#this image radiates so much power and fear

[alwayscorvus]

What are lions truly scared of

What are lions truly scared of

half-lion!Jing Yuan x malereader, fluff

Jing Yuan resembled a lion in many ways.

Lions stood out with their bushy mane, one that was incredibly similar to Jing Yuan's. Long, thick, messy. Extremely difficult to control.

Lions weighed around 420 pounds*. Known for their massive build. Their mass and strength allowed them to hunt and fight for their pride. Exactly as in case of Jing Yuan who had a powerful physique, which made masculinity radiate from him. By his very appearance, Jing Yuan woke awe and fear in eyes of his enemies.

Lions were "kings of the jungle". They kept watch over other animals. Just like Jing Yuan, who ruled Xianzhou Luofu thanks to his role as one of leaders.

Lions mostly didn't raise their offspring, leaving that to lionesses to do. Despite this, they always protected the youngest ones. Maybe that's why Jing Yuan often put off teaching Yanqing and preferred not to assign him difficult tasks through which he could get hurt.

Lions were known for performing outstanding hunts. Choosing right time, adjusting their attack tactics and observing their prey for a long while. When working as a team and carefully following tasks instructed to them, lionesses were able to knock down a giraffe that greatly surpassed them. Perhaps this is why Jing Yuan was such a great strategist. His skills worked well both in chess and on battlefield. Man didn't act by impulse, he thoughtfully chose his next steps. He knew that not all attacks should be responded to, and even if, it wasn't necessary to do that immediately. Sometimes it was better to wait for the right moment. Slow action and "patience" also allowed Jing Yuan to not get too much tired...

Lions became exhausted easily and run only on short distances. So you could say that Jing Yuan had in genes this laziness and dullness which he was always showing.

That's why it wasn't surprising when, during transformation of some of Luofu's residents, Jing Yuan was one of them.

Yes, at some point the nation over which Jing Yuan held custody began to change. At first Xianzhou Luofu was just an unusual and wonderful place inhabited by many different species. The most popular of them were of course Foxians, Vidyadharas and Xianzhou Natives. The last one were previously famous only for their long-living. They didn't show any animal traits in their apperance. Over the years, however, this began to change. Mutations weren't common, but despite that, in some individuals they suddenly triggered the appearance of parts unusual for human body. Tails, horns, extra ears, claws, scales, anything that just referred to animals that Natives personified.

Because of that, an already perfect image of General was enhanced by a pair of white lion ears and a long, swift tail.

However, that was not what caught your attention. Rather it was a Jing Yuan's strange behavior.

At first, you thought you only imagined it or that it was just a pure coincidence. Over time, however, you found that Jing Yuan was really avoiding you on purpose.

At Louofu celebrations, by the time you were able to push through the crowd to where Six Charioteers were standing, Jing Yuan had always managed to change his position. Leaving behind only sight of departing shadow and ruffles of his robe waving in the wind.

When you visited Divine Foresight for business matters, you could never find Jing Yuan. When you asked about him, you were told that man had left only seconds before you arrived. Or even better, that at that day he wasn't there at all. And you could have sworn that behind the closing door to one of the back rooms, you saw a long, white tail frivolously levitating in the air.

However, you got really fed up with all that when Jing Yuan sent his representatives to consultation with you instead of showing up himself.

You also like Jing Yuan belonged to long-lived species. Although you didn't reveal any additional features in your appearance. And in look were no different from an ordinary person (well, maybe not counting large build in form of broad shoulders and above-average height). But elephant blood flowed through your veins.

As a result, you and your family became famous for your divine memory. Because of which, male line of your dynasty from generation to generation served rulers as consultants and "treasurers of knowledge". Though this didn't happen often. Because your services were extremely expensive. And also because you have lived in a grudge against Six Charioteers since ancient times. Precisely, since a few centuries ago one of former rulers made a decision completely different from your suggestions. That offended your pride deeply. However, your helping still took place in special circumstances.

One could say that due to the long life span, there weren't many of your "generations". But unfortunately, because of your genes, you were the target of so-called "poachers". They were eliminating you because of highly paid commission. You were valuable, your knowledge was precious. And it posed a great threat to others. That forced you to start new generations. By holding sensitive information from many years, your grandfather and later also your father lost their lives. Only you remained. And it was you who held the duties of "treasurer of knowledge".

You did it with extreme diligence and were respected by many. That's why you decided to take advantage of it.

When stellaron crisis hit Luofu, and you were once again asked to share your knowledge by Jing Yuan's subordinates. You gave an ultimatum.

General had to personally show up.

New deals, raises, promises of extraordinary rewards couldn't bribe you.

What's more, enough was enough when, after "agreeing" to your terms, another broker appeared at the meeting instead of Jing Yuan. Explaining himself with General's "illness".

To some, your attitude could seem trivial. But you really needed to find out why the head of Xianzhou Luofu had been avoiding you like a fire for years. Was there something wrong with you? Did you offend him with something? But how were you supposed to do that if you had never even seen him in person. Exactly. You had never had the opportunity to even see Jing Yuan with your own eyes before. You only knew his appearance and character from stories, paintings and your own analysis. That additionally kept you motivated in holding on your decisions.

And that's why you left the meeting room with a bang. News about your grudge immediately reaching General.

Jing Yuan realized that he had crossed the line. And that if he really wanted to get answers for his questions, he had to meet you in person. Not hologram, not anyone else, but he himself. If you would grant him another chance at all….

Your curiosity, however, worked in his favor. A week later, Jing Yuan showed up at your residence.

You found him sitting on a mat in your office. At the sight of him you instantly froze for a second. He looked even better than they described him, though perhaps not as majestically... Did you imagine that or did he really give off a vibe of shy and lost? Hunched, he looked around the room with hesitation. Avoiding your gaze at the same time. You didn't know where the great, famous, well-respected general had gone.

You took a seat on the other side of the table. And you took a closer look at him.

Fluffy white ears lay flattened on his head, and eyes that still avoided your face were squinted. With your memory, you returned to books about lions that you had been browsing, wishing to learn more about Jing Yuan.

Similar symptoms occurred in cat family when they were scared of something. But what could a brilliant General be afraid of. Stunned, you looked around to the sides, but you didn't see any threat behind your back.

-So how can i help the famous Jing Yuan? - you asked almost amused.

-Nameless... Is there anything I should know about them regarding the history of Xianzhou Luofu? Something that could prevent success of our cooperation? Can they be trusted?

You smiled at this.

-Why don't we start with what we agreed on in the letter first? - you recalled your conversation that you held after the last insult.

Man pulled a book from behind his bask and slid it timidly towards you. You grabbed it and opened at the page pointed by bookmark which surprisingly matched the patterns on Jing Yuan's robe.

You read the subject and then next few lines.

"What are Lions scared of?"

"Lions have only a few predators to fear other than humans."

Not that.

"Lions are not really scared of elephants. But elephants are the only animals they really try to avoid. [...] Lions show elephants respect that they deserve. Lions know that they will not defeat an elephant alone, because elephants are too powerful and massive for that. "

You smiled even wider and came up with another idea.

-What would General say about changing our agreement? I wouldn't want to drain Luofu's treasury that much... You have nothing to be scared of General. Although your ears could "suffer" a bit under new rules -you suggested playfully.

Jing Yuan rapidly raised his head. For the first time you could sink into his golden eyes. Nevertheless, you were greatly distracted from this astonishing view by naughty tail, which also rose to attention and flicked in the air.

After a moment, Jing Yuan burst into laughter, and his confidence returned. He nudged his head over the table towards you.

-What are u waiting for?

You also responded to the remark with laughter and slight disbelief.

Several decades of waiting, and everything could be solved in a few seconds.

You lifted your hand up, over Jing Yuan's mane. You hesitated for a moment, but then excitedly ruffled lion's ears. Soft to the touch. Fluffy as a cloud. Pleasantly cold after traveling outside.

And those purrs... Almost cat-like purr that came out of Jing Yuan immediately right after your gentle hands began kneading his ears in not so gently way. You could hear it more often.

And what's more, you could probably even fall in love with it.

made while listening to AREZRA "Goodbye"

*~190 kg

#fanfic #fanfiction #scenarios #tmr #x reader #genshin impact #hsr #x top male reader #x male reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x male reader #honkai star rail #hsr x male reader #honkai star rail imagines #jing yuan hsr

[colourstreakgryffin]

I have a request to make. Part two of platonic yandere mitsuri vs yandere shinobu, where little brother reader has become depressed and just wants to be left alone. Please and thank you.

Ooohh? Okay. I suppose I could try this, it sounds interesting. Rip our poor character, for real! Short story time~!

