#Enjoy anon!

[the-kingshound]

I read it at a late hour and dont remember much, I apologize BUT THERE WERE VARIATIONS?!?? Replay time!!!

The variations were fairly simple, but each RO scene was around 1k word (obviously Yniol... not) and in that you have one choice that raises your subtle stat, and another that raises your bold stat (you can check in the character profile)

[tetraduels]

any chance you could share that bancalawalker pdf ?

whistles innocently while discreetly handing you this from my pocket

[im-nora-ephron-bitch]

I need help. I read this Creloise fic a while ago and I can’t for the life of me remember the name. I know it has Cressida marrying Alfred and a scene where she arranges a meal for all of his family specifically mentioning where she sits certain relatives, and the, navigating their marriage of convenience & allowing Cressida to explore her relationship with Eloise.

I think this could be it?

Someone on the LGBT Discord server pointed it out so I don’t get any credit

[doodledex-project]

Trick or Treat!

oh geez i wasn't expecting this uh

I hope you like Swedish Veluza! (Obviously packaged, this picture is to give you an idea of what the candy looks like.)

[three--rings]

hello there! Im finally taking the plunge to watch kinnporsche, but i was wondering if there's a safe website to watch from? Or any website in particular, please? Appreciate the help, thank you!

So the only official way to watch it is on iqiyi. You can watch up to I think ep 10 of the TV version for free on there. But you probably really want the uncut "La Forte" version, which is VIP only. So you could do a month trial of VIP to get access to those. (Also wasn't it on Viki for a while or am I crazy? It's not now at any rate.)

Otherwise it is available on a lot of bootleg streaming sites, which are mostly fairly safe provided you have good adblocking and security in place when you visit them.

Or you could click here.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Jam, please do "I want to kiss you." 😍😍😍😍😍😍

Done! Sorry for the delay. 🫣

With a bit of sadness, Volodymyr saw Olena's apartment building appear in the distance as they walked along the pavement holding hands. Involuntarily, his grip on her hand tightened, and Volodymyr intertwined their fingers more, not wanting their time together to end just yet.

"Vova, you're holding my hand a little too tightly," Olena interrupted her story about her current project, and Volodymyr loosened his grip a little.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to."

Olena smiled a bit before continuing her story. But eventually, they stopped at the path that led to the front door of the house. Volodymyr was thinking so hard about what reason he could use to persuade Olena to stay or take another walk that he almost expected little puffs of smoke to come out of his ears. Olena, meanwhile, was standing in front of him somewhat indecisively, her eyes darting back and forth between the front door and Volodymyr.

"We could go for another walk," he suggested, looking at Olena with a hopeful smile, which she shyly returned.

Olena's heart had been beating fast since Volodymyr had picked her up from the university, and now it was skipping a beat while the tingly feeling that Olena always got in Volodymyr's presence appeared in her stomach. Then she looked down at her watch and, with a soft sigh, let her eyes drift to the house before Olena looked at him again. There was regret in her eyes now.

"I wish I could, but I should have been home twenty minutes ago. I'd better go upstairs before my parents get worried," Olena said sadly.

"What if you go upstairs, tell your parents and then we go for a walk?"

Volodymyr stepped in front of her to cover the house and so that she could look him straight in the eye. He did not let go of Olena's hand. Instead, his thumb caressed her fingers tenderly as he smiled at her. Olena returned the smile and she had the feeling that her heart was beating so fast that Volodymyr could hear it. His smile was charming and engaging, Volodymyr's eyes looked at her gently and seemed to be able to look deep into her soul. The longer his fingers caressed hers and the longer he looked at her, the stronger the tingling in Olena's stomach became. And it spread all over her body. The many good reasons and rational thoughts that Olena had until a moment ago fell silent, and she melted inside. Of course, Olena wanted to stay and spend some more time with Volodymyr. But Olena reminded herself to be reasonable. If she didn't go upstairs soon, she would be grounded and then she wouldn't be able to spend any more time with Volodymyr.

