present Solomon like MC in lesson 16 of the first game ? In that case, if he did not have some mysterious scheme when he came and told us the truth about everything, didn't he took something like, a big risky decision...? He told us he don't even remember why Barbatos have a grudge against him at this time, because he lived a long time. What if he did some something in the human world after the Celestial War he don't remember doing and change the future ?

And, if the Past and Present Solomon didn't fuse to avoid this "I didn't do what I did in the past because I forgot I did it", we actually have two Solomon in the timeline. So. Past Solomon learning is the human world he is in the Devildom with his non-existent apprentice is a whole comedy in my head.

Well. Time travel and paradox are hard topics and can depends on what kind of time rule the creator made. I know I bothering with things that can be explain by "You going to far in the reflection" but like travel offer so much possibility that I can't help myself. (And, I would love to tease Solomon about this. "Yeah. I must not risk to change the timeline to the point I wouldn't even being born. But what are you doing ?")

Aaaand. Everything could be explained with a little time loop in these events and some erased memories .

Mc time travel to OBN -> Doing our stuff in OBN and be back at our time -> Our existence is erased from memories -> The bros and everyone of the past live their life like if we didn't meet -> Mc coming to the exchange program and living OB events -> Mc time travel to OBN

So it would mean that everything we do in Nightbringer was already did. And the bros of the future just forgot.

The erased memories trump card is useful when dealing with immortal beings and time travel.

(Perhaps this had an answer in the lesson-A after lesson 7. I'm still debloking them-)

Yeah Obey Me! does a terrible job keeping their time travel rules consistent, which is why I'm not a fan of them using it again. They established in Lesson 16 that Barbatos can literally just eliminate and merge timelines as he likes so any time paradoxes are trivial at best. They made him way too OP for this universe and that'll be hard to roll back or justify retroactively changing.

I don't think Barbatos did any memory altering. That's not in his wheelhouse.

But I don't think there's been any merging yet, either. There are two Solomons running around as far as I know, but the past Solomon just simply isn't in the Devildom at this point in time. I wouldn't be surprised if Solomon knows exactly what he did to Barbatos in the past -- even if the exact details are foggy -- and he's just not terribly forthcoming to us about it. If he was merged with his past self, those memories would be more fresh, not less.

I do wonder what happens when/if past Solomon tries to summon Barbatos now, though, or if he suddenly has a pact with Asmodeus now that he can't explain. It's clear that Solomon expects what we may do here could alter the present timeline -- and it's dumb for him to expect there to be no changes -- but he should know he has Barbatos in his back pocket, too.

Honestly I don't think I'm going to even try keeping track of it all...

#obey me nightbringer #obey me spoilers #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me solomon #ask #obey me barbatos

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the anatomy of time

i love meeting past loves.

they're the first person you spot in a crowd, you can just sense that they're here; your body is attuned to their spirit forever.

no matter where i go, no matter how much time lays between us, there is always that string of fate that connects us.

there is a fondness in my heart for past loves, for they are checkpoints of who i was in the past.

i always love it when i see these past loves unexpectedly — at events i had no plan to go on, at cities that i've never visited before — meeting them in places that neither of us should've been at, but somehow still ended up.

timelines merge as my present self sits to witness the future unfold, but i catch the past walk through the door. it's a beautiful event, something i hold more dear than any cosmic event.

3 universes collide, with enough force to create a black hole or an entirely new galaxy— that's the beauty of these chance-encounters.

meeting new people is great, but nothing is as meaningful as seeing a past heartbreak.

this poem is my original piece. if you enjoyed reading, i encourage you to reblog as that helps creators like me more than likes do! :)

#yns world #poetess #poetry #writers and poets #poem #poetscommunity #poetess writes

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hello :) i saw your posts about lu and idk if you were gauging interest in people hearing your opinions. personally i would be super interested in reading what specifically about every lu character is ooc! i am similarly frustrated with the current dominance of lu characterizations in fandom as a ww fan. ive been following for a while i just logged into this side account because i am scared to ask on main :( i hope you do not mind the somewhat bare blog. thank you!