Yandere! Demon Slayer Scenarios: Platonic! Kanroji Mitsuri vs Romantic! Kocho Shinobu

“Awww~ my love, come here” Shinobu purrs lovingly as you shuffle back until your back bumped on the flat wall behind you, eyes radiating pure terror and anger at the Insect Hashira before you. You didn’t see her as the sweet caring woman you first saw her, you now know all the truth behind her image. She is a liar, a rotten murderous monster that killed women behind your back to feed her delusions over you

You could never love somebody like her! And what’s worse is that you can’t confide to your own sister since she has become just as bad. You’ve seen it, the arguments Mitsuri has with Shinobu over you that you’re inches away from cutting off ties from her, rather she be your big sister or not. Mitsuri’s possessive nature over you as she grips your hand and glares deathly daggers at her enemies has you angrily pulling away and stomping from her

Mitsuri cried her heart out when you finally yelled at her for her new twisted behaviour and she immediately ran to Obanai for comfort, her little brother hates her. The way she has been acting lately been worsening your fear, your anxiety and your growing depression as Shinobu is a one whole problem on her own, Mitsuri piling up has made the situation so unbelievably horrible, you’ve been spiralling quickly in a depressive hell

It doesn’t help that Obanai barked at you only hours after snapping at Mitsuri, for snapping at Mitsuri. You just went off at Obanai for trying to paint you as the bad guy when you’re the victim of two vile women trying to control you and shape you into what you are not. Their little wooden toy! Obanai didn’t listen to you at all as he cursed you out, he only cared about how Mitsuri feels and you knew arguing with him was useless as you dragged yourself into your room

Your mind recalling every cruel word Obanai threw you at as you crawled into the futon and cried yourself to sleep. That very event was the cause of your depression, all because you tried your best to defend yourself from your psycho sister, you became mentally unwell and you lost the motivation to get up out of bed every morning so quickly, it concerned both Shinobu and Mitsuri

Growling out to be heard by Shinobu, you swiped a hand at the insane woman to try make her back up but she wasn’t fazed by the fingertips missing by a single oxygen molecule. Her twisted smile never faded as her soft mature voice rung out, her much smaller hands grabbing yours to rub against her warm blushy cheek. “What’s wrong, my love? Let me fix you, you must be sick” Shinobu was about to speak but she was interrupted by a loud slam of the room door being flung open, possibly ripped back by a powerful force

“Dokusha! Please don’t hate me! I love you so much!” Mitsuri cried out suddenly, her lime green eyes puffy and red with tears flooding out, as she full-force pushed Shinobu away from you to replace her with her, not failing to basically throw the smaller weaker woman almost metres away to sit down before you. Grabbing your hand and sobbing outloud. She couldn’t sit back and let her relationship with you be destroyed for good!

You hissed, averting your eyes as veins grew on your neck and wrist. Thanks to sharing the same genes as the strong young woman, your own strength was elevated to beyond natural and you were able to rip your wrist free from her grasp. “Stay away from me… you beast… you freak…” You whispered heartbroken, dark racoon-like bags under your eyes as you avoided looking into hers

Once Shinobu recovered from her brief daze on the floor behind you two, anger boiled deeply in her bloodstream as she tackled Mitsuri. Verbal arguments? No more, this time. Shinobu was ready to take Mitsuri’s life to make sure she can’t keep you away from her. You sobbed gently, pushing yourself up against the nearby corner to try shy away from the actual fist fight beginning. Mitsuri defended herself by tossing Shinobu off her back and charged, throwing a wet slap at her, instead of a punch. Despite the fact Shinobu did swing on her

You couldn’t do anything about what is truly happening as you just sit back and cry into your hands as the two women scream and hit each other. God, what you would give to be able to get out of this hell but nobody can save you, they will never leave you alone and you can’t convince anybody around to believe your remarks. You sound like a lunatic

Maybe you are turning into a true maniac, like they are

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kny imagines #headcanons #kny hashira #yandere imagines #yandere romance #kanroji mitsuri #mitsuri kanroji #kocho shinobu #shinobu kocho #kny mitsuri #kny shinobu #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #demon slayer mitsuri #demon slayer shinobu #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere mitsuri kanroji #yandere shinobu kocho #mitsuri kanroji x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #kimetsu mitsuri #kimetsu shinobu #yandere rivals

[rascalentertainments]

Wish Granted AU: Star: 🌟

Yeah, I finally got to the boy! Took long enough, huh? 😂 So I dud make a short character inspiration from a reblog chain a few weeks ago, so I'll go more into Star's character here:

So, much like the film itself, Star comes to Earth because of Asha's wish was so powerful, and aids her save Rosas. However, for "Wish Granted", he has no idea how to actually grant her wish. She basically fills him in on what's going on, and agrees to help. But he doesn't really understand why they need help. From his point of view, most of the humans on this part of Earth, and especially in Rosas look happy enough. He's just utterly fascinated with the animals, the trees, Asha, and just experiencing what humans see everyday.

But then he visits the Hamlet (in an animal disguise) when Asha wants to say goodbye to her Saba and mother. Star sees how sick Sabino has gotten, and the fear Sakina has for her daughter going back into danger. The Starboy sees that Asha's wish is entirely to help her family and community. (Its greatly emphasized once he gets to Rosas itself too) He partially understands and gladly accepts the task to help her. Asha can't believe this magical boy is a Star, it should be impossible. But just as her father said, the stars are there to believe in possibility. Star here is the impossible, made possible! Its no wonder his loveable and joyous personality leads her to falling for him! 😆

I took inspiration from this segment of the concept art book where they attempted to give plushie Star some kind of depth and character arc leftover from Starboy. They really tried to give Star something more than just being a toy, and Disney said "nah, a toy is good enough. Kids will love it." So Star's arc will be he starts off naive about the world and thinks everything is perfect. But once he starts seeing more of the people having other emotions other than happiness, he's processing how a human feels this. It hits harder when he actually feels a wish get destroyed, he feels their pain for a while after he connects with them. This is all going to connect to "At All Costs" when finally get that love confession scene! 😉

Now, my favorite part: POWERS!!! Star can shapeshift into different animals he sees, with his telltale sign of him being gold with white fur/hair. (Example image below) He's got a white six pointed star on his parts of his body that glow slightly, even in a human form, its just covered up by his black caped outfit.

I still kind of hate that Disney actually thought Star was too similar Genie just because he changes into animals. Like, what are you talking about? (I actually thought of MK or Beast Boy more than Genie.) Yeah, Genie could do that too, but he also changed costumes, size, shape, face, broke the 4th wall and did impersonations of movie actors of the time. Star didn't do all that. Besides, YOU MADE MAUI CHANGE INTO ANIMALS AND APPROVED OF IT!

Rant aside, He can change into any animal, but only has one human form. That's not only because there's way too many variations of people for him to adapt and he's not at that level of power yet. He mainly choose this particular human form because.... he thought Asha would like it. (He even gets the cape idea after he sees a picture of Magnifico. He just LOVED how that looked) Think of it as a boy trying make himself look better for the girl he has a crush on. 😂 His design is inspired by these three pieces of concept art combined with a dash of a superhero vibe. (Superheroes are hardwired into my brain, I tried my best NOT to do that! 😂)

Star can make animals talk, at least for a limited time, like when be has his big introduction song and the forest animals are his band. Animals are naturally attracted to Star, because he literally radiates pure joy and love. Those little critters just adore him! Think of this scene here:

One last thing to add is that once he's on Earth, and gets into Rosas, thus is when he gets the most attached to the planet. He has a big family with the stars, but he really wanted to be where the people are. He wants to see them dancing, ect...Meeting great people didn't just end with Asha, but also meeting the 7 Teens. He learns about their wishes as one desires, while confused on Simon's sleepiness/sadness. He actually attempts to heal Simon and can gain a new power. Star is not sure on how to react to Dahlia, who doesn't seem to have a wish. She seems happy cooking for the king (whom she has a crush on) and queen, no questions asked. Although, Dahlia does seem particularly curious about Star, even before finding out his magical side. She even tries to tell him to give up on granting Asha's wish, but he's definitely not doing that. 😂

When he meets the King and Queen, let's just say there's going to be a lot of angst/comedy with that. But when he has the mini stand off with Amaya. OH BOY, he's going to understand way more heavy emotions after meeting her...

Aaaand, that does it for Star! I mentioned in another post how when you look into his eyes, you can see microscopic galaxies or mini stars in eyes, like you can see the universe in his eyes! (When it gets to the At All Costs song, Asha can be seen in his eyes like she becomes part his universe) Any other bits will be revealed later, but I wanted to flesh the guy out here! He's a lot of fun to write and draw!

Now next up are the King, Queen and their ferocious yet spoiled pet Lynx! 😉

@signed-sapphire @oh-shtars @chillwildwave @lazytitans-world @emillyverse @annymation @kstarsarts @uva124

#rascal entertainments #wish 2023 #wish concept art #wish granted #wish reimagined #disney wish #wish rewrite #wish movie #wish starboy #wish star #wish asha #wish fandom #starboy #wish granted au #Wish AU #kingdom of wishes #the fallen star au

[lennons-lemonade]

Spider-sona posting,,,,

Meet VIRIDANS!

they’ve been their universe’s one and only Viridans for roughly 7 months

she has POTS & EDS (not sunspider inspired, me inspired), since these have been around much longer than her powers, her immunity doesn’t apply to them

he’s highly radioactive (those who spend too much time around him without going through proper precautions may develop acute radiation syndrome)

got their powers after being bitten by a green lynx spider in their sleep on an overnight field trip

not one of those lucky spidey’s with super healing,,,, they just do their best

her saliva becomes a web-like material once out of her mouth, is radioactive, can spit it at enemies and use it to spin small webs. those who come into contact with it receive radioactive burns. this is an absolute last resort

he uses mobility aids outside of costume, doesn’t find himself using them on patrol either out of fear of ridicule or because the swinging helps with their pain

CIVILIANS:

SAID PARKER:

Said (say-d) Parker (he/she/they) is a 16 year old student & Viridans. He has POTS & EDS. She uses mobility aids (specifically crutches & a rollator) to get around. They have extreme fatigue after spider-man-ing and thus can end up struggling with school work. She goes to a small college preparatory school. He’s often heavily bruised. They’re also have abnormal scarring on their abdomen & elbow with further scarring from an allergic reaction to stitches. She wears compression gear (gloves, socks, sleeves) & joint braces. They have no thoughts about their future other than that they want to continue helping people.

GWYN STACY:

Gwyn Stacy (xe/she) is a 16 year old student & punk. She’s this universe’s Gwen Stacy. Xe heads a band as main vocalist & drummer. Said joins this band as it’s bassist. She’s highly intelligent & generally doing extremely well in school. Xe is either revered or scorned by xer peers. This is either for her general punk attitude and actually good music and/or her insanely high grades. Xe hopes to go into the legal field as a civil law attorney. She attends the same college prep school as the other’s, but only got close with Said (and by extension DJ) this last year.

