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[blue-madd]

The only reason why my main paracosm will always keep its title as "main" even tho I have like a dozens more which aren't AUs & in which I pass more time now is because no matter how caught up in another world I am, the paras of my main paracosm will always find their way back to me as impulsive thoughts if not in another way

[yandereshingeki]

work was. interesting today

[rainbowgothdisaster]

para: so whats the plan now?

parame: well yknow i took a break from it a couple years ago to take care of the girls and then we were on the run but now i really think the three of us would benefit from me killing my mom

rachel and kathrine: YES YES YES YES YES

para: ...D:

[steviewashere]

Love, Rest Your Head

Rating: Teen and Up CW: Canon Typical Injuries Tags: Pre-Season 4, Aftermath of Starcourt Mall, Aftermath of Torture, Season 4, Canon Divergence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Steve Harrington, Major Character Injury, Established Relationship, Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has Head Trauma, Mentions of Vomiting, Self Sacrificing Steve Harrington, Mentions of Major Character Death (In Reference to Hopper), Foreshadowing, Ambiguous Ending

💕—————💕 The news was pure devastation. Overhead shots of the Starcourt Mall burning. Flames engulfing the building on all sides, swallowing it up until it sat a collapsed, ashen mess. There was no structure. No semblance to any kind of store that was inside. Just dust. Blackened walls. Melted floor tiles.

Eddie sat on the edge of the couch cushion, left hand tucked harshly under his thigh, chomping down on his right hand’s fingernails. There was a metallic tang on his tongue, but he couldn’t get himself to stop. Not even when the raw, exposed parts of his skin bared themself as a tender ache in his mouth’s warmth. Nothing could stop him. In between bites, there were moments where he was holding his breath. Gasping for it when push eventually came to shove. At least it was air he was choking on, not bile.

His uncle was stoic in his recliner in the corner. Until, with the quietest and gruffest voice Eddie’s ever heard, Wayne said, “Your boy. He’s in the parking lot. Has to be.”

“What if he isn’t?” Eddie barely mustered. “What if—What if he’s not there in the parking lot with all those ambulances? What if Steve’s stuck in the debris and he can’t get out and nobody can hear him and then he doesn’t come home and I never—“ He was back to choking on his breath. Sipping at the smallest pockets of air he could manage.

Wayne didn’t answer. The promises that could be made in this moment, every single one of them could be a fallacy.

Then, the news reporter read out those who suffered in the fire. That crisped with the building. Ones that couldn’t be recovered. Ones that were found, yet only identifiable by the licenses in their pockets.

Jenna Kinling Parker Smith Tony Roberts Billy Hargrove…

Eddie bit his fingers harder at that last name. Maybe they didn’t run in the same circles or maybe they weren’t friends. But Billy was still a young dude. He had a life ahead of him. They had classes together. What if…What if…What if, rings loudly in Eddie’s head.

Except, Steve isn’t listed. Neither is his new friend, Robin. They aren’t…They weren’t found in the rubble. They weren’t believed to be in it either. And, as if on cue, the trailer’s phone begins to ring. Eddie is up and out of his seat before he has a chance to miss a single ring.

“Munson residence, Eddie speaking,” he answers hastily.

On the other end is the wet, nasally, raspy breathing of another person. The deeper the breaths, the more he can make out it’s somebody masculine. Their intakes are interrupted by small sniffles. Short bursting whimpers that come from sure pain, not pleasure.

“Hello?” Eddie speaks quietly.

The person gasps. Sobbing around the words, “Eddie…Eddie, I need help.” Steve.

“I’ll help, sweetheart,” he promises immediately. “What do you need? I—Uncle Wayne is here, too. We can help. We can—“

“‘M at the mall. And it’s all charred and…and gone. And I think I—I left your birthday present in Scoops and I’m sorry that I—My head hurts, Eds. It hurts and I’m bleeding and the paramed—they think…Billy’s dead and I watched him die and it scared me and—I don’t like him, I don’t like him at all but he looked sad and he looked…He’s dead, Eddie. I watched somebody die, Eddie,” Steve rambles. His words are heavily slurred. Barely breaking by his breath. Almost swirled by puke. 

