#Infinite Understanding

[turiyatitta]

The Everlasting Orchard

Savouring the Fruit of Timeless WisdomIn the vast garden of existence, there lies an orchard, timeless and evergreen. Here, the fruit of knowledge hangs ripe and luscious, immune to the ravages of time. This fruit, unlike its earthly counterparts, never succumbs to decay. It remains eternally fresh, eternally nourishing. Each bite offers a taste of the infinite, a glimpse into the boundless…

[stuckinapril]

Part of growing up for me will probably be accepting that some relationships are truly irreparable and that it’s best to just let them go and start all over again with someone new over trying to repair the old

[starry-bi-sky]

mmmmm danny with sensory issues both in and out of his ghost forms, but on the opposite ends of the spectrum. Ghosts can't experience sensations the same way humans can when they're in the mortal realm. They're naturally intangible, and it takes energy to be physical. When they're physical, all touch feels the same barring the texture. They feel no heat, no chill. Sunlight passes through them, and so does wind and rain.

You know when your foot falls asleep/goes completely numb, and you go to touch it with your hand and it causes a strange jumble of sensations? You can feel the skin there, your palm is pressing against an object and there's resistance, pressure, but you can't feel the heat? It's kinda something like that. Like he's feeling everything through a set of gloves.

As a ghost, when it rains, he can feel the raindrops hitting him, and he can feel his hair getting wet, but he can't feel the chill of the water and he can't feel the wetness. His suit is soaked but there's no weight like there should be. During the winter snowflakes don't melt when they land on him, and he can't feel the chill of the snow when he gets buried under it.

Sunlight passes through him, a nice breeze ruffles his hair but there's no relief in the sensation. All pressure, no sensation. It's like a strange form of sensory deprivation. And of course, the internal things. It's even worse when he's intangible, when he's not putting energy into being physical. He doesn't feel real.

As human, things become too much. Especially when he's been a ghost for hours. He can feel the weight of his ribs pressing against his ribs, he becomes hyperaware of the expanding of his lungs when he breathes, the feeling of his heart pulsing in his chest.

He curls his fingers in and out slowly and becomes fascinated by the feeling of the joints moving. He turns and grabs Tucker's hand, and soaks in the warmth of his body heat -- he can't feel it as a ghost. He runs his fingers through his hair, and he can feel the individual strands.

There's a weight when he walks. A small drag when he bends his knee and lifts his leg and takes a step, and when he's been a ghost for too long he stumbles over himself, drags his feet along the floor and stomps when he doesn't mean to because he forgot to weigh his steps. Sometimes when it rains he goes out and sits on the front steps of the house just so he can come back in shivering and soaked through to the bone. Runs his fingers obsessively over the goosebumps up along his arms and legs because he can't get them as a ghost even if he's cold.

Because there are certain things, even when he's in the ghost zone, that are exclusive to the living. The little internal things you don't notice and take for granted. Things like breathing and goosebumps and exhaustion exclusive to running that makes your heart pound against your ribcage and your chest hurt with the need for air. Sore muscles from working out and sweating. Thirst and dry mouths, chapped lips and hands, blinking and dry eye, the feeling of the sun soaking into your skin on a nice summer's day.

As a ghost, Danny faces sensory issues in the form of not enough. When he can't feel the hair behind his ears or the weight in his limbs where there should be muscle, tissue, and bone. He can't feel the sun or the wind, everything is in a permeable state of 'just fine', and its maddening. He can breathe if he wants, but there's no point to it. He has no lungs, he can't feel them expand, and there's no relief behind it. He's going through the motions without any of the reward.

On those days, the idea of going ghost again makes him feel ill. Paranoid. He can't stand the thought. He needs to feel. He needs to feel the soft texture of the rug beneath his feet and the grooves in his knuckles, he needs to feel dirt crumble beneath his fingers and get stuck under his nails, he needs to feel the heat of his sister's hand and the feeling of body warmth passing from her to him. He lays on the carpet room and stretches out, and focuses on the feeling of his heart beating and the weight of his bones and muscles and tissue pinning him to the floor.

As a human, Danny faces sensory issues of too much. When all the things he's starving for suddenly make him sick. He feels trapped in his own skin. His ribs become a cage and breathing becomes a dumbbell that he can't put down. He can feel the hair along his arms and it rashes him. He's too cold, he's too hot. He feels like a ghost puppeteering its own corpse and he needs out.