oh my god oh my god oh my god someone wants my opinion??? do u wanna make out???? u do not understand the power u r giving me rn u do not understand how annoying and nitpicky and very passionate i can get specifically about lu bc i care so much about link its unreal and also bc i just like things like linkedmaze, dimensional links, and minaslinkverse better characterization wise bc to me they have shown the "found family links meeting up" thing a lotttt better than lu when i still read it

but to be fair i STOPPED reading around the part where four split due to the way the lu community reacting to the person with DID, a very stigmatized disorder who genuinely just wanted Jojo to acknowledge they messed up in the past and present and didnt like the vauge ass apology she gave making me actually disgusted. ppl talk about accountability then rallied against 1 tumblr user who was uncomfortable bc ppl liked Jojo's comic so she doesnt have to explain that now she respects nonbinary ppl and understands how past things were wrong for her to say we just infer this bc lu good :/ like hey maybe Jojo owned up to it afterwards or something bc she made 2 apologies that would make a YouTuber blush so i was done w/ the community and it was only rlly after that and after i played a few of the actual games + read some mangas i realized wow actually i do not like lu as much as i thoguht i did they butchered my boy, also i feel i should say it literally wouldnt matter to me do what u want in ur au but lu is now a fandom of its own and its influenced a lot of other aus and interpretations of link so i do take issue w/ how ooc these guys end up being

OK HERE R THE MOST BASIC ISSUES W/OUT GETTING INTO EACH LINK RN:

for one i dont know for me having link as a secret hoarder who would rather DIE than use the full scope of his abilities around OTHER HEROS is just no bc thats fucking stupid levels of wanting to appear normal around OTHER HEROS possiblly the ONLY other ppl to ever understand what u r going through

for me having every single link act like a frat boy/standard teenage white boy who is emotionally constipated is a no??? have u SEEN link he is so sociable and kind and understanding to other ppl WHY r the links like this, so many fics just...make them stew in their issues for angst and not trust the others and be incredibly insecure about the other heros(which is lu canon for at least hyrule and wind i think?) and like ok that is definitely fine for 1 link but why r they all like this in the games link is clearly not like that he wouldn't be this closed off and wouldn't hesitate so much like my dude he just inserts himself into other ppl's lives to make them better than leaves he wouldn't pussyfoot around other heros like what

also another major issue is the mergings just lead to certain characterizations or important backstory for certain links(FOUR. LEGEND.) being completely erased and the nuance of their journeys lost like when u merge links who r canonically 100s of years apart not just in the timeline but in the GAMES? yeah u lose things that make that link special

also bc u mentioned wind waker i found it kinda fucked up that wind waker link was delegated to The Kid TM even tho his entire journey was about moving on from the past to a brighter future and he took on the mantle left behind by the hero of time on his own volition and did what Time COULDN'T do which is kill Ganon but he is constantly underestimated and made into the Kid Who Wants Approval trope specifically around Time which sucks ass ngl he deserves to be an equal him still being a kid while the others got to grow up, including Four who's first journey arguably would have been a better fit for this archtype of wide eyed kid, is just side lining one of the most interesting links especially considering most of the other links were YOUNGER than him when they started

this is all general stuff plus 1 of my issues w/ Wind bc ur a Wind Waker fan bc as a Spirit Track fan i feel a kinship, im gonna make another post for specifically each link breaking down my issues w/ how they r portrayed later bc rn it is 8am and i ment to just say haha ty for the permission but then my inner ranter came out i am INCAPABLE of being normal about lu especially after i actually experienced zelda games bc lu was my FIRST introduction to zelda outside of smash bros lol

toast if u r reading this say rip to ur dms bc i am once more gonna talk to u about a comic for a videogame franchise u only know about due to my rambles and forcing u at gunpoint to learn about link...godspeed comrade

#trix posts #linked universe #rant #kinda?#ask #toast's dms r were i go to complain about lu bc they also do not like it bc i keep complaining about it #also bc from what they have seen of lu they just do not like it

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𝙇𝙖 𝙡𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 💃🕺: Film Conventions

Musicals have grown to be one of the most popular forms of artistry in the past decade that have carried unto our century. From Singing in the rain (1952) to Sweeney Todd (1982) all the way to the smash-hit Hamilton (2015), the theatrical expression of where life-meets-song reverberates within us in a way other art forms can’t. One of the largely successful hits of our modern day and age, La la land, waltzes in with a fresh perspective of reality while simultaneously incorporating elements and paying homage to the older classics. Directed by Damien Chazelle, La La Land bestows a technicolor world of music and dances and ultimately, dreams.