Before Eddie has the chance to interrupt, Steve is continuing. “I protected Robin from getting hurt,” he says seriously, gravely. But his next words are tiny, as if Eddie was listening to a child, not his eighteen year old boyfriend. “You’re going to be mad at me.”

“Why?” He asks. Shakes his head though, and asks instead, “Where should I pick you up? Does Robin have a ride home?”

“I got beat up again,” Steve barrels on. “’T’s really bad, Eds. Everything is ringing. Makin’ me nauseous.” His breaths grow heavier as if he’s ready to retch on his sneakers.

Eddie prepares himself to hear it all, because he knows it’ll happen. Knows it like the back of his hand, unfortunately. From how many other times Steve’s been concussed. Yet, he doesn’t care, saying, “I’ll take care of you here at home, but I need you to tell me where I need to pick you up. Does Robin need a ride?”

Steve mumbles, “She already left. Hugged her and everythin’. Rob—Robin’s safe. I protected her from getting hurt. They were going to hurt her, Eds. It would’ve been my fault for getting her involved.”

The words crawl under Eddie’s skin like spiders. He wants to scratch at himself, get them out of his head. Get away from how small each word is that comes from Steve’s mouth. He wants to find out who ‘They’ are and kill them. Wants to rip this world apart for making Steve sound so…horrified. But he just calmly asks, “Where are you, Steve? Where at the mall are you?”

“Front,” Steve mutters, “at the payphone. The one with all the gum on the back. It’s gross, Eds. I feel gross. Smell like—I’m sorry.”

Eddie just swallows harshly. Doesn’t know why Steve’s apologizing. But he’s scared shitless, that’s for sure. He grabs for his car keys on the dining table. “I’m going to hang up, Stevie. I’ll be there soon, okay?”

The last thing he hears is Steve coughing and retching up his lungs. Spiders work their way into his veins.

——— Sure enough, Steve’s by the payphone. Sitting with his knees up to his chest. Leaning against the thin pole of the phone. Inches away from whatever lunch he had last. Doesn’t look like much. Eddie just thought Steve was busy with work and relaxing at home. Though…Eddie’s starting to piece together that maybe Steve never left work. Like he’s been here way too long.

Steve shivers where he grasps to himself and Eddie approaches with great caution.

He crouches down to Steve’s level, keeps his hands to himself, and speaks softly. “Steve, it’s Eddie. I brought you a jacket. And some water. I’ve got crackers. You ready to go home?”

With his one good eye, Steve looks to him. Blood caked around his nose and mouth and chin. Eyebrow split, though covered with a butterfly bandage. His left eye is swollen shut and a deep, concerning purple. A part of Eddie almost wants to ask who left Steve here like this. To sit by himself and hold to his elbows. But, a stronger part of him cares too much about making sure Steve gets home.

Slowly, Steve reaches out his right hand and grasps at Eddie’s left wrist. Thumb harsh over his pulse point. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. Without any fanfare or warning, Steve’s eyes fill with tears. Streaming down his face in sluggish lines. “I was stupid and got in trouble again and now I’m all…I’m all broken and ugly and I smell really bad and you’re gonna have to stay awake with me because I’m not allowed to sleep and I—“

“Baby,” Eddie whispers lowly, “Steve, I’m just glad that you’re alive. I’d rather look after you all beaten up and bloody than…Well, y’know.”

“Why aren’t you mad at me?” Steve meekly asks.

“Do you want me to be mad at you?”

With great force, Steve shakes his head. Hissing and hiccuping at the pain that surges through him. “It hurts so bad,” he whimpers. “I just—They were going to hurt Robin and—and the kids. I couldn’t let them do that and now I—“

Eddie gently shushes him. “You don’t need to explain yourself right now, okay, sweetheart? We’ll talk about it when you’re better.”

“What if I never talk about it?”

He shrugs. Wraps his free hand over Steve’s where it still grips him. “Then you don’t talk about it,” he whispers. “Let me take you home, though? Give you the food and water I brought. Warm you up and change your clothes. Can clean your face,” Eddie lists. He cups the injured side of Steve’s face with a tentative hand, barely touching his swollen skin. “Clean this all up and brush your hair. Let you sleep.”