DALIAH J. “DJ” WATTSON:

DJ Wattson (she/they) is a 17 year old student and writer. She’s this universe’s MJ (Daliah after MCU’s MJ’s love for black dahlias!). They look smaller in this image than they’re meant to (as they’re supposed to be quite tall). She writes poetry and narratives in her free time to be published when she’s an adult. They’re autistic & semi-verbal, and heavily struggle with facial expression and tone inflection. Many of her peers find her ‘bitchy’ because of this. Despite this attitude, she’s also highly popular for being pretty. They’re on the school’s quiz bowl team and leads a book club. She hopes to become a published author when she graduates college. They’ve known Said since elementary school, but weren’t close until their freshman year. She’s friends with Said and so she’s friends with Gwyn by extension.

#spidersona #Viridans AU #OC #oc posting #art #my art #lennon talks #Said Parker #Gwyn Stacy #Dahlia J Wattson

[amethystunarmed]

Okay I absolutely MUST know what 'Behold!' is.

Ooh! I was hoping someone would ask about that!

So 'Behold!' is a yet-to-be-named epic fantasy novel series that I am working on with @little-engineer-who-cant. The two of us wrote a novel together in like 8th grade and we recently reread to laugh about how... inexperienced we were, to say the least.

But we started talking and realized... we could fix it. Oh my god we could fix it, and it became a story about fae courts, the specialest boy to ever live being a tired 27-year-old barista, the most toxic polycule in all recorded history, and a changeling who was stolen in the nineties wanting to know all about what the Backstreet Boys are up too!

Have a snippet of my lovely characters from the Summer Court!

The moment Nightshade slits the Summer Queen's throat, he can feel the power flowing through him. It feels like the pounding of his feet as he runs through the desert dunes, constant, scalding, and unstable. He can feel it licking inside the confines of his rib cage, burning black stripes about the bone. It burns at him, at his magic, destroying what existed to create room for something new. He grits his teeth, clenching around the miniature sun that had begun to roost in his lungs.

“Wonderful work, now release the power to me!” Aziz says. Nightshade can barely hear them over the roaring swell of power in his ears. 

It is all encompassing, the power. Nightshade is struck by the thought that he could remake the world in his image, that he could sculpt mountains and burn through enemies and glass the very sands surrounding him.

It is terrible and he wants it out.

“Now!” Aziz shouts. Nightshade is certain it is supposed to be an order, but they are too desperate to be convincing. The roiling sandstorm in his head nearly blocks out all his vision, but he manages to focus on Aziz’s face. They look terrified.

Nightshade barely manages to stay upright as he reaches for Aziz. They catch him, holding him up beneath his armpits. “Nightshade?” They ask, sounding less scared. That is good, Nightshade thinks, though he can’t remember why. He presses his hands to Aziz’s cheeks. Their skin, once so brilliantly warm, feels like ice in his grasp.

“Take it!” he gasps, pulling together the ramshackle remains of his telepathy from the ashes. He links with Aziz, desperate and sloppy. Aziz hisses in pain as Nightshade barrels his way into their mind. He can see all of it, the way Nightshade had lit up with golden power, hair, skin, eyes all radiating light, heat, power. He can see Aziz’s despair when Nightshade didn’t respond, the utter certainty Nightshade was going to betray them and take the Court for himself. And, most powerful of all, he feels the deep, overwhelming desire, like nothing Nightshade has ever felt. He doesn’t know if he has ever felt an emotion as strongly as Aziz has, if he has ever wanted anything as badly as Aziz wants the power currently scorching its way through his veins.

The magic feels it too, the raw ambition that stands as a pillar in Aziz’s psyche. It is drawn to it, bubbling and bounding around it like an excited puppy. Nightshade gives it a choice, and the magic chooses its next host, running from his body, down his arms and into Aziz. His arms scream against the funneling magic, it’s too much, too much power in a confined space, he fears they will explode from his body, he needs more, more contact, more anything, he is burning, oh stars-

As you wish, he hears Aziz’s voice in his mind. And Aziz is kissing him, mouth and nose and chest pressing against him. They wrap their arms around his neck and run fingers through Nightshade’s hairand his body sings with relief. Magic lights up every point of contact as it soaks into Aziz’s skin and Nightshade can feel them growing warmer and warmer in his grip. The last trickles of the magic pour into Aziz and Nightshade’s own magic swirls back into his now empty vessel. He nearly sobs in relief as the cool shadows roll through him, and he easily feels the absolute triumph exuding from Aziz’s every pore, before he is shoved out of Aziz’s mind entirely. Nightshade opens his eyes and is awed by the sight before him.

Aziz is brilliant, radiating heat and light with the power of a thousand stars. It suits them, glittering through the scales on their cheeks. Their braids whip around from a self-made gale and Nightshade watches in horror as the gold beads melt from them, trickling into puddles on the floor. The curtains set alight, the food set out on the table chars to embers, but Nightshade feels nothing more than the comfortable warmth of lying in a sunbeam on a summer afternoon. 

Aziz opens their mouth and lets out a loud shaky sound. At first, Nightshade thinks they are sobbing. But a brilliant smile splits their face and Nightshade realizes they are laughing. They reach up, and press another gentler kiss to Nightshade’s lips. He unconsciously returns it, sinking into the comforting heat like a warm beverage on a cold night.

“You brilliant, beautiful creature,” Aziz breathes against his mouth, “I am going to give you everything you want.”

Nightshade can’t wait.

#my writing #behold! #ask game #oc: nightshade #oc: aziz

[prabhatjairam]

The Role of Authenticity

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2. Unleashing Potential: When we live authentically, we unlock our full potential. Authenticity encourages us to tap into our unique talents, passions, and aspirations, enabling us to pursue paths that align with our true selves. By honoring our authentic desires and interests, we unleash creativity, innovation, and vitality, leading to a more fulfilling and purpose-driven life.

3. Overcoming Fear: Authenticity liberates us from the shackles of fear—fear of judgment, rejection, and failure. When we are true to ourselves, we no longer feel compelled to conform to societal expectations or please others at the expense of our authenticity. This newfound freedom empowers us to take risks, step out of our comfort zones, and pursue meaningful endeavors with courage and conviction.

4. Facilitating Self-Discovery: Apart from that, authenticity catalyzes self-discovery and personal evolution. By staying true to ourselves, we embark on a journey of self-exploration, uncovering hidden passions, values, and beliefs. This process of self-discovery allows us to gain deeper insights into our motivations, aspirations, and purpose in life, guiding us toward greater fulfillment and self-actualization.

5. Promoting Inner Harmony: Living authentically fosters inner harmony and alignment. When our thoughts, actions, and values are congruent with our authentic selves, we experience a profound sense of coherence and peace. This inner harmony radiates outward, positively impacting our relationships, work, and overall well-being.

The Last Word

Remember, authenticity is not a destination but a journey -  a journey of self-discovery, growth, and genuine connection. So, let go of the masks, shed the layers of pretense, and step into the fullness of who you are. For in authenticity lies the key to living a life that is rich, meaningful, and true.

#authenticity #authentic #business #trust #connection

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

The Pre-Conflict

https://www.patreon.com/empyreaniris?fan_landing=true

https://starr-fall-knight-rise.tumblr.com/post/182501791735/master-post

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jzEIdDAB4omdO2JcQVMObfrhLJ5kX4ONmSsLypM1ks0/edit?usp=sharing.\

The scene was a wash in red, their faces tinged bloody by the new revelations they had just been given. While Adam was still struggling to understand what he had been told, both Celex and Conn seemed wildly unperturbed. They must have come when Adam made his call not to long ago, but now as Celex and Conn drew closer, he could feel the discomfort radiating from the maker’s thoughts.

Not even just discomfort but fear as well.

He looked back and forth between the two groups of them, and searching inside his thoughts Adam was shocked when, “Fight each other!?? Why would we want to do that??”

Evidently Conn and Celex had heard the same thing and were both frowning.

Ramirez, Sunny and Maverick stood in various states of hands on hips or raised eyebrows, “Care to share with the rest of the class.” Ramirez said, “Some of us don’t speak telepath.”

Conn grinned from the darkness, his rows of many little white teeth glimmering with red light, “He seems to think we’ve come here to begin a conflict with you.”

Celex laughed, “Thats, not quite how it works.” He walked forward towards the maker who flinched as Celex threw a casual arm around him pulling him close like they were drinking buddies, “You see my dear maker friend, Adam and I are good friends. We go way back. He saved my life once you know. I mean I am dead now, but I would have been a lot sooner if it weren’t for him.”

Some time during the conversation, Conn had floated up behind Adam and taken him by the arm,” Why would I want to be in conflict with the father of my daughter.”

Adam huffed and shook conn off like he was dusting away a spider web, “What part of me being married don’t you get.”

“Looks to me like there is plenty of you to go around.”

“Blood of the architect.” Adam muttered 

Up ahead the maker was still straining to lean away from Celex, who seemed to be having an immensely entertaining time bothering the maker.

“I…. you are friends…..”

Celex nodded, “of course why does that surprise you so much.’

The maker blinked at him, his face a mix of both fear and confusion, “You don’t remember do you…. But how can you  not….”

“I haven't been back to Revelation just yet.”

He looked between the group of them with an expression of pure awe and confusion. He blinked once as if trying to clear his eyes, than shook his head in complete disbelief. “This cannot be.”

Images and feelings washed through Adam, all too quick or hazy for him to make out but Conn and Celex grew stiff. 

Conn hummed, “Well isn’t that a bitch.”

Celex began to laugh, “well that does make things a bit awkward.”

“Why, what is going on.”

On the floor before them, the maker shivered and looked down at his hands. He continued to shake his  head in something that approached disbelief, “Impetus and Incubus were always…. Sworn enemies.”