In this blog today, I am going to discuss specific musical conventions adjacent to the movie itself, and how Chazelle was able to both challenge and fulfill it.

The Planetarium Scene

The five minute extract I chose for this blog would be the planetarium scene.

In this scene, it is supposedly the end of their night together, but Mia suggests they go to the planetarium. They sneak in, and because of the late hour the place is empty. One element worth mentioning in this scene is the slow fade out of the backdrop and fade into the observatory. This style of scene switching is also evident in Old Hollywood musicals.

Another musical convention already very evident within the scene is the background music playing. When music starts in a musical, the audience can usually expect a song and dancer number to follow through, and it does. There are no words exchanged by the two, only a silent mutual understanding permeates the air and as if on cue, Sebastian takes her hand and they start to dance inside the large room. This is something present within all musicals, bursting into song and dance without explanation. Chazelle wanted to convey how musicals hold a sort of vocabulary, and the way Mia and Sebastian feel- something too entirely unique and special to be conveyed through language. The passion of the character is too great within that moment, or their emotions are too strong, and so they would simply have to break into a song.

One unconventional element of the scene was the use of technical detail to create a picture where Mia and Sebastian dance amongst the stars suspended in the galaxy. Even this level of extravaganza would be excessive for normal musicals, but it does not go without purpose. When Mia and Sebastian lift off, the movie is showing us how they feel. With flatter, less believable characters, this sort of extravagant visual metaphor would come across as if La La Land is trying to project something onto them. Instead, the movie’s wilder impulses feel as if they emanate from inside the characters and the joyous, tumultuous relationship they share. This dance is not grounded within physical, but emotional reality. (Suderman. P, 2016)

They exchange their first kiss here and the shot ends with an "iris out," in the style of the old romantic movies.

All in all, I believe that Damien Chazelle was able to merge the old and the new in such a way that the pieces do not merely fit together, but blend in to create something entirely new.

I would also like to discuss the social and economic messages Chazelle wanted to get through to every viewer out there. These mainly being unequal opportunities. The Hollywood industry is infamously known for being cut-throat, meaning it is very competitive and the successful are those at the very top. If artists are unsuccessful, they could be making much lower than the minimum wage and struggle to support their basic needs. This is a projection of Chazelle’s real life experience, and how he initially struggled until he was able to find a production company willing to budget La La Land.

The movie shows us that these are not people who merely become stars, but the harsh truth of talent being lost to reality. If you are more well-off or financially stable, the more chances you have of making it big. This is what Mia and Sebastian struggled with since they are middle-class citizens who are self-supported financially.

In the world of La La Land, where the lines blur and one cannot tell where reality ends and where dreams start, Chazelle teaches us a most important lesson:

Dreams require sacrifices.

#la la land #analysis #mia and sebastian

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Multiverse Of Master Lawrence - Conclusion

Part 1

Superman took the sky on my command he is soaring through space.

His air bubble blows apart as he speeds our

furthermore.

He stops in the middle space coming in to contact with a spaceship.

He uses his palm to place a hold on it stop it from moving anywhere past him.

He uses his eyes to create a hole with his eyes.

Flying in to space ship he shoots up break in from the floor to the ceiling.

“Who dares to cross and enter my ship?”

“My name is Superman”

“What do you desire?”

“I claim you in the name of The Court of Lawrence.”

��Get off my name ship now”

“You are coming with me”

One hand in grasp he takes off holding The Captain Kirk by the collar.

I can feel his mental waves connect to me as my body falls in to slumber.

I wake up in space with ability to breath due to my magic abilities.

I snap my fingers creating a trace of a blue print expanding.

The construction takes flight bringing the concept to reality,

A ship is born we hope on heading to the nether reaches.

“Black Bolt King of Inhumans”

“Great! Nice to meet you”

“Will you follow or fight?”

“Stare in my eyes”

“Sleep”

“Can’t fight me”

The Black Bolt knees in total surrender to me with orders.

He stood up standing next to me awaiting my orders as expected.

I par his back with a smile as he hold me even tighter.

“Kill them”

“Save us”

“Decimate”

Back in my realm on earth a beacon alert alarm system rings.

I am off my throne to see a portal opening up in front of me.

Out walks Reed Richards white hair in all with this face.

Johnny Storm exist by his side leaning on him in jest.