“I can’t sleep for long,” Steve reminds him.

“Wake you up every few hours, that’s fine. I don’t have school tomorrow, we’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“‘M’kay,” Steve agrees quietly. He’s drooping in Eddie’s hold. Exhaustion quickly swamping him. “Sorry if I throw up in the car.”

Eddie gently hefts them up off the ground, leads them towards the van, and gets Steve situated in his passenger seat. He murmurs, as he buckles Steve in, “I can clean up. But I’ll leave the window rolled down. I’ll drive slow. Do you want the jacket?”

Steve shakes his head softly. His eyes are closed and the rest of him is very still to his seat. As if moving anything physically pains him. It probably does, based on what Eddie’s able to see. “I don’t want to be reminded of the heat,” he state quietly.

“Okay,” Eddie whispers. He leans up into Steve’s space, presses a short kiss to his temple, and cranks the passenger window down. “Just lean towards the window a little. Rest. I’ve got you, baby.”

The car ride is incredibly slow, it makes Eddie antsy. But out of the corner of his eye, he notices Steve tensing at every gradual rumble and deep pothole. It makes Eddie want to just get out and push the van. He slides a hand off of the steering wheel and goes to grab Steve’s left wrist, but he jolts away. Head colliding solidly with the window frame.

“Don’t,” Steve bites. “Don’t touch me there,” he whispers.

Eddie swallows down the sudden rise of bile in his throat. “Okay, Steve,” he murmurs right back. “Do you…you need me to pull off for a second? Give you a break from the bumpy road?” Steve gives a slow and tentative nod.

He pulls to the shoulder, parks in silence, and just sits in the driver’s seat. Face forward, eyeing beyond the windshield. He’d turn on the radio, try to fill the gap between their bodies, but knows that the noise would be too much. Instead, he listens in on Steve’s audible deep breaths. Like he’s trying to ground himself to the carseat or maybe veer away from puking out the window. Eddie wants to touch and soothe, like he normally would during Steve’s concussions. But…he can’t. There are tears percolating in the corners of his eyes.

“You need water?” Eddie quietly asks.

“Please,” Steve mutters lowly. His voice is crackling and snotty wet.

Eddie moves slowly between the front seats, grabs an unopened bottle of water, and uncaps it. He leans across the center console to find a straw in the glove box. Plops it in the bottle and offers it up for Steve to take. “Slow sips,” Eddie states, “don’t need to make yourself sicker.” Steve angles his body away from the window, leans forward slightly, and takes the straw between his lips. Each swallow of water looks like he’s trying to consume rocks. His tongue working slowly, hesitantly against the straw. Testing it. “You’re doing a good job,” Eddie can only praise.

When Steve pops off the straw, it’s with a gasping breath. Catching and falling and catching again. He lolls his head on the seat, looking over to Eddie. Chest moving up and down with shallow, croaking shakes of air. “We can go,” he rasps, “I wanna sleep.”

The water bottle goes to the cup holders. And Eddie does what he’s told. Crawling slowly back home. Taking small pauses to check in with Steve, help him drink water, nibble on some crackers, rub his back when he hurls out the car window.

But when they make it back home, they move in complete and utter silence. Through the front door and to the couch. Wayne ogles the two of them, fear present in his eyes. His mouth hangs open, suckled dry of all words he could ever think to say. Eddie makes him grab a bowl of warm water and a rag.

And they just exist in silence.

In fear, Eddie now realizes, of whatever happened to Steve.

Because they’re not stupid. This wasn’t a fire. There was something else. Something more…disastrous. Dastardly. But Eddie places the bowl on the coffee table, sits on Steve’s right on the cushions, and turns them towards each other.

“Alright, I’ve gotta clean the blood off of your face, Stevie,” he encroaches their silence. “I’m going to be really careful. I’ll go slow. But I need you to tell me when you need a break, okay?” Steve blinks groggily at him. His eyes are dilated beyond belief. Eddie’s nauseous just looking at them. These aren’t the eyes he fell in love with.

These eyes are like terror in existential form.