What followed was silence.

Celex turned to look at Adam 

Adam looked at celex.

Then both of them shrugged, “I don't remember that.”

“Me neither, must not have been very important.”

Following their words the Maker grew even more agitated as if this revelation was somehow a problem, “No you don’t understand, they…. You can’t just. Incubus fought against the maker in collusion with the void this is-”

Celex made a face and spat on the floor, “Well whatever agreement I had with them became voided when they tortured me, so there is that fun little fact.” 

The more they talked the more and more confused the maker seemed to grow as if he simply couldn’t accept the reality of what he was seeing. So deep was his confusion that the world around them began to sputter and dissolve as the makers power bled outwards. Adam’s vision vanished again as he was drawn backward into memories and strange revelations.

***

It was with the fall of the first maker that convinced the architect changes had to be made. The void was growing too powerful, their propaganda too enticing. They wished to return the universe to its original state of darkness, despite the fact that darkness had not existed before the architect had formed it out of nothing. 

The void’s message was increasingly popular with young makers, lacking in years and experience. The dark words of the void lured them away from revelation and into parts unknown. What happened to them can only be guessed at, as many have not been seen since.

Thousands upon thousands of markers fell this way.

And others stepped away from their brethren to perform duties in espionage against the architect. In order to protect young makers for the enticement of the void, the architect designed a plan to hide young makers away for a short time while their anima developed at an increased rate. He brought older makers together to perfect the craft and test construct machines that would hold the anima and dampen its power thus hiding the signal from the enticement of the void.

This was not an easy task as dampening the anima too much rendered the anima near useless, no better than an animal, while not containing the anima enough allowed power to seep through the cracks and shine into the darkness. 

They were not always successful. 

Along with this, the architect hid pockets of maker constructs all over the galaxy hoping that if one were to be found, at least all would not be corrupted.

Many Millennia followed like this, with the continual creation and destruction of construct hotspots, but still the void grew more powerful, and even full grown makers fell to the enticement of the void. Even young makers were not completely safe, open for corruption in the delicate period after their creation and before their move into a construct containment

The battle was coming to a close, and the architect was forced to make one final decision.

Using up the last of creation energy, he granted great power to what would be called the last cohort, the final Makers more powerful than previously imagined. In them the architect granted them unusual power, and that power granted unusual will.

Finding constructs to contain them was difficult, however, and their long incubation period resulted in some unforeseen and often dire consequences. 

Some of the last cohort, including the second to last born Impetus, held their loyalty to the architect offering power and services in the war effort despite their youth and age. The band formed by Impetus became a well known hand of the architect independently acting where others could not or would not. It must be noted that Impetus has stolen the Empyrean on several occasions to participate in the war effort against the architect’s will. WIth him, Impetus brought the architects most powerful warrior Apotheosis

However, with great power  comes great corruption. 

While some fought to end the war, others denied both sides and demanded power of their own. A powerful young maker by the name of Incubus was once such figure, rebelling against the maker in an attempt to take his own power, and though he did not join the void, he colluded with them on multiple occasions to manuver himself.

His desire.

Take over the throne and become the architect.

As dangerous as he was, he attracted many dissenters, generals and soldiers, one of which included sinister,, a creature of pure chaos unbound by any master except loyalty to the creation of chaos.

Impetus was forced to turn his effort away from the war and towards quashing a rebellion that was taking valuable assets away from the battle with the void.

***

The images that came with the memories were hard and gast, faces none of them recognized, strange beings that simply couldn’t hold their forms, dark powers, unchained energy manifestations that construct bodies simply could not or would not understand.

Only Celex seemed to recognize anything as the world came slamming back down around them in a wave or red light, washing them away under a sea of gloom,

They stood there in the silence and the quiet staring back and forth at each other.

Maverick stared down at her feet.

Conn pursed his lips.

And Celex.

Began to laugh.

The sound was so startling that it nearly caused Adam to jump out of his suit in surprise.

Celex shook his head in amusement, “Well what young man doesn’t rebel against his father eh.” He turned to look at Adam, “no hard feelings.”

Adam shook his head dumbly and couldn’t help but smiling some at the sheer absurdity of it all, “None at all.:

Celex let go of the maker, who slumped back in surprise, confusion and relief as Celex walked over to rest a hand on Adam’s shoulder, ‘Show me your past visions, give me all the memories you want, try talking me into whatever the hell that was, but My answer remains the same.  I have chosen and I don’t plan on changing my mind.”

There was a pause in the silence as the group of them turned to look at Conn.

There was a long and very drawn out awkward pause before he huffed.

“Uhgh, fine I will give up on spreading chaos to help these yahoos, but that doesn’t mean I have lto like it.” 

The maker did not seem convinced.

But looking inside conn’s head adam was.

That’s just how conn was.

At the center of this all Mitzen stood in confused shock. His brain still roiling with the images.

The makers.

The architect himself.

Desperately he sat there attempting to fit the pieces together like a child tries to fit legos, but it was no use. No matter how hard he tried, the pisces, Shanshara, the council of zealots, the theocrat. None of them fit into this vision, except for the red robes worn by the maker.

Everything he had known.

Crumbling around him to reveal a vaster and more confusing horor.

A metaphysical war that had been being waged for eons.

[harbingered]

@sinsofhyrule

The device led him to a Hyrule he didn't recognize : another timeline, again. Next to a being that was radiating an aura he's never seen before. It was dark, just like his. But so much more tainted. It was so evil a shiver went through his spine, so the shade hid as best as he could. Praying for the Goddesses to, once in a lifetime, pity him. Scared to discover what that demon could do to him.

"For the love of Hylia, why won't you work..." He pestered, trying to make the sheikah tool work. As usual, it needed time before being usable again. Could be hours ; could be days. It seemed inevitable, now : he was going to get noticed.

the land was silent . burning fields in the distance that darken the sky ⸻ the sun could not break through . the god stands at the top of the hill , overlooking the fire that spread across the land : killing the humans who cower in fear ... weaklings , begging for their goddess to save them , to protect them . they know not of the true fire that the avatar can bring to them for their fragility .

he breathed in for a moment : all this hell for the gift of their mothers . the power to rewrite this world in the image he sees fit .

the triforce .

than , he wasn't alone ⸻ a being tainted with darkness , one borne from his magic & vile nature . a child of sin & hatred , spawned & lived for slaughtered : a shadow of another . the god did not turn to him . he allowed him to stand in his space for now . they had successfully diminished the numbers of hylia's army . there is a moment to relax . perhaps even celebrate if he so pleased .

❛ ... for the love of hylia .❜

now the god approaches the being , seeing just how small they truly were . little ⸻ walking like an insect . thinking like an insect : you are an insect . in a swift moment he reaches to the being , grabbing him by the collar & lifting him up with ease until they are face to face .

❝ if you value that meat on your body , you will obey . lest i flay flesh from bone & decorate my home with your carcass ... ❞ his breath is slow ... long pauses between each inhale & exhale ⸺ too long , inhumanly so . ❝ child of mine , speak : what is that object & why do you speak of my vile sister in reverence . i give you a chance to repent . now speak ⸻ or i may reconsider my blessing . your life . ❞

#sinsofhyrule #⸻ in character ✦ give the humans fire & they will burn themselves to the ground ˎˊ˗ #⸻ answered ✦ i have drunk the blood of kings ˎˊ˗

[alectology-archive]

ACoS chapters 5, 6, 18 partly, 27:

(since those are the chapters where Faile and Berelain makes appearances)

Me before starting the reread: I’ll try to approach this with an unbiased opinion (<- lying liar who lies because she read the title “A broken crown” and thought that was a very cool chapter name for Rand’s POV and then realised it was actually Perrin’s POV and decided that Perrin is very melodramatic and annoying)

I went ahead and made a wholeass gif just because he was annoying me that much, if you were wondering how well this reread went. 

I guess this counts more as reading the interesting things that other characters have to do or say since I sort of skimmed the chapters more than rereading it because I’m not sure I could survive that.

- I’d managed to find a soft spot for Min this past month or so but she’s... still wincing after dumai’s wells?? why didn’t you let an aes sedai heal you, girl. I’m aware this is probably not her fault. I don’t feel particularly rational now because I’m annoyed by how she exists to make Rand feel Guilty and serves no narrative purpose as a character besides Damsel in Distress. ugh.

Perrin’s first (1) opinion is already setting my teeth on edge. shut the fuck up, Perrin. I know the books and fandom like to poke at Mat acting indignant about being a lord and developing a taste for finery - I mean, he can afford it so I don’t see what the problem with indulgences are - but he’s a very empathetic person and always treats servants and soldiers with a lot of respect! He understands the motivations which guide them and never begrudges them for acting based on fear! Not everybody can survive standing by their principles - and sometimes they just don’t have the power to do so. I think I’m particularly annoyed by the fact that this observation follows his notice of servants choosing to wear a certain house’s colours while not really making a similar or more critical remark about the nobles who also accepted Colavaere’s rule.

I also just hate the way Perrin’s inner monologue sounds. Not my cup of tea. It’s not just the whining - it’s even the sort of vocabulary, he uses. I get the impression RJ is trying to push for the “he’s just a humble blacksmith” angle with it, but Perrin... very much has a taste for receiving respect that he thinks he deserves. He lords his power over the more capable women in his plotline and prevents them from doing anything Actually Useful, so. 

Rand was so sexy for this. Brandon Sanderson wanted this for him when he wrote the gathering storm. His downspiral was done okay, but it failed to hit the mark because he was too afraid to really push Rand’s buttons or isolate him from Min in any meaningful manner because he clearly loved her best out of Rand’s girlfriends. And liked the idea of him having sex with her (which is also an RJ problem, let’s be clear).

