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Beyond the Threshold of Awareness
The Unutterable Presence There exists a state beyond all conceptual understanding, a dissolution of every boundary that once defined existence. It is not merely an experience but an annihilation of the experiencer—a cataclysmic merging into the unfathomable. This is not illumination in the conventional sense; it is the collapse of all divisions, the vanishing point where emptiness and form cease…
#Boundless Awareness#brahman#Consciousness#dissolution of self#Divine Presence#Emptiness and form#Enlightenment#Mystical Experience#nonduality#Self-realization#spiritual awakening#The Absolute#Transcendence#Ultimate Reality
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my longest friend and companion
#persona 3#ryomina#ryoji mochizuki#minato arisato#makoto yuki#pharos#thanatos#lizzy does art#hii everyone long time no post :) been logged out of tumblr for a few months but im still alive and well ^_^#a little something to celebrate one of my favorite days in persona 3 + my favorite pairing...#ryomina is still one of my favorite ships ever because they're so uniquely shaped by their circumstances#death as minato's longest companion throughout life for ten years... always there for him even when death took so much from him#i will forever love death's different forms. pharos. ryoji. thanatos. (not displayed here: nyx avatar)#and i also loved visdev portfolios that have color keys showing rooms with different lighting conditions.#so i smashed those two together and boom :D i made this!!! it was lots of fun :)#not displayed is a fifth image where the room is empty bc minato is long gone (he's in the great seal with ryoji)#i hope everyone has had a very lovely 2024... congrats on making it this far... i cant wait to see what 2025 holds!
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TOP FORM (2025) I EP. 1 & 2 "Is there any way for me to stand beside Akin?"
#top form#top form the series#jinakin#jin x akin#userrlaura#forfive#userspicy#userfrantaglia#clairedaring#rosytracks#usertorti#khaotunq#smart chisanupong#boom raweewit#userrlana#uservix#absolutely loved all the choices this show made so far#it's a bit stylized and it truly makes it stand out from other generic shows#and let's be honest - the chemistry is there!!!!!!#love also the idea that jin was like an empty puppet walking around until akin brought him to life#and now jin is gonna dedicate his life to akin - as a guardian angel no less#and whoever decided to actually cast actors with a 10 year gap - im kissing you on the mouth#bc you can feel that akin is more mature especially considering his cold demeanor and yet jin is able to get under his skin#10/10 no notes#mywork
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you, and what little remains of your brother.
#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#metal sonic#miles tails prower#unbreakable bond#'family photo. say cheese!' neither of them have a mouth lol..#tails doll#thinking again abt how metal sonic was reprogrammed to hate tails. and yet he still must feel horrid guilt over his death.#im a 'tails doll has bad future tails inside; hes just not All there like metal is' truther#me (drawing thinsg that most likely arent even canon) I HATE THIS WHY IS THIS SO DEPRESSING#if you couldnt tell... tails is using sonics weird uncoiled arm as a pillow...#it isnt relevant but i think theyre in the westside dump here. back where he found tails in the first place.#i dont think either of them remember that by now. only 'this place is painful. this place is important.'#roboticized sonic theory#the title is supposed to be vague as well. works in either direction#tails doll->my brother my hero. trapped in that horrifying form. unable to be the good person i KNOW he is. is there any part of you left?#metal sonic->my brother my hope. trapped in that useless body. does he even recognize me? how much can you think? see? feel? are you empty?#my nyart#anywya#i have other versions with amy (her silhouette at least LOLSIES) but i didnt like em as much so i just... byebye ✌#serious co.pa opening vibes from this#'sachi is my pride and joy... i dont think she even recognizes me anymore...'#you get it#thats not a question. its a command. you Understand. you Do Understand...
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🖤 The Emptiness Machine - Part 1.
A lyric comic + an AU where Sanji has had a kind of ”Gollum-Smeagol” situation with Stealth Black for all his life. Tired of being in the back seat Black’s gaslighting intensifies to fully take control. But does Zoro know?