Steve nods, though. He places a shaking hand on Eddie’s left knee. Doesn’t tighten it, doesn’t pet the fabric under his hand, just rests it there. As if he’s searching for an anchor.

Eddie wets the wash rag with the warm water. Raises it to Steve’s chin. “If this hurts, you need to tell me. Here we go.” The rag stains pink and crimson as soon as it touches Steve’s skin. He hates how hard he has to press just to work the blood off, but it’s dried to him. It’s coming off in flakes, Eddie sees the particles fall to Steve’s dirtied uniform. As he works the rag over Steve’s face, he can’t help but notice how stained and red the uniform is, too.

It used to be something Eddie could tease Steve about. Be flirtatious and saucy about it. Talk about stupid things with. Make dumb fantasies and see if Steve will play into them. But looking at it now only makes Eddie’s chest hurt. Makes his stomach turn uneasily. Shrivels something inside of him that will never live again. But he’ll get Steve into his clothes. Get him comfortable. Maybe he’ll burn the uniform when Steve isn’t looking. Rid of it like a demon needing to be expelled.

The last bit of the blood finally comes away, flaking from Steve’s nostrils to the washcloth. Eddie places it back in the pink tinted water. And then he looks back. At Steve’s child like eyes. And his split lip. The plum like bruise around his left eye.

Eddie’s never had homicidal thoughts, but today might just be the eye opener for him.

But he continues to be gentle. Offering, “Let’s get you some of my clothes. I’ll wash your hair in the bathroom sink. Then, you can rest.” Steve just nods, allows Eddie to pull him along to the bedroom, and change him out of his clothes. Ignores the slight bruising on his ribs, where he most likely struggled or fell. Tries to not think about the red, twisting lines across Steve’s chest, arms, and wrists from where he’d been tied. Just covers Steve back up in reds and blacks and soft things. And, while Steve is looking away, throws the Scoops uniform away in a nearby waste basket.

Washing his hair is no struggle. Steve goes listless and quiet when Eddie scrubs at his scalp, carefully detangles knots that were glued together by sticky blood. He barely blinks as he watches Eddie move and go through his hair washing routine. Doesn’t protest any of what Eddie chooses to do—even when he puts too much conditioner in the ends of his hair or doesn’t do two wash throughs with the shampoo, even if he uses a hair dryer instead of a towel. Allows him, which Eddie finds a little odd. He has an inkling, though, that it may just be the gentle touch that Steve doesn’t want to mitigate.

When they’re back in bed, Eddie lays flat on the mattress. Putting space between their two bodies. His alarm is set for three hours from now, where he’ll wake Steve up and make sure his concussion symptoms either are stagnant or lessening. But for now, he just stays put. Eyes up at his ceiling, stomach turning and knotting at whatever happened today.

Whatever happened almost doesn’t matter, knowing Steve made it out alive.

But there’s a haunting to him that Eddie can’t ignore.

Right when he thinks Steve is asleep and goes to close his own eyes, does he hear the smallest of statements.

“Hopper died, too,” Steve murmurs.

“No…”

Steve nods sagely against his pillow. “Heard about it through some of the kids I babysit. Guess he…Guess I wasn’t the only one to make a sacrifice.” Eddie hears him shift, coming closer. His body warmth radiating and tight against his rigid body. There’s a hesitant palm that slithers and sits on Eddie’s chest. Where his heart beats rabidly. “Could…Could’a been me.”

Eddie places his own hand over the back of Steve’s. Presses them together firmly. His chest caving with the push. “Don’t say that,” he harshly whispers. “Don’t…Steve, I thought it was going to be you. Please don’t say that.”

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I just…That’s the only thing I could think of before you got me. How I—I almost didn’t get to see you again.”

“At least you’re with me now, right? I’m just glad that you’re alive.”

“Yeah,” Steve croaks. “I just wish I could bring myself to tell you what happened.”

“Don’t need to do that, Steve. Just rest up and get better for me, alright?”

Steve shuffles closer. His head resting on Eddie’s shoulder. He nods. “Thank you. I love you,” he sleepily murmurs.

Eddie wraps an arm around his back and squeezes him tightly. “I love you, too, love bug. Get some sleep and I’ll check on you in a bit.”