"I really have to go, Vova," Olena said, though her voice didn't sound entirely convinced.

The second part of her sentence, that she would have liked to stay and take another walk with him, got stuck in Olena's throat. She was simply too shy to say it out loud. With a beguiling smile, Volodymyr stepped closer to Olena, and her breath caught a little as Olena's gaze fell briefly on his lips. Volodymyr was pleased to notice this, as well as the fact that her cheeks darkened a little. He leaned closer to Olena. So close that the tips of their noses almost touched. Olena held her breath, expecting a kiss, but Volodymyr stopped and just looked at her. Her eyes remained on his lips.

"And there's absolutely nothing I can do to persuade you to spend a little more time with me?" he asked with a flirtatious undertone.

Olena could think of something, especially the longer she looked at his lips. But she remembered what the consequences would be if she stayed and spent more time with Volodymyr.

"I'm afraid not," Olena could only breathe in response, her voice no longer willing to obey her.

With all her strength, she forced herself to look into his eyes again. Volodymyr smiled sympathetically, but Olena saw the disappointment in his eyes that she felt in her heart. But it was as if the air between and around them was suddenly filled with sparks, a kind of electricity. There was an attraction that Olena had only experienced with Volodymyr so far. And it was growing stronger by the second, so Olena looked at his lips again for a brief moment before quickly lifting her eyes again.

"Are you sure?" Volodymyr asked quietly, and Olena swallowed before nodding because that was all she could do.

He felt the excited tingling in his body increase. The few times Volodymyr had been allowed to kiss Olena, he could count on one hand. And Volodymyr wasn't complaining at all. The only problem was that ever since that first kiss, he was absolutely addicted to kissing Olena. To the point where Volodymyr wanted to kiss her every second of the day. Olena's lips were warm and soft, her kisses tasted sweet, and there was something intoxicating about them. Everything in Volodymyr's head was always spinning, and he felt as light as if he was floating. And after a kiss, the world seemed more colourful, sunnier and beautiful. But Olena was still very reserved - a quality Volodymyr loved about her - which was why he didn't want to force himself on Olena, no matter how much Volodymyr wanted to kiss her at every opportunity. Patience was a virtue he didn't really have but one that Volodymyr was working very hard on at the moment. He would wait a hundred years for Olena if he had to. Volodymyr would do much, if not everything, for her as long as he could be with Olena and close to her. And she looked at him as she was looking at him now.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" Volodymyr asked, his heart pounding with excitement.

"Tomorrow I have university again ..." Olena began evasively, but he refused to accept this answer.

Jokingly, Volodymyr began to sulk and took another small step towards her. He could smell Olena's perfume and felt the warmth radiating from her body.

"Please. I miss you too much otherwise, Len. I can't wait until the day after tomorrow."

Olena let out a shy but very flattered giggle as she lowered her eyes in sheepishness and Olena felt her cheeks grow very warm. They literally burned when she suddenly felt Volodymyr's finger on her chin and how he gently lifted her gaze. It was like ants were running through her whole body.

"After my seminar ... before I go to the library ... I have some time," Olena said breathlessly, feeling hot and cold because of how Volodymyr looked at her.

So lovingly. And ... desirous.

"We could go for a coffee?!" Olena suggested, swallowing as Volodymyr's finger trailed briefly from her chin over her cheek before taking his hand away again.

Olena immediately missed the touch and looked back to his lips. Kissing Volodymyr was one of the most beautiful feelings in the world, along with holding his hand and being close to him, and yet Olena almost never dared. What if Volodymyr found her too intrusive? Or too possessive? What if he thought it was silly that she wanted to kiss him all the time? And Olena certainly didn't want to appear clingy.

"I'll pick you up. When will you be ready?" Volodymyr asked, smiling brightly.

"Can you be there just before five?"