Visit me and this comic at bluesky!🦋
#holy shit it’s finished#enjoy the combined premium linkin park zosan angst#hope the tiny text doesn’t get compressed to pixel hell istg#zosan#the emptiness machine#linkin park#the moment emily walked on that stage and absolutely shredded that chorus linkin park was SO BACK BABY#and this started to form in my mind about a week later#i never got to make a lyric comic as a teen so now was my chanse haha#I was insecure to post this since I included some personal angst into this but the feedback has been just heartwarming#so I’ll post this here too enjoy!#anniinart#one piece#art#comics#lyric comic#hope my fiddly brain gets into the mood to continue this soon
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sometimes I think about some Loop designs and how Loop could secretely be made to last no longer than the 2 days inside the loop and just a few days afterward. Like the luna moth. no mouth or digestive system. They starve.
(Also referencing this art, because I TRIED not looking but I don't doubt this fella was in the back of my mind when I drew this)
#isat#in stars and time#loop isat#loop and whoever you ship them with could still do hot gay shit though. like the luna moth#fun fact apparently there are many if not most moths that just Dont Eat because they're not formed right. Evolution you bastard#art#fanart#kitscribbles#ALSO FORGIVE ME FOR THE RADIOACTIVE GREEN????#THEY LOOK SO MUCH PALER ON MY SCREEN THE FUCK#HELP. HELPPP#mothfrin and loopmoth trying to theory craft except mothfrin cant stop staring at loopmoth head empty pretty light#loopmoth cant just fucking fly away because their sense of direction is BORKED
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Briar is having. Such a bad time.
Anyways @naffeclipse here are more doodles of scenes that gave me an ungodly amount of brainrot. thanks for writing such an awesome piece of work
EDIT: totally forgot to include links to other art for this lovely fic
Previous art of these two: First - Second - Third - Bad end - Fourth
EDIT: IM EATING THESE COMMENTS/TAGS LIKE KIRBY THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH YOU'RE SO SWEET AAAA
#hi ignore the tags if you dont wanna risk getting slightly spoiled to the context inside lovelies#o' medusa spoilers#o' medusa#doodle#sketch#my art#fic art#naffeclipse#ive never drawn a rendition of springtrap in my LIFEE i hope it's close enough to his actual form in the fic#pissed off eclipse is also very fun to draw hehe#small detail: whose room do you think eclipse is in the second half of those panels?#it's very empty in there#eclipse x reader#these were so fun to do im gonna be so honest rn
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Doll: Miss? Can this one ask you something?
Witch, smiling: Go ahead doll. I'm all ears.
Doll: This one was... wait... Miss is all ears?
Witch, nodding: Yes sweetie I-
Doll, eyes filling with alarm and awe: Butbutbut where are they?! Are they like really really small? Are they invisible?! Are they magic ears?!
Witch, rolling its eyes: Dear that-
Doll, starting to whisper: This one must be very quiet. All those ears must make everything super loud. I'm just gonna go clean Miss. It loves you.
Witch, shrugging and sighing: I wonder what it wanted to ask...
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[Worlds in Worlds — Danusha Laméris]
#me remaking black mask again ??#more likely than u think#poem's about shuake btw#not actually. but#what if your resentment & desire had physical form#what if they could fight about it ...#contrary to what u might think#robin is actually winning rn#persona 5#p5#persona 5 royal#p5r#procreate#2023#goro akechi#5.5 hours#not fixing the red on his cape i am DONE#if this schedules wrong .....#originally gonna color this like the other pixel ones#but that took too much time. so brain gone head empty way
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Beyond the Verbal Abyss
Embracing the Indescribable in the Pursuit of Nondual Consciousness The realm of metaphysics has been exploring the uncharted territory of human existence since the inception of philosophical thought. The concept of ‘Turiyatita’, borrowed from the ancient Vedantic wisdom, invites us to delve into the mystery of the Ultimate Nondual Presence. In a state of supreme transcendence, Turiyatita…
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#Absolute#Akashic waters#brahman#Consciousness#Cosmic Reality#Ego#Emptiness and form#Enlightenment#God#Ground of All Existence#Illuminated Awareness#Indescribable#metaphysics#Nondual Presence#Self-Discovery#Self-realization#Spiritual Journey#Transcendence#Turiyatita#Ultimate Nothingness#Vedanta
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green apple flavor