Like, again. RJ sets the mood so well. He knows how to make you feel the sort of dark vibes radiating off Rand when he’s slipping into Dragon Reborn Mode. 

- goddamn, can Perrin learn to think about anything except Faile. 

- Perrin: *notices details like the asha’man not sweating only because he has his wolf powers*. Also Perrin: why don’t the people in the hall realise the men are channelers?

Yeah, this paragraph fundamentally highlights my issues with Perrin and Min as characters. Min is always trying to insert herself into situations that would undermine Rand’s image and always tries to make everything about her (not pictured here, but it’s fully what she does in WH-KoD). She doesn’t have the political acumen or mind necessary to survive being Rand’s girlfriend and does nothing to try and remedy that - I was never sold on her interest in philosophy, and it didn’t help matters that she always behaves like a fourteen year old. On a similar note, Perrin is self-absorbed, has no sense for politics and doesn’t have to apply himself to learning the intricacies of taking care of people or navigating Daes Dae’mar the way Rand does. Sure, Rand got away with a bunch of silly Daes Dae’mar moves in TGH - but that was partly for comedic effect and he eventually learns the necessary skills! Unlike Perrin! Who only scrapes by because of the girls politicking on his behalf! Ugh.

I am so, so sad that randlayne didn’t get the screentime it deserved :/

- Perrin is the kind of guy who essentially treats Rand with a “You’re depressed? You could just stop being depressed!” attitude that I really loathe. Compare and contrast this with Mat patiently listening to Rand ramble about his duties in chapter 5 of lord of chaos. Perrin could never!!!! Mat really is the better friend of the pair but gets the worser reputation for having the unreliable narrator thing going on more strongly than any of the other characters.

- Have I mentioned that I love Annoura? I love Annoura. Rand’s relationship with Annoura and Merana are definitely some of my favourite Rand/Aes Sedai dynamics. Also Annoura and Berelain have romantic history because I say so.

Once again... why does Perrin generally talk about women like this, lol. It always sounds like he’s pleasantly surprised to discover that women have brains. 

Unlike Perrin, I would choose to appreciate Faile for her political ability instead of her beauty after she helped Rand corner Colavaere into admitting her crimes. It seems Perrin is only capable of appreciating her beauty and pretty much hates everything else about her (why did he marry her, then?)

- To stop myself from making 10 more notes about how RJ Writes Rand I’m going on record to say I love how RJ writes Rand in this chapter. The parts where he’s talking to Lews Therin... the one where he breaks and remakes the crown... this scene is iconic from beginning to end. It might have been one of my favourites if Colavaere’s plot wasn’t bogged down by Rand’s inability to kill women, but that unfortunately affects my enjoyment of it to a great degree.

The little nuances and subtleties and wording choices make all the difference! Which is why Sanderson’s writing is so severely lacking - the very arrangement of his words in a sentence grates on my nerves, lol. I think this is also my cue to mention that Rand is one of those characters who’s extremely enjoyable to read from another person’s perspective even if you don’t like his POVs, specifically. 

This is so funny. I would have loved to see a proper Faile/Rand conversation in the books.

I, as a person, lie constantly and all the time and just for fun sometimes so Perrin should shut up. I’ll probably use this gif whenever he annoys me henceforth.

Reasons I love Mat: he’s a “women who are dangerous and can probably kill me” appreciator

Reasons I hate Perrin: he barely qualifies as a feminist

- the language of fans that Saldaeans have going on seems so random tbh, sdjfdfgdf. 

- I hate how clingy Min is. She’s always physically attached to Rand in a way literally no other female character is with their love interests.

- Perrin has learnt a little bit of the language of fans? I find that hard to believe. He literally refused to take lessons in Daes Dae’mar at one point, I think? Maybe it helps that it’s a cultural thing and not a Manipulating People thing although I disagree with the books that he’s a good leader.

- Wheel of Time insults are so bad, and I’m always periodically reminded of this fact. Why are they so bad. 

- I... do think RJ is trying to do something with Perrin’s character and his paranoia for Faile’s safety specifically because Elayne and Min don’t get the same treatment - but I don’t quite understand why or what. The show’s introduction of Laila made sense, in that context, but is also one of its This Shouldn’t Be A Thing In the First Place choice (the unnecessary Perrin/Egwene/Rand love triangle which doesn’t serve any real narrative purpose, for instance, which fully made me cringe a bit because it gave me war flashbacks to some of the terrible YA books I’ve read - and it really does Laila dirty in the process too). The show should’ve just entirely done away with Perrin’s overprotectiveness because I don’t care for that sort of thing when it’s done in such a heterosexual manner - I would’ve vibed more with it even if it had been a Rand/Elayne thing because Elayne and Ilyena are supposed to look slightly similar.

you literally did not give Berelain a proper no. Is there some commentary about sexual harassment here? I don’t know, but all three ta’veren definitely face varying degrees of harassment at different points in the series. I would have to do a proper reread to really dissect my feelings on whether Berelain respects Perrin’s boundaries or feels Perrin is encouraging her, but I’ll hopefully get a vague idea about what direction my feelings skew towards as I continue to read. RJ was probably just pulling the sexy woman trope and trying to get Perrin to pick between really applying himself to his duties and dithering around because he disliked the idea of married life and its constraints (answering the call, more thematically speaking, I suppose), but that’s just me guessing at this point.

(which are again major Mat themes but somehow the fandom seems to have decided that Mat disliking the idea of marriage is bad but Perrin being involved in a disastrous one and Rand not marrying the literal person he got pregnant is not a big deal. what.)

I just know faile and berelain had hate sex.

(although I definitely don’t vibe with Faile’s insults for Perrin - they always really made me uncomfortable. This paired with Perrin getting violent enough to scare Faile into locking herself into a room... idk what RJ was doing.)

- The sentiment of Perrin wanting to lie down and die on Faile’s grave if something happened to her would’ve been really romantic if it had been applied to any couple except literally them.

- Faile is now asking Perrin to mourn her for a decent period of time if she were to die and then instructs him to take a new wife. Perrin is able to smell that this is the truth but says that he doesn’t believe her anyway. There is absolutely no winning with him, wow. 

Rand saying “I need to know” twice. He desperately needs friends and allies he can rely on and he’s afraid he’ll get a rejection and is starting to equate it with an ending of friendships :/

- On principle I agree with Perrin asking Rand to not treat the Aes Sedai the way he does - and it’s good that it’s explicitly challenged, especially for the men reading the series, since a lot of them don’t have the reading comprehension necessary to pick out that what Rand did to the Aes Sedai was not being framed as a good thing. But I’m also very annoyed that Perrin practically has no concern for Rand and doesn’t comprehend the fact that his choices stem from his traumatic experiences! He’s severely lacking in the empathy department.

This is technically from chapter 7, but I need to keep a track of the number of ‘cutting Rand’s hand’ jokes RJ pulls the same way he makes several strangulation jokes with Mat. I think my eotw count for strangulation jokes was 3 before I paused my reread?

- Rand blushes a lot in the books even post-book 4, lol. I’m kind of surprised by the frequency - but again, RJ is fully writing a comedy as much as a fantasy. 

- And Berelain’s angry confrontation of Rand after being asked to leave is the last we see of her in Cairhien! I’m devastated! I loved all the politicking and governance she did in Cairhien and her relationship with the Wise Ones was so sweet in lord of chaos. I really miss this era of her character. Having reread the throne room scene where Rand confronts Colavaere, Berelain’s dismissal was fully contrived - RJ wanted it to happen, so it happened! Dobraine is the first and only noble who speaks out against Colavaere which is what prompts Rand to really appoint him as Berelain’s replacement - and while I like him, the fact that Berelain is the one being displaced because of him makes me really mad. This is fully operating on the same levels of I Need X Plot To Happen as Mat being conveniently replaced by Bashere in lord of chaos, too. And all the girls conveniently forgetting to tell Rand that Mat was trapped in Ebou Dar - while I was reading the series I thought Rand waged a war on the Seanchan because he learnt that Mat was trapped there - so it was sort of baffling to see Mat’s absence never being brought up again. 

- Anyway, onto chapter 27. “To be alone” is once again a title that would’ve made me very sad if it was one of Rand’s POVs - but it’s Perrin’s.

Again, Perrin/Faile is written in such a bafflingly convoluted manner. I would think RJ was trying to discuss domestic abuse - except I’m pretty sure he definitely wasn’t.

- Sulin leaving Rand to accompany Perrin is also one of the silliest things to happen in the books, wtf.

- Oh hello! Seonid! Edarra! Masuri! Selande & co! 

- Why do the asha’man do salutes? lol. I suppose RJ is trying to indicate that they’re more of a military institution than the White Tower is.

???? why does he talk like that all the time? 

But I’m... done with his sections of the book! It was very short, all things considered - especially because I skipped the first few chapters where Faile and Berelain didn’t make an appearance and skimmed the passages where he was monologuing to himself. But I didn’t quite find the chapters where Berelain was actively pursuing him - I thought those chapters were in ACoS but I’m assuming they’re probably in LoC. I might try to pick it up tomorrow and figure out how I feel about the whole Perrin/Berelain situation.

#text #wheel of time #wot book spoilers #a crown of swords #aelia reads wheel of time #aelia reads a crown of swords

[once-upon-a-reblog]

i know you're not here to auth so feel free to ignore this but unsundered aakesh vs notte: who is more powerful?

Love the question. Thanks for sending it! I may not be here to auth, but I mean... talk about my characters? ^_^ With gusto.

I love this question because their powers are so DIFFERENT.

Notte

Night-Children are, as a whole, difficult to kill, but Notte is unique for the same reason queen Mab is unique: they were both exposed to a singular meteor many thousands of years ago which mutated them in very specific ways. (I promise this'll be expounded upon in Notte's upcoming book.)

The result is that he grows more powerful, in his specific skills, every single year.