On those days, Danny dips away when he can and goes ghost, and Sam and Tucker don't see him for the rest of the day. He's gone invisible, intangible, and he does nothing but exist.

Just, him experiencing sensory issues as both ghost and human, but in opposite directions from each other. And the idea that ghosts experience the mortal realm differently, and that there are certain things that are just exclusive sensations for the living that Danny doesn't realize until he's a halfa.

[rin-hanarin]

He's got that irresistible Mysterious Italian Attachment Style(c) with social awkwardness sprinkled on top.

[openphrase123]

the funniest postcanon isat implication to me is the fact that siffrin left the loops with a much greater understanding of vaugardian culture but didn't tell anyone this. does anyone else know how much siffrin didn't know going in. nobody remembers explaining bonding or body craft to him

the funniest precanon isat implication is the fact that siffrin was walking around vaugarde for about a decade being fully unaware of what the dominant religion in the area was or how it worked

[sweetbugs]

[demadogs]

There are things out there that our little minds will never comprehend.

DARK (2017-2020)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 71

Klarion is delighted, excited, impatient, and so very happy. He’s found a friend, not the justice league baby-crew who don’t know how to make friends properly or the order-magician who doesn’t play right, but another realm-being his age! They’re even around the same death-date, his is just a couple years earlier! But to beings who aren’t adults until they’re well into the hundreds that’s practically nothing!

His new friend even has a familiar too- even if he has to explain what a familiar is- and, and even shares his two other friends with him! 

He’s been in this world for what feels like so long trying to make friends and he’s made three in just a month! And they even know how to properly play and wrestle without targeting Teekl like a certain order lord who he doesn’t like. 

Oh! Hey it’s the justice league kiddy-crew! Were they feeling neglected or something?

[blerghie]

dudebros have orv wrong, it's not a solo leveling rival, it is a solo leveling lover! orv loves solo leveling, it loves level up with the gods, it loves regressor's instruction manual, it loves i'm the max level newbie!! it loves greek myths and korean history and psychology papers and chinese legends and ancient literature as much as it loves repetitive regression isekai cashgrabs!!! it loves the best AND the worst stories the world has to offer!!! it loves all the stupid trashy stories that are worth less than the bug under the soles of your shoes because even shitty stories can have meaning when it has a reader that loves it despite or even because of all its annoying shitty overused cliché repetitive tropes!! it owes its existence to those stories!!! that's the essence of orv, all stories are meant to be loved, if not by you then by someone!!!!

[checkadii]

When he heard the death rattle, Gilgamesh moaned like a dove. His face grew dark. “Beloved, wait, don’t leave me. Dearest of men, don’t die, don’t let them take you from me.”

[hrokkall]

Speak no ill of the dead

[tanglepelt]

Dp x dc idea 139

Phantom is a known entity by the JLD. One of the ones who is willing to help in a tough fight. Helping out In situations such as trigon.

Here’s the thing. They all have no clue he is a halfa. There are only 3 on existence all only forming fairly recently in the grand scheme. They just assume Danny died failing to protect someone or something.

Obviously he’s obsessed with protecting others. That’s why he only shows up when stuff hits the fan. He rarely stays to chit chat and if he does it’s mainly to Raven.

Whether it be bad reveal to his parents or he got found out by the GIW.

He manages to make it to Raven after he escapes. To try and get help. He didn’t know who else to go to. She’s half demon so maybe she’d understand.

When he gets there. He can’t hold his phantom form promptly turning human and passing out from various injuries.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[theribbonmarkedroom]

Scott Pilgrim AU where literally everything is the same except Todd is French 💀

[strixcattus]

I really enjoy looking at this still from Slay the Princess:

In the midst of all the weird imagery from the first part of the Stranger route, you see for a moment—and it is cut off at the end, so I had to be quick with my screenshot—every route laid out in front of you, paired up as the game does elsewhere, and described, interestingly enough, from what I can only believe is the Voices' perspectives, or perhaps the relationship between the Princess and the Voice of a given route.

Consumption: The Beast (Hunted), the ribcages in the bottom right. Being eaten, alive or half so, is one way or another the outcome you face in the Beast. This one seems to be the least connected to its route's Voice, though I can still see it in a relational sort of way. Betrayal: The Witch (Opportunist), the nail-studded... I can't tell what it is, but it's at the top left. Betrayal on your part is the cause of the Witch's route, and it too is inevitable in some form once you're on that route—the Opportunist is very vocal about it.