“Enough you too”

“We are here to put a end to your reigns”

“You kill my sister”

“Boo hoo boo”

“What?”

Part 2

- Snap -

I clap my hands in a symphonic wave that will cause the floor to light up.

“Chris”

“Take a dive”

“In to the water”

“Why?”

“For your present”

“Drop him”

“Yes Master”

“Aaaahhhhh”

Chris falls through the water in to the new dimension soaking wet.

A long shadow of a man stares down the alley way he drops.

He rose to his feet meeting him face to face with love.

“Who are you?”

“Josh Dallas”

“No I am “

Chris touches his shoulders forcing his mind in to his.

Josh attempts to fight him only for the gate to open.

Chris feels the flood of memories merge with his.

A fan of his new show Josh willingly accepts his new programming.

He wakes up in awe of his king knees down under him.

“Prince Philip of Sweden is here”

“What really?”

“Yes Master”

“Introduce me”

“Hell my Name is “

“Prince Philip”

“I know”

“I am Chris”

“Lovely to meet you”

“Take my hand”

“Yyyyeeeessss”

“Who am I?”

“My Prince”

“What can I do for you?”

“How may I serve you?”

“Get me these two guys”

A day later Adam Charlton is mindless and empty.

He is being cart wheeled in to the main room of the venue.

“I am here to obey”

Kirill Khudaev is super hot bodybuilder type in to submission.

“Do you like it?”

“Submit to me”

“Do as I say “

“You will obey “

“As you wish”

The end

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Chapter 12: Favorite Mistake

I watched the first drop of rain begin to fall from the window of my office lining the sidewalk below. Lost in thought, it wasn’t until Marnie’s not-so-subtle cough, that I turn in my heels and face my assistant. A smile slowly etched on my lips. “You keep sneaking up on people like that, and one of these days I’ll drop dead.” Narrowing my gaze playfully as I take the short strides towards my desk, sitting down slowly.

“Was that before or after your ex-boyfriend sat in your interview…” I could sense the snicker and I had been vague about his involvement in the company. Truth be told until the moment I sat down with the board I had no idea that he was in fact part of it. Mentioning being a man who had his fingers in many pies… Consider my shock to see him standing there. In all his ridiculous glory.

“Do you miss him?” Her voice falls quiet and I know she’s been tiptoeing around this question for months. “No, I don't” It wasn’t as if I was lying to myself, it was a memory one with ragged edges that I knew touching would cut deep but at least I would be reminded that it was real.

•••

“Josie, a word.” Mr Collins knuckles wrapped on my door before entering my office, sitting down on the seat adjacent to my desk. “Before you ask, my answer is no.” Dropping the red editing pencil from my fingers before leaning back on my chair. “You don’t know what I’m about to ask…” I could hear the amusement laced in his voice.

“That I would go to London and represent the company… I spent the best part of six months there. During a global pandemic might I add.” Letting out a small laugh, I pull off my glasses rubbing the bridge of my nose. “You see why it should be you, he’s coming here Thursday to discuss the contract of merging the companies together.” Mr Collins smooths down the front of his tie.

My eyes suddenly bulge from the socket, as I try and comprehend the last part. “Here. In New York. Thursday.” Feeling no more blonde than that sentence I just stuttered out. “That’s what I said, Jayden Mesford is coming to New York.”

“He speaks very highly of you Josephine… apparently your contributions during your time in London have been highly praised. His recommendation alone set you up for this position…”

“Mr Collins…” I begin but am quickly cut off by as he rises to his feet. Shuffling to a stand knocking over my chair in the process. “Have a goodnight Josie.”

“Goodnight, Mr Collins.”

•••

Thursday arrived in record time and in typical Josie fashion, I was pacing the length of my office. Two years had passed and yet my past had the ability to knock loud and clear in my present. My eyes drifted to my manicure fighting the urge not to bite away at the tips, a nervous habit I had long thought I had passed yet my thumb edged closer to my lips.

“Josie.”

Marnie’s voice boomed throughout my office as I clutched my desk in an attempt not to fall flat on my ass. “Fuck. ME!” I muttered as I took a steady breath hoping to calm my now rapid breathing. “You’ll be the reason I’m dead before 30.”