#library of ruina#lobotomy corporation#lobcorp#lobotomy corp spoilers#lobcorp spoilers#couldnt help it. the box. the meltdownerr (going though severe mental agony manifesting in a form bursting forth from metal)#i have ao mant sketches... i havent finished.... lor angela floor of lit drawinfs.... but my motivation is ASS and most of what ive made#recently also feels like shit. mind empty doodles w netz to try and get myself out of the gutter#.... murky. gutter wky dont ask me w#trying to find time... ahhhh the time. the TIME .#anyways. netz :)#actually i forgot to tag him#Netzach#netzach lor#netzach lobotomy corporation#netzach lobcorp#covers it i think. yippee wahoo aghhbvabnamkpeiu#right giovanni too o guess. hey king. itty bitty tiny one. littlr guy.#the goodbye tender one was just because i was listening to it and dongdang kills the cover per normal#i really love fragment of the universe. one of my favorite abnos. i got it on day 6 ish in lobcorp. its not hostile or meaning to cause harm#it wishes to communicate and to be heard to to share knowledge and thoughts. yet it is also persistsnt and insistent to communicate the#whole of it. wanting the other to know and learn the entirety of it. to be heard and understood in full. the ways of doing so is forceful#and causes harm. which then causes a dynamic of it wishing to have full knowledge and understanding while the other party rightfully shuts#it out and refuses to listen. in the ego and in lor mentioning ignoring it and not paying it any mind. even though it trys to go out of its#way to communicate itself as friendly and around ideas of joy such as a childs scribble of hearts. plus with the sounds of something akin to#a whale iirc. then tying together with the line of singing and song. i love u fragment of the universe
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my sketchbook doodles from today
#my art#block tales#in stars and time#isat spoilers#block tales spoilers#i really like giving hatred the Void Pit Face can you tell. it’s cute#it’s literally cute! (being formed from pure unfiltered hatred who tried to kill the body it resides in)#body it resides in…..thus can be plurality.#the empty space on the first one pisses me off btw but idont feel like drawing anything else there.. sorgy
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The Rain Storm
God, please, somebody open.
Your car stalled out about a mile back. You swear it's raining hard enough to have flooded the engine. You tried waiting by your car, to hitchhike or borrow a toolbox or find someone with cell service, but hours passed with nothing but the rain keeping you company.
This was the only house you passed for miles on this backwater forest-dense road, paved with loose gravel and prayers. You don't know how you even got here. Slowly, the highway, your highway, began to shift into something less and less familiar. You must've missed your turn.
Finally, someone opens the door. The young woman is surprised to see you, and quickly ushers you inside. She takes your coat and asks you kindly to sit on the couch, saying she'll inform a "Miss" that you've arrived. You don't care for her word choice.
The manor is extravagant. The walls are aged, but thick and sturdy enough to last many lifetimes more. The rug has a pattern too ornate to make out in the darkness, and every piece of furniture seems like a precious heirloom.
"So, you'll be our little visitor, then?"
A woman... no, something more. She's otherworldly. Her face looks sculpted from marble by the most talented visionaries, but her skin looked as soft as silk. Her hair flowing down her shoulders like a river from a mountain, perfectly framing her lovely silhouette. And her voice, lord above her voice, it was an orchestra, a distillation of beauty, every husky syllable like a kiss from a rose.
You somehow answer her.
"Well, aren't you a dear. Rosemary, refreshments."
There were two other women by her side, one now scurrying off into another room. The other brings over a large comforter, which it unfolds and places around you in a single swift act of elegance.
The lady sits in a loveseat across the coffee table. She asks you how you managed to find this neck of the woods. Where you where going before you did. How well the job is going, if your coworkers treat you well. Friends, hobbies, sex life. It doesn't occur to you that you can refuse her. She seems so radiant, her inquisitions so genuine and thoughtful, that the prospect of denying her seems too disrespectful.
The girl from earlier returns, and your eyes are caught by everything on her tray. It's your absolute favourite, the epitome of comfort food. If you were on death row, this would be your final meal. What a coincidence.
You thank the maid and immediately dig in. The lady seems fit to observe you in silence as you enjoy your meal. With the last of it gone, the maid returns and collects the tray.