He nodded, and his smile widened.

"I'm looking forward to our date. That's all I'll be dreaming about tonight."

Olena's stomach fluttered, and she had to giggle again.

"No, you won't, but if you keep making jokes like that, I'll start to believe them," she said, lowering her eyes.

"I was serious," Volodymyr replied, sounding like he was.

Then Olena heard a noise and looked up. A neighbour was coming out of the front door, and Olena just nodded to him before the neighbour disappeared. Meanwhile, she thought about what to say to Volodymyr since she hadn't expected him to really mean what he said. Olena decided to leave it at that, hoping that her cheeks would eventually stop burning. Instead, she gestured with her head in the direction of the apartment building, and they walked to the front door in silence for a moment, holding hands. Olena looked at Volodymyr as they stopped beside it. He was still looking at her happily and gently, and it didn't seem to bother him in the least that she hadn't said anything back. Not for the first time, Olena realised how much easier everything was with Volodymyr.

"I really should be going," she began, smiling. "Thank you for a lovely afternoon and evening. And the invitation to the cinema and dinner," Olena continued, and Volodymyr's smile widened a little.

"You're very welcome. I had a lovely time with you, too."

"I'll pay for the coffee tomorrow!"

"Let's see ..." he replied, grinning, at which she shook her head slightly and rolled her eyes, but Olena smiled and Volodymyr saw her eyes sparkle.

"You always pay, Vova," she said, and he stepped so close to Olena that their bodies were almost touching.

She swallowed and Olena's eyes fell on Volodymyr's lips again as she leaned slightly towards him, but Volodymyr made no move to kiss her.

"Of course, I'll pay. You're my girlfriend," he said lovingly, his voice full of tenderness, and Olena looked into Volodymyr's eyes again, her heart beating wildly at his words. "Remember? I'm your boyfriend ... you're my girlfriend ... we're dating ..." Volodymyr continued teasingly.

"I remember there was something like that ..." Olena joked, and he laughed softly.

His heart pounded in his throat and Volodymyr felt a little dizzy with happiness. Then he gathered all his courage.

"And since you're my girlfriend, you're my darling. And I'll pay for my darling if I go on a date with you."

Volodymyr resisted the urge to kiss her but waited and gave Olena time. It was the first time he had ever called her that. Olena's mouth was slightly open as she took a deep breath. She looked at him with wide eyes, her gaze moving back and forth between Volodymyr's lips and his eyes. Olena swallowed a few times as if she wanted to say something, but Olena remained silent.

"What?" he asked with a smile, deciding to be a little bolder by placing his free hand on her waist, causing Olena to gasp softly in surprise.

"Oh, nothing ..." she said haltingly, looking back at his lips.

"Tell me ..." Volodymyr whispered, encouragingly looking at Olena.

"It ... it's ..." she stuttered, looking into his eyes again. "It's just that ..."

"Yes?" Volodymyr breathed and swallowed as he saw Olena unconsciously lick her lips and then lightly bite her lower lip.

"I want to kiss you," Olena blurted out in a burst of fearlessness, her wish suddenly greater than her shyness. "I would really like to kiss you."

Volodymyr's smile turned into a blissful grin as the hand on Olena's waist slid to her back.

"Well, another benefit of me being your boyfriend is ..." he began teasingly, waggling his eyebrows. "You can kiss me anytime and as much as you want," Volodymyr continued, leaning forward, but he stopped just short of Olena's lips, tilting his head slightly until his lips were hovering next to her cheek.

Olena's head was spinning, and if Volodymyr didn't hold her, she would probably fall over.

"How would you like to kiss me?" he whispered into Olena's ear. "Like this?"

Volodymyr kissed her tenderly on the cheek before his lips brushed along it.

"Or like this?" he asked, kissing the place next to the corner of her mouth.