“Are you ready?” I shook my head, that familiar façade falling into place as my lips lifted into the signature smile. “You realise I can see right through that grin, Tanner.” Marnie’s shoulder knocked into mine playfully as she grabbed her iPad and walked towards to door. The elevator ride to the boardroom was done in silence a rarity for the both of us but she knew I was lost in my head.

I pushed out of the elevator as soon as the metal doors opened my signature heels clicking against the floor I stopped abruptly in my stride. Like something I couldn’t explain I felt him before I saw him, the familiar feeling of in my gut that caused the hair to rise against the nape of my neck. Turning slowly in my heels to meet him face to face, that damn smile of his plastered across his face. Diverting my gaze towards Marnie whose watching this exchange like an HBO special.

“Missed me, Princess?”

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Nirmalya Kalash: Bridging Tradition and Sustainability for Eco-Friendly Festivals

In India, religious festivals like Ganesh Chaturthi and Durga Puja are celebrated with great joy and tradition. One important part is immersing idols in water bodies. However, this leads to pollution from the materials used for idols and the waste produced during immersion, known as Nirmalya waste. The effects of Nirmalya waste on the environment have come to light more and more recently. This has led to a number of attempts to identify long-term ways to efficiently handle this trash. One such initiative taken by Swift Technoplast is of manufacturing and supplying Nirmalya Kalash, which is revolutionizing Nirmalya waste management practices.

What is Nirmalya Kalash? Nirmalya are sacred leftovers from Hindu offerings. They can be anything from flowers to fruits, and they're offered to deities during worship ceremonies. However, the disposal of Nirmalya poses a significant environmental challenge, particularly during festivals when the volume of offerings surges. Here steps in the Nirmalya Kalash, a simple yet ingenious solution. Instead of discarding Nirmalya directly into water bodies like rivers and lakes, devotees place them in designated Kalash (pots) at collection points. These Kalash serve as repositories for Nirmalya, facilitating its organized collection and subsequent eco-friendly processing.

How Nirmalya Kalash acts as a bridge between tradition and sustainability? 1. Preservation of Tradition: Nirmalya Kalash honors age-old religious practices deeply ingrained in Indian culture. Nirmalya Kalash respects and preserves the traditional offerings made during festivals. By following these rituals, it keeps the connection with the past alive, helping communities maintain their cultural identity and heritage.

2. Adaptation to Modern Challenges: While rooted in tradition, Nirmalya Kalash adapts to contemporary environmental challenges. Recognizing the detrimental impact of traditional Nirmalya disposal methods on water bodies, this practice offers a sustainable alternative. By channeling Nirmalya into designated Kalash for eco-friendly processing, it addresses concerns about water pollution and waste management, showcasing a willingness to adapt tradition to meet present-day needs.

3. Community Participation and Collaboration: Nirmalya Kalash encourages active participation and collaboration within communities. Volunteers, religious organizations, and local authorities come together to set up collection points, manage Nirmalya disposal, and process organic waste. This team effort goes beyond individual convictions and differences to promote a sense of unity and shared responsibility. It strengthens the ties of community and tradition while highlighting the effectiveness of group effort in tackling environmental concerns.

4. Education and Awareness: Nirmalya Kalash raises awareness about environmental issues and encourages sustainable practices. They use outreach programs, educational initiatives, and social media campaign to teach people about responsible waste management and how their actions affect the environment. By connecting traditional rituals with caring for the environment, Nirmalya Kalash helps people make eco-friendly choices.

5. Integration of Indigenous Knowledge: Nirmalya Kalash combines ancient wisdom with modern science to tackle environmental issues. It uses traditional composting and waste management methods passed down through generations. By merging old practices with new technology, it offers a complete approach to sustainability that values and utilizes indigenous knowledge.

Conclusion: Tradition and sustainability may coexist together, as demonstrated by Nirmalya Kalash, a living example. It creates a path towards a sustainable future by adopting the environmental demands while honouring the traditions of the past. Nirmalya Kalash encourages people and communities to enjoy their cultural heritage while actively participating in the preservation of the environment by serving as a link between tradition and sustainability.

#Nirmalya kalash #plastic products #plastic industry #plasticmanufacturer #Nirmalya kalash near me #swifttechnoplast #swifttechnoplastprivatelimited

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koʊroʊnzoʊn

"When you gaze into the abyss the abyss gazes into you" --Friedrich Nietzsche The name of the Dweller in the Abyss is koʊroʊnzoʊn, but he is not really an individual. The Abyss is empty of being; it is filled with all possible forms, each equally inane, each therefore evil in the only true sense of the word—that is, meaningless but malignant, in so far as it craves to become real.