Thanks to his little going-to-dust trick - very much a quantum physics thing - he can't be captured. Physical barriers don't mean anything to him, which is why he can rip just about anyone with a body apart.

While he doesn't technically have any offensive magic, the problem for his enemies is they can't stop him, or outrun him, or keep him out of a place he wants to get into.

At his present age, Notte is resistant to most spells, to poisons, and - apart from damage done by wood - is now impervious to physical harm.

There was a time, long ago, he could be bound and hurt by offensive magic. He once even spent a couple of years in a cave, agonizingly pulling bits of wood out of himself and insane from the pain of it - but every year that passes, he's more of whatever he's becoming.

He doesn't seem to have an upper limit. Yes, it scares him. He's begun to truly fear that he cannot die. He is one weary super-monster.

Aakesh

This is where it gets a bit tricky. Aakesh is objectively more powerful because he can play with matter at the atomic level, as long as he can understand that matter's nature.

He can explode people, mutate them, turn them to stone. Build edifices out of nothing, create new land, recreate chemicals and machinery. Repair flesh.

Aakesh is Motherwater's firstborn; he's the most like her, his maker, his god. He's not quite at the point where he could create his own race of new life, but… he's not far off, either.

If he and Notte were to fight, he could certainly disperse Notte's physical form - but it would initially have the same effect as Notte going to dust, leaving him unharmed.

It would actually take Aakesh a little bit of time to figure out how to dismantle Notte completely, and it would take a great effort of will. It would require a serious energy transfer, and a negation of some deeply weird space radiation.

Funny enough, Aakesh wouldn't want to. He's got that whole appreciation-for-unique-lifeforms, and Notte definitely is a one-off.

Random thoughts!

Could Notte kill him? You know, that really depends on when they fought. Aakesh has been very depressed at certain times of his life.

Then again, so has Notte. Cue image of the two of them sitting on the edge of a cliff, in silent solidarity, wishing they could die, but choosing not to because they are so needed by those they love. They've both been there, more than once.

Under ordinary circumstances, would Aakesh win a fight? Yes, he would. It has to do with the kind of power Sundered Ones have, and eventually - currently - he'd figure it out and finally give Notte release.

Under ordinary circumstances, could Notte defeat Aakesh? Not right now... but if enough time passed, he could.

There would come a point in which Aakesh wasn't strong enough to pull Notte's being apart. Aakesh does not grow stronger every year. Notte does.

If that happened, and Aakesh chose to keep fighting and keep fighting and keep fighting, Notte could wear him down, damaging him enough and depleting his energy from constant healing that Aakesh might have to return to Motherwater.

You may recall from the short stories that there are twelve Sundered Ones so damaged they could not heal. They currently rest in the heart of Motherwater, returning to her. They are mourned.

If Aakesh had to return to her in that condition, he would be gone. Absorbed back into that from which he came.

However, it would take a long time to get him there. Before that happened, every single one of his siblings and their Mother would have poured themselves into him. If they actually fought to the point of Aakesh's death, it could take eons.

It would be an absurdly epic battle. Not like a Dragon Ball Z, blowing up planets kind of thing; but I doubt anyone could get near them.

(stares) Hello, essay I didn't mean to write!

I hope that answers your question! I think way too much about this stuff...

#the sundered #beloved notte #ruthanne reid #q&a

[imaginedreamwrite]

Wild card Wednesday: Big Bad Steve comes in to see his queen yelling and threatening someone because that person tried to take her place or was wanting to take Steve's place and she was like um no

“I can be a better whore than you, I can do the things you don’t want to.” The offer to get on their knees and suck as their sole life’s purpose would always come off as pathetic and desperate, no matter how much of a twist they put on the words or how seductive they tried to be.

A lot of women thought they would replace you, they imagined they could replace you for someone who was sexually available and poignant every waking hour by presenting themselves as an image of eroticism.

“I am his wife, I will always be his wife and if I see one of more bitch crawling around here gyrating like a whore-“ Steve watched you with burning passion, he had watched you standing opposite a woman who had tried to proposition him berating her like the Queen you were.

The woman was trying too hard to be something he didn’t want, the display of barely there clothes in an attempt to convey herself as a sexual being was a stark contrast to the radiance and sexiness you had radiated in a simple yet classy form fitting one piece jumpsuit. You were nearly fully covered, accentuating your curves and the elements of your body without having to visibly be exposed.

“-you will never lay your hand on him because if you do,” your hair was pulled out of your face, your eyes burning with anger toward the woman who had insulted yourself by thinking they could take over your position, “I’ll cut it off and make you eat it.”

The woman was fearful as she turned away and apologized, and you had stood straight, your shoulders rolling back. You were a merciful woman, you were a gracious wife and queen, and throughout your time by Steve’s side you had learned how to truly defend yourself and your honour.

“I’m proud of you,” Steve had grown hard and hungry watching the display, the ferocity in which you had unleashed, “you’ve come a long way.”

“Was I too harsh?” You turned your head and looked over your shoulder at him, eyes meeting as Steve grasped your hips and pulled you flush against him, his throbbing cock pressed against you.

“No, my queen.” Steve hummed and kissed your softly, another contrast to how badly he wanted to fuck you where you stood. “You were powerful and diminutive. It was incredible to watch.”

“Those kind of women who think they can use their bodies to manipulate everyone around them and then to try and steal you-“

“I can’t be stolen by anyone,” Steve whispered against your neck, pawing at you with growing desire, “especially not when my darling wife takes me cock so good. I’m addicted to you, my beautiful queen.”

“Steve,” you sighed his name and angled your head to give him more access to your neck, “I thought you were busy.”

“I always have time to feel you. And I want to feel you now. Let’s go to my office so I can praise you like I should be.” Steve drew his hand along your waist, teasing you sensually. “Ride my fucking face until you drench it.”

[darthmarrsgf]

it's 2023 and we're posting our drafts on main

(aka HERE, @murder-and-mayhem, HERE IS THE WORST TIMELINE!!!!!!!)

omg ok i'm like,,, nervy to post this? but i do have an affinity for it even though the google doc is literally titled "pain!!!" anyway, this is like a slice of what it would have been like if my darth imperius had been the outlander and separated from andronikos and their daughter for five years. heavy inspo taken from my own complete lack of understanding of how children operate (not in a mean way they just completely baffle me) and my inability to avoid letting the wackiest AUs take over my brain.

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Unayah felt her knees threaten to buckle the moment their arms wrapped around each other. 

“Hello,” she murmured, though the word became largely unintelligible as it passed the precarious lump in her throat.

Andronikos just gripped her tighter, hand reaching up to hold her head against his shoulder. As they stood locked in place, Unayah felt something settle in the deepest recess of her mind—a jagged edge smoothed, a stinging thirst slaked. A spark reignited.

“Sorry it took us so long.” He pulled away, wry smile poorly concealing the unsteadiness in his voice.

Us.

It took all the restraint she could spare not to burst into tears the moment her eyes met Helena’s. She was undeniably the same child Unayah had unwittingly left behind five years earlier, but she was left gutted yet again at the realization of how much she had missed.  

Helena’s features were still rounded, but her head was almost higher than Andronikos’ hip. Though he’d divided her hair into two neat braids, Unayah could tell it had retained the curls she’d marveled at years ago. And her eyes—always a mirror image of her father’s, they now peered up at Unayah with quiet curiosity. The girl’s presence in the Force was strong, vibrant, if unrefined—like an unpolished gem refracting light, it shifted and surged with unchanneled power. Unayah felt an instinctual flare of recognition arc between them, and her already racing heart skipped a beat.

She swallowed, feeling the motion click in her throat as she leaned down to address her daughter directly. Every instinct she had screamed at her to wrap Helena in her arms, but she forced herself to exercise restraint—as much as it devastated her to think about, she was functionally a stranger to the girl, who had already experienced enough upheaval in the journey to Odessen alone. 

“Hello,” she repeated softly, searching Helena’s face as if to memorize every detail. “I know you don’t remember me, and I’m so sorry I was gone. But I—” her voice trembled, and she swiped a hand under her eye to catch the tears that threatened to spill over. “I’ve missed you so much, my love. And I’m so happy to see you again.”

Helena nodded and offered her a small smile. “Daddy told me lots of stories about you,” she replied, glancing up at her father.

“Mostly good ones, I hope,” Unayah said, grinning as she met Andronikos’ eyes.

“He says I’m smart and funny like you. And also stubborn like a—” She frowned. “What was that thing you said?”

“Alright, kiddo, let’s not—” He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. Unayah watched as Helena giggled, marveling at the affinity and ease that radiated from Andronikos and their daughter. An icy pang of fear lanced through her chest—Am I too late? Am I an outsider to them, too?—but she shoved it aside and squared her shoulders.

Despite her determination, her stomach twisted with anxiety. Here she was, reunited with the two most important people in her life, and she had no idea how to interact with one of them. She wracked her brain for an appropriately inviting response as she looked down at Helena, meeting the girl’s curious eyes and hoping her instincts would serve her well. 

“Are you hungry?”

* * *

“She’s a spitfire. Opens her mouth and I swear I hear you talking back at me,” Andronikos mused, eyes following Helena with a fond grin as she chattered animatedly at the C2 droid that had somehow come into the Alliance’s care. 

“I—worried about her. A lot. I didn’t want her to grow up alone, but…”

“She’s perfect,” Unayah murmured, allowing the wistful ache in her chest to swell now that Helena was otherwise occupied. 

Luckily for her, Helena had been hungry, and used the invitation as an opportunity to extort an assortment of her favorite foods from the kitchen. Unayah had mostly watched quietly as they ate, observing her daughter’s interactions with Andronikos with competing flares of affection and anxiety. When she was finished, Helena had politely asked if she could explore the dining area, waiting to slip away until her father nodded his approval.