Olena had closed her eyes during the first kiss, her breathing heavy and her heart fluttering. Volodymyr let his lips slide further, touching Olena's gingerly until they hovered in front of hers, just the tips of their noses touching.

"Like this," Olena breathed, closing the distance between them and kissing Volodymyr.

The ants and butterflies in her body exploded into small fireworks. Volodymyr's knees almost gave out. Olena let go of his hand to rest both of hers gently on his chest, and Volodymyr placed his free hand on Olena's cheek. They stayed like that for a while, kissing each other again and again. But the initially tender and gentle kisses quickly turned into more intimate ones. Volodymyr pulled Olena closer into his arms, and without her noticing that they were moving, Olena suddenly felt the house wall at her back, against which Volodymyr carefully pressed her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and as one hand went into Volodymyr's hair, he made a sound that made Olena feel hot. Volodymyr began to kiss her all the more passionately, and when he elicited a soft sigh from Olena against his lips, Volodymyr could have sworn that angels were singing at the same time and that he had never heard a more beautiful sound. Volodymyr was wrong because the second sigh, when a hand moved to her bottom, was even better. And they would have continued kissing passionately and tenderly at the same time if a group of people had not suddenly come out of the apartment building. Embarrassed and with burning cheeks, Olena quickly broke the kiss and took a step away from Volodymyr as he tried to catch his breath and turned away from the people. He couldn't help but let his tongue slide over his lips. Volodymyr could still taste Olena. Embarrassed, they waited until the people were out of earshot and out of sight. Then he cleared his throat loudly before Volodymyr looked at Olena, who was also looking in his direction. There was a moment of silence before they both started to laugh, their cheeks flushed.

"So I'll see my darling tomorrow shortly before 5 PM?" Volodymyr asked with a broad smile, and that tingling sensation returned to Olena's body when he called her that.

"Yes," Olena managed to answer, still breathless from their kiss.

Volodymyr's goodnight kiss left her just as breathless, though it was tender and loving in comparison. Nevertheless, Olena knew she would only think about it tonight. Volodymyr waited until he saw her go up the stairs and then made his way back, feeling exhilarated. Volodymyr felt Olena's lips on his all evening and all night. And even longer. Until they were on hers again the next day.

[wombywoo]

just checking...

[daemones-angeli]

It's nice how hands fit inside hands.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

GORGEOUS DRAWING OMG YOU'RE SO TALENTED MATE!!!

We need more Magneto protecting his Charles with all his will>>>>>

thank you much my friend !!!!!!!!! might i offer you a small gift..

and a bonus. if you will.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

can you PLEASEEEE do something with the idea of reader stealing/wearing katsukis clothes?? you’re the only one who i think will fully do this idea justice xx

pure fluff, reader is a thief, reader likes the way katsuki smells, roughhousing lol kinda ?? katsuki sorta tackles you, katsuki is a meanie, tickling, no pronouns mentioned in this one I don’t think ! lemme know if i missed sum else !!

a/n : hey so this has been sittin in my drafts for literal decades omg IM SO SORRY🙁🙁🙁🙁ALSO BTW TYSM FOR THINKIN I COULD DO UR ASK JUSTICE I WAS SO FLATTERED WHEN I READ THIS I WAS GIGGLING N SHIT🤭🤭i was always so excited for this ask but I literally never got around to doing it after my break n stuff, im slowly (and that’s suuuuper slowly im so sorry yall i suck) getting to all of your asks one at a time and im so grateful yall r still givin me the time of day honestly , so please be patient with me🤧💗💗💍 ! But anway enough dumping ! Anon if you’re still sticking around, i truly hope u enjoy this ! And ofc all of yall too ! much luv xxx!!

"you fuckin' thief.."

shit. you thought he'd be gone for longer.

lately, you’d been routinely sneaking into katsuki’s dorm room and nabbing some of his clothes. sweaters, hoodies, t-shirts : as long as they were in your reach, you’d grab them.

it's not your fault, really ! katsuki's clothes are so cosy and warm and they smell just like him. plus, they're perfect to snuggle in when he's busy, how could you not borrow them for a little while ?!