These forms swirl senselessly into haphazard heaps like dust devils, and each such chance aggregation asserts itself to be an individual and shrieks, "I am I!" though aware all the time that its elements have no true bond; so that the slightest disturbance dissipates the delusion just as a horseman, meeting a dust devil, brings it in showers of sand to the earth. Listen:

Infinity Symbol (666) by Aphrodite's Child

koʊroʊnzoʊn (/Choronzon/) is a demon or devil that originated within writing with the 16th century occultists Edward Kelley and John Dee within the latter's occult system of Enochian magic.

In the 20th century, this spiritual dark entity became an important element within the mystical system of Thelema, founded by notorious occultist Aleister Crowley, where he is the Dweller in the Abyss, believed to be the last great obstacle between the adept and enlightenment.

koʊroʊnzoʊn is described as changing shape, which is read variously as an account of an actual metamorphosis, a subjective impression of Neuburg's, or fabrication on Crowley's part.

Thelemites believe that if he is met with proper preparation, then his function is to destroy the ego, which allows the adept to move beyond the Abyss of occult cosmology.

'naked savage', forcing him to drive it back at the point of a dagger.

"Mass of koʊroʊnzoʊn" is a ritual with the purpose of casting the energy of one's ego into the universe to effectuate an unknown desire.

deluded search for a false Holy Guardian Angel, or anything which the magician would mistake for his own profound genius itself.

Yet, koʊroʊnzoʊn might merely be the whisperings of obsession borne from a misguided quest for a spurious Holy Guardian Angel, or any phantom mistaken by the magician as the echoing grandeur of his own hidden genius.

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Hermetic Library, Chaos Magick Further Readings >

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koʊroʊnzoʊn lurks in the Abyss, he is Lord of shadows and darkness. He helps you look deep into the dark parts of your personality and mind to free yourself from your past. In many paths his function is to destroy the ego, which allows the Magician to move beyond the abyss of occult cosmology. In truth we do not cross the abyss once but many times in life, whenever we under take serious shadow work and self-reflection, or go through an initiation or rite of passage. It's the rich and powerful cycle of spiritual death and rebirth.

Each time we cross we integrate more of our shadow, as we cyclically uncover profound truths and revelations as we reflect in the dark mirror of our soul. Here koʊroʊnzoʊn waits for us, to guide us through the Shadow Lands.

The abyss can be a scary place, it is meant to be.

"Everything is superfluous and resplendent. The filthy iridescent puddles of diesel, the wreckage plagued by rust, the desperate vegetation crawling with parasites in the cracks of the concrete."

Here the shadow lie we don't want to face but know we must to evolve. A Magician has to make this inner journey through their lives to be at their full potential. There is no turning back. This Powerful attunement calls on the practitioner to remove their ego and gaze at themselves without flinching to explore their own dark side. koʊroʊnzoʊn will work with you to fully merge with your shadow self and be able to explore your memories and emotions and transmute negative feelings into positive energies to absorb that will increase your personal power in the present. Work with him to destroy your ego, let yourself flow as a Magician. Experience the power of death and rebirth. For confronting your inner demons, with koʊroʊnzoʊn at your side, learn to accept them and forgive them and use their energies to make you stronger as he helps you heal your past wounds. As master of the abyss, koʊroʊnzoʊn is Lord of the Shadow realms. He will work with your shadow to integrate it back yourself and turns the shadows cruel whispers into positive reflections.

#katadesmoi #Spotify #koʊroʊnzoʊn #Aphrodite's Child

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prettycoloursblackthoughts · 2 years

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How do I tell you that I never stopped loving you? The thing about love is that it never really goes away; especially not the love that forms at your core. You’ve been within me since I met you.

I have loved you, loved you and loved you and loved you and loved you for as long as I can remember. Maybe not in the ways we sometimes wanted for one another but for me, it’s always been there.But love means letting you go and so.. I let you go.

To Be who you are and take the journey you needed to. Whenever our paths led, in one way or another you have been beside me. I come to you when there is nothing around me; when I feel despair and mostly lost. My little star you have been the light for me. Sometimes home is a person and that’s you.