“And her manners are impeccable. Are you sure you’re the one who raised her?” Unayah teased.

Andronikos snorted, but Unayah immediately regretted the jab. Was it too familiar for him, after all these years? He had clearly done an admirable job of parenting her on his own, and she hadn’t meant—

“Hey,” Andronikos interrupted, dragging her attention back to him. “Naya. Look at me.”

He paused and slowly moved his hand to rest on her knee, giving her ample time to avoid the gesture if she wished. “I know this is… a lot. It’s a lot for me too. But we’ve got time now, okay? I’m here. She’s here. We’re not going anywhere. Never again.”

“No one’s called me that in five years.” Unayah’s eyes stung with unshed tears as she squeezed Andronikos’ hand. “I love you,” she whispered, unable to contain the words any longer. She still had so little understanding of how the past half decade had looked for her husband, but she knew the one core truth that had propelled her forward since the moment she had awoken.

“I love you too,” he said firmly, leaning in to deposit a kiss to the crown of her head. “I never stopped.”

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AAHHHHH YEAH OK OK OK SORRY FOR THE UNSATISFYING STOPPING POINT I HAVE MORE BUT IT'S NOT DONE COOKING YET!!!

#my fic #swtor #darth imperius #oc: unayah

[fancoloredglasses]

X-Men: The Animated Series (As the X Turns)

[All images are owned by Marvel Disney. I swear I’m too small fry to sue]

(Thanks to Miguel Sac)

This week’s review covers what was at the time the greatest animated series done by Marvel (sorry, but the greatest overall animated series up to that point was Batman), but first a bit of background.

(Thanks to Marvel)

When Marvel was creating its Silver Age lineup, nearly every super hero was created due to some sort of accident (Spider-Man was bitten by a spider infused with radiation, the Hulk was caught in an explosion of gamma radiation, Daredevil was hit in the head with a canister filled with radioactive waste, the Fantastic Four were exposed to cosmic radiation (there was a LOT of radiation in the 60s), and Tony Stark made Iron Man in order to save his life after stepping on a land mine)

However, Stan Lee and Jack Kirby wanted something different, so the X-Men were Mutants, born with their powers. There was no small parallel between the struggle of Mutants trying to gain acceptance from the regular humans they defended (who feared and/or hated them) and those of blacks in the 60s suffering under segregation and “Jim Crow” laws.

The series wasn’t popular. I know it’s hard to believe, but...

(Thanks again to Marvel)

It wasn’t until 12 years later when the team expanded beyond the original 5 (plus Professor X) that the team gained popularity (no doubt due in no small part to Wolverine joining their ranks) The struggle between humans and mutants was still there, but over time other “oppressed” subsets of society (such as the LGBTQ+ community) began to see the X-Men as beacons in their struggle for acceptance.

The 1992 series was actually the second attempt at an X-Men series. The first was attempted in the 80s only got as far as the pilot.

(Thanks to Heroes Network)

Yes, they gave the very Canadian Wolverine an Australian accent. According to Google, Crocodile Dundee was popular at the time and the producers wanted to latch onto it.

For whatever reason, this pilot wasn’t picked up, which is a shame. It looked like it had promise.

But enough backstory, on to the series!

For those who don’t know, the X-Men are a group of heroic mutants who defend the very humans who fear and hate them.

The team is led by their founder Charles Xavier (AKA Professor X), a powerful telepath who runs a “School for Gifted Youngsters” that secretly teaches young mutants how to control their abilities and use them to benefit society. Due to an accident in his younger days, he is paralyzed from the waist down. He “has a dream” of a world where humans and mutants can co-exist peacefully.

Xavier’s field commander (since he can’t exactly go into battle in a wheelchair) is Scott Summers (AKA Cyclops) who fires energy blasts from his eyes. Unfortunately he lacks the ability to control them, so Xavier had special lenses made for him that can stop the beams. His visor is one such lens (he wears special sunglasses when not in costume)

Scott’s girlfriend is Jean Grey (AKA...well, in the comics it’s Marvel Girl. In pretty much every other version she doesn’t have an X-Men code name), who is an even more powerful telepath and telekinetic.

However, Scott isn’t the only one vying for Jean’s affections...

Logan (AKA Wolverine (AKA James Howlett in the comics)) is a Canadian native who has heightened senses, a massive healing factor that can recover from any injury (and apparently slow his aging, as he’s over 150 years old in the comics!) His skeleton was also infused with adamantium, a nigh-indestructible alloy, by the Canadian government for some reason.

He is also very likely the most popular character in Marvel Comics (at least until Deadpool came along)

Rounding out the team, we have...

Ororo Monroe (AKA Storm) is an African native who has the ability to control weather. She is also second in command in the field.

Rogue (no actual name given) is from the southern US and has the ability to drain the strength and powers of anyone she has physical contact with (you can imagine what that does to her love life) Somewhere in her past, she held contact with a hero known as Ms. Marvel, putting Marvel in a coma and permanently giving Rogue Marvel’s heightened strength and flight abilities (in the comics, Ms. Marvel (AKA Carol Danvers) would eventually recover and become the third Marvel hero to carry the moniker Captain Marvel (but not the first hero to ever have the name))

Rogue has a flirtatious (if somewhat tragic, due to her abilities) relationship with...

Remy LeBeau (AKA Gambit) is a Cajun from Louisiana who has the ability to charge small objects (he prefers playing cards) with explosive energy.

Hank McCoy (AKA Beast) is a genius-level intellect with heightened strength and agility. His powers were further amplified due to a lab accident that enhanced his mutant genes. This accident also gave him his current appearance.

[Quick note: in the comics, Hank, along with Scott and Jean, were three of the five founding members of the X-Men. For more info about one of the other founders, check out this review]

Rather than Kitty Pryde as the inroad for the audience (as was the case in the failed pilot), the producers created a new character named Jubilation Lee (AKA Jubilee), who can create plasma bubbles (that she calls “fireworks”) that she can control and explode. When the series begins she’s just coming into her powers and isn’t actually part of the team yet.

Of course, if you have heroic mutants trying to save the humans you need evil mutants trying to destroy them.

If Charles Xavier is the mutant version of Martin Luther King Jr., then Erik Lehnsherr (AKA Magneto) is Malcolm X. He has the ability to manipulate magnetism (though he has manipulate non-ferrous metals as well, such as the adamantium in Wolverine’s skeleton) Magneto sees a war between humans and mutants coming and is determined to ensure mutants win.

Magneto and Xavier are friends and want to save mutants, despite their very different approaches.

He is also the leader of an organization known as the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants (way to give away which side you’re on, Magneto) I won’t cover the rest of the members, as many only make a handful of appearances.

However, Magneto and his ilk aren’t the only threats to the X-Men, as humans have their own weapons, including...

...Sentinels, three story tall robots programmed to detect and capture/eliminate mutants.

The series was fairly unique at the time, especially for US animation, in that it was aired as an ongoing story. Most episodes were built off of events in previous episodes. In addition, the action at times took a back seat to the drama within the team, either through the love triangle of Scott, Jean, and Logan or the tragic relationship between Remi and Rogue, and Xavier’s struggle for mutant acceptance among humans.

The series is available on Disney+. If you would like to see an episode (or storyline) reviewed, let me know.

#marvel #animation #x-men #civil rights #Fan Colored Glasses

[firsthumandisaster]

The humanoid typhoon would find himself strapped to a table. The restraints were made with him in mind. His metal arm had been stripped from him, and instead, someone had used the opening to bolt him more firmly to the table. Scientists gathered around him. Their faces were indistinguishable around their masks. They all spoke at the same time and there was no telling who was saying what.

"....brother." He could hear one of them say. "Sister..." was another voice.

The lights shined on him, blurring their figures even more. There was the shine of a scalpel in front of him and the prodding of an IV needle in his arm. Was it the drugs that made this all seem so surreal? That made everything hard to decipher?

"We don't want to lose this one yet." He heard finally. Yet? that didn't sound good. He took a look around. He was surrounded by large chambers filled with something he couldn't truly discern. He focused on it, trying to get whatever it was to come into view.

Then he saw her face. It was a plant. Not even an independent like him, but simply an angel floating in clear liquid. Her limbs, however, had been severed. There was a large cut down her chest that had been sewn back together. There was a similar line of stitches over the top of her head. And her expression was that of a soundless scream.

He had to look away, he couldn't look at it anymore. He turned his head the other direction. That scene was no better. The only difference, was the plant that floated, stitched from being torn to pieces. Was his twin. Knives' eyes were still open, staring at him from the tank. But his hair was black. And his life was gone.

Giving Vash nightmares! || How cruel of you...

The nightmare held Vash fast to its terror. He couldn't break free of the table in the dream, and breaking free from the dream felt impossible. He was crying out, anyone near by might hear, but he was choking on his fear and tears as the images of the Plant and Knives drove into his mind in a way he knew he would never forget.

"Stop! Knives!! You can't be--CAN'T BE!! Help me, Nai!" He was screaming in the dream, and possibly out loud, fighting against his blankets to be free of the bed. The room was filled with light, feather protrusions were stretching from his shoulder, back and right arm.

Falling from the bed was the examination table overturning. Vash hit the ground hard and the blankets were tearing away from his body in a rush of heat. Inside the nightmare was warping around him. The scientists were screaming. There were incoherent words about "out of control" and "sedate him!" and "KILL IT!"

"NO!" Vash's shout was of fear, fear of them and fear of himself. His body was twisting and arching as the restraints broke under the flexing of power he was not controlling. "Stop! Please stop!"

Feathers curled around his real body as he fought the nightmare raging inside him. He was sobbing and yelling incoherently, still struggling to move properly.

Without his prosthetic, Vash was powerless to move properly as his arm morphed and bulged, light breaking through the skin to reveal a young sun blindingly bright and radiating searing heat.