..except you can admit that you’ve been stalling..and a lot of his clothes were still in your room, but you still planned on giving them back..soon !

and you can’t even pretend, because you’re wearing on of his hoodies that had been missing for a good week now.

"katsuki, baby." you slowly lean away from his clothes drawer, your hand ready to snag a black hoodie of his slowly trailing towards the floor "i can explain."

"all my damn sweaters, my fuckin' hoodies. they all just vanished without a trace.." he starts, slowly stalking over to you. you squeak, slowing getting on your knees to prepare yourself should you have to break his ankles and sprint out of the room. he's fuming, eyebrows twitching "thought i was goin' crazy.."

"and all this time.."

"suki.." you try, voice wobbly as your knees shake with each step closer he gets.

"it's been fucking YOU ?!"

and he pounces.

with a squeal, you scramble and dash away just as he leaps for you and narrowly misses, he's got you cornered as you're on opossite sides of his bed while you beg for mercy and he keeps yelling at you to 'come here'. in a panick you grab one of his pillows and fling it at him.

it feels like the pillow slides down his face in slow motion to reveal a look so vile a demon appearing in front of you right now would scare you less

“you’re. so. dead.”

there’s really nowhere else for you to go. you’re truly cornered, you might as well just be buried right now. you think about the leftovers waiting for you in the fridge and how sero still hadn’t returned the manga he’d leant from you, but you’ve lived a pretty good life.

before your body can decide to move, katsuki leaps over to you tackling you and having you land straight onto his bed with a loud shriek.

frantically, you wave your hands around “wait, wait pleasepleasepleasepleasepleas-” but your begs of mercy are cut off when katsuki jams a finger into your side, causing you to yelp. he hovers over you with a mean smirk. and you know what’s coming.

“katsu—”

you don’t even get to finish before he jams his hands into your sides and mercilessly tickles you.

from an outsiders point of view? this is harmless. but your boyfriend is mean and the biggest asshole in the world because he knows all of your weak spots and the places he knows will have you shaking and gasping for breath. it felt like actually torture, really.

“thought you could get away with it, huh ?” he sneers, leaning down a bit more so he’s eye level with you “thought you could keep taking my shit and i’d just neeever find out, hm ? yeah ?”

“b-but i—ah ! didn’t—!” you gasp and squeal, choking on the sentences you can’t manage to push out of your throat as your eyes squeeze closed. you don’t have to see his face to know he’s enjoying this.

“you’re a fuckin’ thief.” he spits, backing up from you so you don’t headbutt him square in the nose from your thrashing. you’re response is nothing but a harsh gasp and he smirks wider.

you think he’s finally, finally taken pity on you when his fingers slow to a stop, but he glares down at you, hands still on either sides of you “say it.”

you can’t even catch your breath before he hurriedly pressed closer to your sides to scare you, you shriek “stop ! m’sorry !”

“not what i wanted you to say, try again.”

“you’re—” you take a breath “sucha”

his fingers graze your shirt and his eyes are wide, daring you to finish your sentence, you bring your hands up to try to hide his field of vision.

“OKAY ! okay, okay…” you slowly lower your hands away, finally dropping them at your sides with a sigh “m’ a thief…” you mumble in defeat, embarrassment creeping up on you not only from the fact that you got caught but that the blond above you clearly enjoyed your torture if the evil snickers you heard we’re any sign of that.

he hums in satisfaction “mhm, no good fuckin’ thief. should lock you up and throw away the key on your ass.” you hate how handsome he looks when he’s playful like this with you. your sides still hurt and your voice is croaky from how out of breath you were and for a moment you seriously thought you saw the pearly gates.

you pout, and all it does is make him smile wider.

your boyfriend is mean. and the biggest asshole in the entire fucking world.