When I thought I had to love you from afar, I made peace with it; Settling into a veil that rarely slipped so I could keep you close. My little star, but now where things are - if not now then when? When when when when when, if not now?

Where are you expecting to find love? A love that’s right… Darling, open your eyes.

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There were standards for when Satoru got ideas about cursed spirits that would fit Suguru's arsenal; it had to be strong, obviously, or at least offered a unique utility.

Today's spirit fit none of those criteria. It wasn't even the one Satoru had come to exorcise, just a weak spirit drawn to the much more powerful curse at the run-down bar; but the moment he'd pulled a terrified and confused non-sorcerer out of its grasp, he knew he couldn't let this one go.

A kissing curse. While Satoru could think of no practical uses for it...it's too funny to let go of. So he simply let it live, and put up a barrier to keep it in place.

[Got a spirit for you. Come.] Was all that he texted along with the address.

His hand had been firm on the train handle, swaying left and right gently with each bump over the tracks. Rays of sunlight passed him by through the finger-prints littering the glass. Ever so often, a shoulder would bump into his bicep, a hand would brush past his hip. The musty stench was a bit better than a bus, but Suguru still couldn't wait to get back to his dorm, wash the gunk from his recent mission off of himself and cleanse his pallate in the cafeteria — hopefully be on time to catch 'Dangerous Beauty' with Yu, meet Nanami for judo later...

The buzz on his thigh sours the dreamy tone of his thoughts. He digs the flip-phone out after excusing a nudge from some passenger beside him. Satoru's contact photo pops up, complete with the googly eyes Shoko editted over his sunglasses. In turn, a thin brow quirks. He vaguely recognizes the location. Suguru's technique differed from most in how it was developed — he had to hunt for good additions to his arsenal a lot. As a result, he moved around a lot and had gotten quite good with navigation. Violet eyes instantaneously snapped to the trainline map above him, counting the stops for a detour. As if on cue, his stomach grumbled.

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An expression of gratitude he would soon come to regret, upon being faced with the spirit in question. Satoru should have learned the hard way ( with a lump on his head ) not to waste his time on lesser ones, but alas... the more Suguru gawked at it squirming and squelching through the barrier, the more he started to think he hadn't. If the energy eminating from it was any telling, that was semi-grade two at most. And what's worse is he could tell from the residuals that a better one had been present.

So, this was a prank then.

Just because it was ... funny looking. He took a moment to watch it wiggle and smack its impossibly swollen mouths; envisioning what it would look like for someone to be caught in that thing's grip — non-fatally, but uncomfortably enough for them to wish it was fatal. Okay, that was a little funny to think about. There's a small quiver to his lip when he bites down a smile that threatens to blossom and give his own amusement away; because he's still mad at Satoru for dragging him all the way here just for a laugh!

Even though, Yaga-sensei has advised him to keep collecting even the weaker ones as they come, claiming they will become more useful once he masters merging them and upcycling the lower grades.

Nonchalantly, Suguru's bruised knuckles splay to tug at the invisible threads holding it together; one by one, they begin to fall off and unravel. Through the corner of his eye, he catches tufts of white; those six eyes have seen him wrap much stronger spirits, so Satoru must know from the mere twitch of his fingers now, just how easy this one is. Orchestrated by some irksome kissing noises, it gets wrapped up in a ball like yarn and Suguru holds the unimpressive dark orb between his fingers. He refuses to let his friend catch the merest glimpse of frustration on his visage, turning away from him to throw it back in one loud gulp.

It tastes like tongues dipping in and out in an inebriated state, the disappointment of having your first kiss wasted on a man with dog breath and the despair of watching someone you'd longed for indulge a stranger's lips instead. Suguru slips out his pack of mints and pops one in quickly, subtly clearing his throat before he turns. There's a moment where they're just staring at each other and Suguru can just read how eagerly his friend is anticipating him to lash out. The only reason that curse remains tucked in his arsenal and not immediately unleashed on the other, is because it would be too obvious. In fact, Satoru probably expects it.

Suguru's eyes narrow over the decision to turn the warfare psychological instead. With the same tranquility of slow-moving clouds harboring thunder; he digs his hands in his pockets and quirks a brow.

❝ Satoru — are you still at that age when you think kissing is funny? ❞

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