Maybe it was the light. Surely, it must have been. At first you figure it was an eccentricity of her uniform, before you notice how abruptly the sleeves end, much earlier. Perhaps it's some sort of disability, but you can't imagine how she'd work in such a profession if that were the case.
"Is something bothering you, dear?"
You muster the courage to ask about her maid, only after she's returned to the kitchen, hopefully out of earshot.
"I can't say I know what you're talking about, dear. You've had a long night, surely you must be seeing things. Perhaps it's time for you to get some rest. I'll have you shown to your arrangements."
Another maid emerges. She's the same as the other one. She may not be identical, with differences in the hair and minor ones in the face, but they still look like variations of the same toy.
She leads you to your room. You have plenty of time to analyze her now. There's something artificial about her. Something off about the texture of her skin, the way it doesn't seem to catch the light quite how it should. Her movements are unnatural, like something prerecorded and edited. It's too even, too smooth, and much too stiff.
And then there's... the joints. She doesn't have elbows. She doesn't have them, not nearly the same way you do. Her bicep and forearm simply stop at a point of connection. It seems manufactured, unnaturally round, with lines where she's allowed movement.
You hesitate once you reach your door. You tell the maid you want to ask her something. She bows respectfully, saying you are allowed one question before she returns to her duties. You ask her what's wrong with her body, worded inelegantly from a night of exhaustion and confusion.
The maid bows respectfully. "There's nothing wrong with this one's body."
. . . . .
You're woken by knocking.
You allow the maids to enter your room. The serene morning sunlight gently pours into the room as they greet you, offering to help you prepare yourself for breakfast. You refuse and politely ask them to provide you some privacy, to which they happily comply.
Your body feels stiff as you pull yourself out of bed. There's a soft crack whenever you struggle to bend and stretch.
Your clothes have been washed, dried, and folded for you through the night. They feel even softer than they did when you first bought them.
You finish as much of your routine as you comfortably can in a stranger's house before leaving the dormitory, making your way to where you remember the kitchen to be. It's eerily quiet, with only your footsteps to hear.
The dining table is long, with the lady sitting at the furthest end, illuminated by the morning sunlight. She is surrounded by empty chairs, and a collection of maids standing at the ready against the walls of the room.
"How nice of you to stay for breakfast, darling. You wouldn't want to miss it for the world."
A row of maids emerge from the connected kitchen, all carrying a hot plate of food. They place each one in front of you; pancakes with syrup, waffles with fresh fruit, scrambled eggs with a side of bacon cooked to perfection, golden hash browns, french toast with butter still melting, and a smoothie and a coffee to drink
All the plates are placed in front of you. The lady only has a mug of fresh tea.
You choose a food at random to pick at, not feeling very hungry. You want to strike up a conversation with the lady, eager to ease your mind, but it only now occurs to you that you never exchanged names. You apologize for this and ask for hers.
"Oh, don't worry about a detail like that." She gave a carefree smile as she shook her head. "If you simply must use something for me... I suppose Miss will work for you."
Miss. That fits in place in your brain more naturally than it should.
You've barely touched all the extravagant food before you start to feel satiated. "It's okay if you're not feeling hungry." Says Miss. "Don't worry about the waste. I promise it'll be eaten."
You thank her, believing her, as the maids begin to collect the plates. As one steps behind you, reaching around to grab the pancakes, you try to get her attention and ask if-
"The maids don't like to be bothered when they're working, dear." Miss chimes, almost playfully. "But please, ask me whatever you like."
You ask her if she comes from money, commenting on how many maids she has. She looks to the side, thinking for only a moment. "My... darlings aren't concerned about something as silly as money. Service is their purpose."
You ask her to elaborate. Lightning strikes, audible even over the sound of the rain storm crashing against the windows.
"Oh, what a mess. Seems like you'll have to stay another night. Don't worry, we don't mind the extra company."
You excuse yourself to the bathroom.
It's untouched. It's kept in spotless condition just as the rest of the house is, but the toilet paper that hangs from the roll is fresh out of the package, and the plastic for the hand soap on the sink is the only thing in the trash can.
You flush the toilet and leave, hovering off to the side across the hall. Within seconds, a maid wanders in to clean. You politely stop her, desperation clear in your voice as you ask if she's human.
The maid bows respectfully. "Not anymore."
You make a break for it.