Skepticism: The Prisoner (Skeptic), the chains at the bottom. Pretty clear analogue given the name of the Voice, but not to neglect—you reach the Prisoner by taking the blade (distrust of the Princess) but ultimately using it to free the Princess (you take the time to think critically about what you're being asked to do, and decide the Narrator is less trustworthy). Blind devotion: The Damsel (Smitten), the... I can only imagine locks of hair at the top. You reach the Damsel by immediately and wholly assuming she has no ill intentions, an attitude made manifest in the Smitten.

Rivalry: The Adversary (Stubborn), the spikes to the left. The Adversary route is, so long as you embrace it, about your probably-a-metaphor-for-sex-I-mean-the-Eye of the Needle-isn't-even-trying-to-veil-it eternal fight with the Adversary, with the Stubborn in strong support. Submission: The Tower (Broken), the stone columns to the right. One of the most clear-cut "this is about the Voice" examples—the Broken has completely submitted to the Tower's will, even though the player still has a few chances to resist her.

Terror: The Nightmare (Paranoid), the eyes in the upper right. Of course, the Nightmare is all about fear, and the Paranoid is the embodiment of your fear of the Princess—the fear that made you lock her in the basement and the fear that stopped your heart when she broke free. Longing: The Spectre (Cold), the wisps in the bottom left. This one is interesting, and almost made me second-guess my "Voices" reading, as the Spectre herself is clearly a creature of longing—but then what about "Submission?" The Tower is not "submitting" to anything. That's her whole deal. Perhaps this one is connected to your desire for something other than what the Narrator calls the "Good Ending..." or perhaps it has something to do with the Cold's interest in feeling something, which he expresses in a few routes (the Greys being the most obvious).

Pain: The Razor (Cheated,) the spikes at the top. She skewers you, and you die. Over and over again she skewers you, and you die, and it is painful over and over again. I'm not sure I have much to add to this one. Unfamiliarity: The Stranger (Contrarian), the abstract DNA-like strand at the bottom. You reach the Stranger by refusing to interact with the Princess, leaving her an unfamiliar blank slate whose actions you cannot predict and thus fracture into every possible image of her.

And at the heart of it all, an emotion that can only be described as—what? The Narrator doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence before you wake up in the Prisoner's basement, but I'd think the answer is obvious once you've finished the game.

After all, this is a love story.

[deltarunebt]

Very normal about this Spam NEO fight, but I'm also curious how closely the fight plays out.

Does Frisk spare him by snapping wires still? Does he fall just like the base game when they're gone? I know he's gonna be better off at the end than becoming a pair of sunglasses, if only because he's gonna be a party member, but...

You assume this because he's a party member, but the Secret bosses are also only party Members for the duration of the Chapter they're from ;)

...

I could just leave this ask with that but, lets be honest here, I've said before that this AU initially spawned out of me joking about if Frisk was the Deltarune protag, freeing Spamton would've worked. Of course it ends better, this is happy ending city babey, that's all I do!

Frisk does snap the wires, yes, because that seems to be what Spamton's freaking out about as far as they can tell. Spamton doesn't actually get what they're doing until After all the strings are cut and he's fallen though, at which point he realizes they were trying to help him, feels somewhat guilty, and then feels a whole lot worse in general because it didn't Work.

Killing them didn't work (or, at least, he utterly failed to do so), cutting the strings Didn't Work, and now all his work was for Nothing and he tried to kill a child that did nothing but help him this entire time and that, despite how much he would attempt to convince himself otherwise, he DID get attached to. Everything's utterly fallen apart and there's nothing he can do to fix any of it. His one big plan was a dud and he has nothing else.

So Spamton is pretty ready to give up and just be a pair of glasses, but Frisk...

Well, Frisk isn't one to give up on a friend no matter what, and they will Not fail to save anyone ever again. So they try to help Spamton get back up. Again, and again, and again, and again.

And, well, that kinda Determination is enough to inspire a little hope in anyone, y'know?

And, you know, maybe, just maybe, sometimes, a little hope, a lotta determination, and a friend is all you need to defy the rules of the game.

Maybe, sometimes, you get to be more than Just A Puppet.