“s’not my fault..your clothes are comfy.” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest. “and they smell good.”

he scoffs, leaning down closer towards you “that’s cus i fuckin’ wash them. and i haven’t been able to lately cus someone’s been stealing my entire closet.”

“i didn’t !”

“was boutta make me walk around naked, ya moron. all my clothes are gone.” you roll your eyes, he never lacked in the dramatics department.

“you’re such a drama queen.” you whine, sinking into his comforter. he ignores you and he presses your cheeks together with one hand, chuckling at your smooched cheeks and furrowed brows.

“stop stealing my stuff.” he announces slowly. he’s clear, no way you could’ve misunderstood him anyway. he sighs and presses a quick peck to your lips still pressed together

“if you want one of my sweaters r’something, jus’ come ask me. can give you one..or whatever.” he finishes, voice slightly muffled in embarrassment as he shoves his mouth against yours again and again making wet kissing sounds and you manage a giggle. he rolls his eyes, but a smile slowly crawls up his face anyway as he releases your cheeks. you let out a happy sigh, opening and closing your mouth to get rid of the slight soreness.

“take this shit off though.” he tugs at the hoodie you’re wearing “stinks. need to put it in the wash.”

“no it doesn’t !” you protest, pressing the color against your nose in an attempt to keep it close to you “it smells like you!” you pout. he doesn’t respond for a bit, opting to squint at you while the tips of his ears turned pink. and in a second his snatched the bottom of it and ripped it off of you, ripping a pathetic scream from you.

he examined his hoodie with an unreadable expression before his eyes land back on you for a second, then he slowly starts folding up his sweater “you trynna say i stink ?” he says lowly.

“no. i wouldn’t wear your clothes if they were nasty” you scrunch up your nose “you can take back the sweater in my room, though. the smell is starting to wear off.”

“gee, thanks for offering to give me my sweater back. weirdo” he glares, spitting his words out sarcastically and you giggle at his extra emphasis on his ownership of the hoodie which earns you a huff.

“ i’m grabbing all the shit you took from me, and they stay with me.” he starts warningly “but you can keep this, i guess..” he adds, patting on his now folded hoodie ready for a cleaning. you smile happily, running your socked feet into his blankets.

“ oh, but don’t forget to wear it first after you washed it, want it to smell like you. otherwise there’s no point.”

“you really are a fucking weirdo.” he spits, but the way his cheeks burn bright red say he’s not truly mad about it. you laugh, and katsuki grumbles. “hope you learned your lesson, freak.” he taunts. you hum in fake thought, then release a sigh.

“yeah, i guess i did.” you concede, and he nods proudly.

and sure, yeah, you’re boyfriend’s a big meanie. but you do a great job at riling him up.

“for now.”

[retquits]

Im sorry if this is a dumb question but what does skeb style mean? ;n;

not dumb at all, it's a relatively new phenomenon that got its name from the japanese commission website, skeb!

the general concept of skeb is that you send an artist the character(s) you'd like drawn, and then let them have artistic liberty on how they illustrate that character (so no WIPs or revisions unless there's a mistake)!

the idea was really widely liked, so artists outside of japan also started adopting it with their own variations!

here's an illustrated crash-course:

[preseriesdean]

Let's pretend for the moment you're not entirely insane.

SUPERNATURAL 2.07 | The Usual Suspects

[technically-human]

Can you draw something with Doom Patrol!Edwin and Netflix!Edwin?

Maybe something about Dp!Edwin talking about his feelings for Charles with N!Edwin?

It's just something I've been thinking of, make it a little angsty?<3

Glad you asked

ko-fi

[paper-mario-wiki]

Could you explain how Ambrosia is able to come back after dying?

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Sure yeah, I'll give it a shot.