"STOP!! STOP IT PLEASE STOP IT!!" Larger feathered shaped surrounded the bright sun at the core of what was his arm, his body was moving on his own, no matter how much he tried to stop himself.

Knives was right, Vash. If we don't stop them now... They'll wipe us out for good... But what about Meryl? Nick? Zer0? Where were they? Would he kill them if this canon fired and took out another city? Would this time be the end for him? A withered husk like all the others after their power was used up? "No! It can't end this way--Nai--Nai is--he's--" Nai is dead. And so is the rest of this place for killing him.

With a violent jerk that slammed his head into the wall, Vash woke with another shout. The Plant curled up, shaking violently as the feathery glow pulsed in time with his racing heart. He clutched at his right shoulder with the prosthetic that was thankfully whole in the waking world.

"It's okay..." he whispered out loud to hear the words as much as to speak them. "You're okay, its okay. Nothing's wrong. It was a dream.."

A shaky sob escaped him. "It was a dream, right?"

#[Nightmares] #whew that was a doozy #he could use a friend though #someone to let him know he didn't blow something up again #[Vash] #[Diablo;;The Devil's In The Details]

[jasnstilnski]

@mieczlw: this is real, i’m real. look at me.

jason's   panic   is   palpable   ,   if   not   from   the   panicked   breaths   then   from   the   way   that   the   room   is   quickly   getting   warmer   ,   heat   quickly   beginning   to   radiate   off   of   the   boy.      he's   gotten   better   at   controlling   his   powers   over   the   years   ,   but   when   those   intense   moments   hit   it's   impossible   to   completely   control   them.      eyes   are   squeezed   shut   ,   mind   racing   through   images   of   past   trauma   ,   digging   up   things   he'd   rather   forget.      small   body   trembles   ,   curled   into   a   ball   and   doing   all   he   can   to   avoid   existing   in   reality.      he'd   always   been   traumatized   ,   but   his   time   on   the   streets   had   only   made   it   worse   ,   had   only   given   him   more   trauma.      the   smallest   of   things   can   be   enormous   triggers   ,   fear   and   panic   so   quick   to   rise   at   the   sight   or   sound   of   anything   that   reminds   him   of   his   past.   

he   whimpers   ,   shakes   his   head   ,   as   if   his   father's   words   couldn't   possibly   be   true.      but   he   can   feel   the   desperation   ,   the   sincerity   ,   in   miecz's   tone.      it's   enough   to   make   him   risk   it   ,   to   make   him   slowly   and   timidly   open   his   eyes   ,   cautiously   looking   up   at   the   man   in   front   of   him.      there's   no   doubt   that   it's   his   dad   ,   but   still   jason   has   to   stare   for   a   while   before   he   processes   it   ,   tears   streaking   down   his   cheeks   as   he   takes   in   every   feature   on   his   father's   face.      the   heat   in   the   room   slowly   starts   to   settle   ,   or   at   the   very   least   stops   rising   ,   as   jason   starts   to   come   to   terms   with   the   reality   of   it   all   ,   with   the   fact   that   his   father   is   there   and   he's   safe   and   none   of   that   stuff   from   his   past   can   hurt   him.      he   still   shakes   ,   still   cries   ,   his   feelings   far   too   big   for   him   to   be   able   to   control   them   that   much.      he   looks   around   the   room   ,   further   confirmation   of   his   own   safety   ,   of   what's   real.      "   teddy.   "      quiet   voice   is   shaky   with   fear   ,   the   desire   for   comfort   fighting   hard   with   the   fear   of   being   touched.      he   wants   to   hold   his   father   ,   to   be   cradled   in   his   arms   and   feel   safe   ,   but   for   now   all   he   can   do   is   ask   for   his   teddy   bear   ,   pray   that   that's   enough.

#mieczlw #answered. #answered prompts. #in character. #main (5).

[solardick]

The emperor.

Nn-Νν-Ии-Йй-Ηη-

Й-y. И-and-i(e) in its pronunciation for english.

ЯR-vи

Operation affirmation of restitution.

Η-lovers, η-eta. Eta- this is.

He-no/isn’t. On-he

H is an n.

η of its greek name starts win an E.

Its association to introduction is one of the few minuscule letters to change form.

Though it’s easy to criticize. When one is already set in stone. By the atrocities committed by one’s forefathers. One says no, its not ok. And fights against it. Strengthening itself by weakening the other. Which on other hands would say the same.

The first tome i sat in a car it was my right hand that wanted to drive and my left that wanted to shift. So i drive the automatic.

The play of words here is the conception of the left hand of severity and the right hand of mercy.

San affirmation of severity coupled by addition and introduction to strength and its reflection of judgement to negation of He countered by significance of self. And it’s role of dealing with multiple states of affairs.

To keep pace the russians took full advantage of the Ww’s to drastically catch up with the leftern hemisphere’s industrial revolution of severity. Over taxing the populace and normalizing a functioning night life, (later establish by “touching” the moon.) Becoming a world super power.

Its no different than raping and pillaging the native american populace. With the mustard gas equivalent of small pox.

The emperor is given an F. For Fucker and Failure. And F is red. Not for Fun and Family. For and From. Intent and recognition….. it doesn’t work. F speaks of a failure or recognition from the inside out. Flue, fluent, flute, fluke. Fly! Kill it!!!

FLY. Emperor,(feminine/feline). The hermit, seclusion. Y judgement. And the descent of swatting! Back!

A fly portent, is entrapment, vulnerability of becoming entangled caught in a web. On the wisdom side of the hermit. Well, if one bothered to listen to a fly. They show dead ends. Warnings and redirection of attention onto critical matters of import.

Unlike, what eventually becomes, crows. Is the damage. Already done. Killing a a fly of wisdom, leaves a carcass of ones Flesh to be vultured. With viscous intent and the satisfaction from released carnage.

The night a fly first came to me the sky images a horsemen, and a magic moon radiating a spider’s web. It was quite to experience. An experiemce which seem to defy reality as something without a social living force.

What is it? Who does it work? Can i affect it? Control it? I want that power. And yet, fear it. Like a pup to a thunderstorm.

Perhaps its because for most people they fear the nukes. A power, seemingly, stolen from reality and held over the world with a threat. For them. Its not the same.

Save for a fly buzzing on one’s concentration as a reflection and the purposeful intent of keeping one in a wrecked chaotic state. Runs counter the notion of rightful karma towards a notion of ignorance and biased conception. To be repeativevly and consistently driven so low, for so many years, that the only salvation becomes suicide. The F Ф down the middle. As the septer and the people. A rod of severity in the hand of mercy and the apple of mercy in the hand of severity. It breaks down the associations of the negativity in the F and the funny of the E-fool being sent on his way.

Unions. Are a minusculed capital. On every fool act leading to harm, combined to the emperor is another law enacted. All these little laws multiply ad nausium. Choking out, the youthful child.

Man is tarot trashy.

As long as im single and alone and manipulated. Im goign to continue smoking. As ling as im settounded by a bunch of perverts, drg addicts/dealers, criminals. Femenist elitists. And people who cant say two shits to me. Im going to continue smoking. Since i am my envirenment and this environemt sucks too much devil cock for me to function.

The cops are-where in on it. The social health establishment are-where in on it. Thr postmen are in on it. Everyone inknew is/wasnin on it. Company leaders are/was in on it. Theres nothing to do. But languish. Cant even go to work, get a coffee, use social media. Im just here to be used.

What so i can take on the sum, total karma of my entire family while they fdont have to. Fuck off.

Whats next? I am going to be tossed back into the gutter beaten on, destabilized, drugged up again. For the sheer convenience of raping me somemore? Wonder what stability and a sense of sexurity feels like. Going on 39 years. Still dont know. But thats ok because the environwmt. Doea a great job at keeing the self-destructive in overstock.

In my walking distance alone. I got 1, 2,3,4 “gas stations” a hard alchohol dispensary. And a drug dispensary. And more sugar than i am capable of digesting in an entire lifetime. And an dozen other places i can by cigareets at. Like the grocery stores and conveinence stores. I cant walk down my neighborhood and find plenty of roaches on the ground. Most tv media is full of sexual conditioning. Plenty of them start off in a healthy fashion, and then gradually lead into gay/lesbo motivations and support. South/northen american tv is a little safer.

The war on drugs was a joke. All that money for prevention? What? I could go buy a hightimes magizine in my local convirnce store and order the seeds i need to grow my own drugs. Fuck all of you.

Saved so to speak by a nurse and her deaf daughter. Offering me a lift home. As for a Pisces moon. And the results of a portent to extend into the future needs of being taken care of due to too much toxicity. Which seems only likely. In a hospital bed. Where they are paid to do so. Better off soending a life savings on escort services to be lied to.

So it seems the playlist plays out true. Adapting to the positive aspects which was put down at the end as a means of over endulgence into self -destructive acts based upon the lunar-nizing of the cultrural heritage. Mornings are the worst.

Even though with the latest attack using the female. Its been theming lately with positivity in aftermath. Theres a desire of trust here, in knowing the future isnt doomed to BS. 38 years of history say differently.

She being a mother figure. And another girl i crossed whom seemed numbed and depressed. She was pretty. Too. I said good morning, she saw, turned her head a couple degrees. Which means she barely acknowledged at all. and continued walking. I felt bad. I wanted to cheer her up. And we left at the same time. My own mother was against healthcare. All fire. No water. We’ve never really spoke and everytime i tried. I just ended up being beaten on. I have no love for her. There’s no “Poor mother”. Other than the empathy i cant afford to give her. No woman. You never loved me. And its not something im allowed to have.

So we created a script and its being reflected back. 🙄 as usual. And thats, done. Finnish. Replay the list. A mute and loss. The moon and suffering.

#tarot #tarotblr #qwerty #the emperor #russia