You open the front door, only for a sudden burst of wind to blow you backwards, slamming the door shut in front of you. If you were of sound mind, you may have noticed the decorations were all still in their place, as if such a harsh wind didn't blow at all.
You stumble backwards, your mind racing, before you bump into her. She's tall enough to rest her elbows on your shoulders.
"I know you must be so worried about your life, dear. You must have people waiting for you, a place in society that you have to act out... but you don't have to worry much longer. I'll take care of everything for you. Would you care to follow me?"
Of course you follow her. You're terrified of what could happen if you don't. Your body moves on its own. It must be the fear, surely.
Miss guides you to a room you don't recognize. It's an uncanny cross between a dentist's office and a mechanic's workshop, each schema just barely wrong enough.
She gestures to the structure in the middle. It's an operating table. "Go on cutie, you know what to do."
With as much apprehension as you can afford to muster, you do as Miss says. You climb onto the table, laying down with your hands resting on your torso. You try to ask what she's going to do to you, but she interrupts you with a hand cupping your cheek.
"I'm going to make you mine."
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This one holds the warmed leftovers out on the tip of its hand. Miss's treasured carnivorous plant feels it with the tip of its mouth, expertly taking small chomps until it reaches this one's fingers, stopping just as the meat does.
This doll feels an emptiness dissipate through its body, a reward for a job well done. It feels just a little less like a person, its old life being lifted off its shoulders and taken further and further away.
It begins to walk towards its next task. Its movements are exactly what they need to be, elegant and intentional. A pretty doll for Miss.
Just as it returns to the manor, the rain begins. It starts slow, convincing, picking up ever so slowly into a storm.
After a long, pleasant moment of stillness, this one hears knocking. It waits, convincing, just as it was told. The doll is surprised to see its guest, and quickly ushers them inside. It takes their coat and asks them kindly to sit on the couch, saying it'll inform a "Miss" that they've arrived.
The guest doesn't care for her word choice.
#this one's words#empty spaces#dollposting#witchposting#this story is about... 1.8k words! this one is proud of itself#it tried to go for something of a short-form horror angle for this. it hopes it was effective!
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my love letter to you (happy early white day chat)
#my art#twisted wonderland#riddle rosehearts#ace trappola#ridoace#acerido#riddle's dorm form looks so empty without his cape thing. oh well#also i love flower language. :)#rose language meaning diff things.... it's so over the amount of rose parallels i can draw between these two
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theres a light in your eyes that never goes out
#now that im looking at tjis its not that good but WHATEVER#theres a lot to this one#mostly about pest#i left a lot of empty black canvas space to represent pests lonliness#pest is very isolated from everyone; both mentally and physically; even after his escape from jail#machinery and building things seem to be one of his only forms of comfort. so naturally; objectum pest; of course#but in a way i think this would make it easier for him to let scag in. because shes a machine; something hes found comfort in for-#-likely a long time#one of the only things lighting up the darkness; aside from pests own eyes; is scags screen. representing her making his life brighter#we can see theres still a gap between them; as pest isnt so easily trusting; but she still allows scag to get close#anyway thats my two cents for this rarepair only like 5 people actually care about#can more of you guys like tvbeetle so i dont look insane here#regretevator#regretevator fanart#regretevator pest#regretevator scag#pest x scag#scag x pest#tvbeetle#roblox#roblox regretevator#roblox fanart#lesbian#objectum
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He dies if you don't pay attention to him, its a very urgent situation for an uncle to attend to.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#jiang cheng#jin ling#In the audio drama he's banging on the door and it cracks me up#i really wanted to draw jin ling banging on a window but I could not make it look right B*(#he exhibits such strong needy little dog vibes in this scene#scratching and banging at the door because its *Closed*!!!! how could you do this!!! aughhh!!!#i called him jiang cheng’s designer depression puppy before but this really proves it#this is the perfect and ideal form of a spoiled character. when he gets away beeing needy because he’s loved#JC’s threats are *so* empty. He’s the uncle who says ‘no more candy for today’ and caves after looking at JL’s wet eyes#‘hey op are you going to talk about the clown nose?’ okay sure. it was tucked into the fluff of the dog from the last comic#or maybe wwx just grows them every once in a while when he’s being a clowned on
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