[Fursona Lore/ Mild Existential Horror presented in charmingly primitive MS Paint style under the cut]

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[At the top of the panel there is the label "conceptual space (currently being created. The middle is labeled "THE UNIVERSE, REALITY (the other)". The bottom is labeled "CONSCIOUSNESS, REFLECTION (the self). The very bottom of the panel reads "OTHER, FREAKIER BUT LESS IMPORTANT STUFF" ]

To keep it brief, a person is when a certain amount of consciousness slips upwards into reality. Consciousness is, like the laws of thermo dynamics [sic], a fundamental property of the universe.

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I'm sure you've heard of the sticking-a-pencil-through-paper metaphor for theoretical wormhole travel, right? Staying within that visual metaphor, imagine the moisture in the air around that "piece of paper" as what consciousness is. It creates tiny, imperceivable changes in the surface and makeup of the paper. Imagine a microscopic rain cloud making a tiny fraction of the paper a little bit soggy. That's what you are in the universe. A tiny soggy fraction of a massive piece of paper. (That's why you feel so small btw).

Of course, putting it into that metaphor IS greatly simplifying it, since in real life things like time and space sorta overlap, ya know? Because they're entirely separate dimensions of measurement. Consciousness is the same, it is everywhere in the universe all at once, but only after it seeps in from a place that is exactly where we are, but elsewhere. 4D stuff is complicated sorry if that's not super clear ha ha.

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Normal people happen when a bunch of that stray potential-consciousness starts stacking more and more layers of reality on top of itself. Sort of like those pastries that you fold butter into and then fold it like 10 times and that makes it so theres like a billion layers of butter and dough and butter and dough and butter and dough and on and on and on. But with, uh. The other stuff. Consiousness and matter from the universe.

Speaking semantically, that's all the little tiny organisms that work really hard to make you alive. Like the biome in your gut, or the bacteria in your tissue and blood cells. Look it up, 43% of the human body is made of bacteria. Like, that's just on google.

Anyway, all their effort culminates in an increasingly complex meat shell that constitutes a person.

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For the sake of practicality, we can imagine the way consciousness "seeps in" to the universe is like heat coming off the sun. The two overlapping infinite planes radiate into each other like heat radiates off the sun.

That clear? Heat from the sun. Remember that, it's important for the next part.

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I'm sort of like a solar flare.

My consciousness, in its raw form, was so concentrated that it was like a tiny shooting star straight from the source.

Also kind of like a kidney stone, I guess.

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Since my consciousness (which, to be clear, is approximately the same "amount" of consciouessness as anyone else, just all smooshed together into a single clump) is smooshed together into a single clump, the shell forms naturally as "reality" settles onto it. The "shape" the consciousness takes is basically the same as your body or anyone else's since the framework of both entities are the "same" on the "outside". Thus the "shells" turn out "similar" too.

Sorry for all the quotation marks, it's hard to talk about concepts outside of the third dimension in third dimensional terms, and like. I also am not super sure about this stuff either. I'm only relaying what I've learned from the scientists but some of it goes over my head.

I like to think I'm clever but like. I'm not a genius.

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So here's the part where me and you are different: When your shell breaks apart (when you die) it's because the consciouessness had been escaping your shell, like air from a balloon, and the physical structure can't support itself anymore. Or, like, maybe you just fall over and hit your head on the concrete one day and pop the balloon all together.

Either way, the consciousness escapes from the pressure, and either goes back "down" where it came from, or goes upward into conceptual space, which is sorta being constituted through forces exerted in the physical universe. Well, I mean, really it's more of a product of a reaction between consciousness and physical space. Whatever I'm getting off topic.

The point is the shell breaks cuz the balloon pops. I think that was my point.

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Now that you get all that, you can probably deduce on your own how and why I'm able to keep "coming back".

It's cuz I'm not really "coming back", I'm still here! The shell representing me here was just lost.

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And while the facade may not look precisely the same every single time...

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I remain the same.

[hinamie]

someone asked if i had ever drawn gojo with his scars, now i have :>