The snores are a comfort after tonight.

——— And when he looks Steve in the eyes, mere seconds before he leaves for Vecna, Eddie understands the harrowing sacrificial fear. He’ll be the one to protect Steve now. “Make him pay,” he says. But he knows, reflected in Steve’s eyes, that there is finality in his stare. His stomach turns and his hands shake, but damnit, he’ll make sure that Steve won’t be the one drowning in blood this time.

He hopes to hear snores against his shoulder tomorrow night.

If night comes.

💕—————💕

[talonabraxas]

Vaikuntha Talon Abraxas

Vaikuntha (Sanskrit वैकुंठ, vaikuṃṭha), Param Padam (‘supreme abode’), or Paramapadam is the home of Vishnu. It is the eternal abode of Narayana or Vishnu or Hari, his consort Lakshmi, and Shesha, upon whom they rest. In most of the extant Puranas, and Vaishnava traditions, Vaikuntham (Vishnuloka)is located in the direction of the Makara Rashi (Shravana Zodiac) which coincides with the Capricorn constellation. Vishnu’s eye is supposed to be located at the South Celestial Pole as well.

[xamaxenta]

New MAS meetcute

Marco attending a very extended family members wedding that, goes to shit as one of the cheapest and tackiest weddings hes ever attended in his life but he showed up according to dress code which is to say he looks fine as hell

But the brides father (the family marrying into theirs) ended up getting blackout drunk and started a fist fight with one of the bartenders, the other family members ended up squabbling about petty shit that also ended up in a physical altercation, someone gets a concussion and someone pulls a knife — its the brides cousin and Marco cant really be a bystander and out of the goodness of his heart intervenes because hes nice like that

He gets socked in the jaw and wakes up in the arms of an angel, hes got dark sun kissed skin and freckles and a million watt smile hes like hey there champ you got got pretty bad huh? How are you feeling? — runs down the entire list of checks name age where am i blahblah

Oh someone called emergency services and Marco couldn’t be more grateful honestly, realises belatedly that the man cradling him is actually a firefighter he thought he smelt something burning before he got knocked out

The actual paramedics show and its supremely unfair that this one is also obnoxiously goodlooking because hes tall blonde broad shouldered and Marcos never been one to fixate on hands but nobodys hands should be that pretty scars or no scars

Marco mumbles something that makes him realise he is so goddamn thirsty, its hot as balls out summer wedding in full black dinner tie jacket bs and too much alcohol does that to a guy, unglues his tongue like what have i done to warrant access into heaven im not even that religious mind you—

The dark haired fire chief laughs, jostles Marco in his big strong arms god, Marco will actively die in a hot second— The blonde Paramedic leans in to smooth a hand over his forehead and declares heatstroke and with the same snide tone criticises the venue as a whole and who even has a peak summer wedding without adequate cooling amenities and god even his voice is sexy the crisp undertone and its like yeah yeah definitely he’s absolutely addled by the sunbeams toogay Um today

Marco gets patched up and gets a nice IV for all his troubles, Fire Chief Portgas and Chief medic (chief paramed?) Portgas sit with him the entire time occasionally rotating out to check on the rest of the dumpsterfire of a wedding and tend to the other injured guests in the meantime, Marco realises hes utterly fucked when one the blonde slips a number in his suit jacket pocket but moments later the dark haired one scribbles his own on the back of his hand

Truly a goner when he witnesses them squabbling behind the back of the open wings of the firetruck over who had managed to give Marco their number first

The thing is the number is exactly the same, it takes Marco the trip home to realise that they werent just close working partners, not roommates or even brothers, but spouses theyd given him each the home number to their shared residence (as spouses)

Ofc he calls them, its Fire chief portgas who answers a little suspiciously at first but when Marco speaks up he can practically hear the fist pump from over the receiver

“So dinners on us.” Ace says warmly and Marco feels his heart catch on the melted insides of his ribcage, its been a while since hes had time to focus on himself and not his career—

How shall he dress for the occasion?

However you like, its tall blonde gorgeous whos taken over the call, but he does have a small request, the trousers he had worn at that now since annulled wedding, had made his behind look particularly attractive so perhaps those paired with some nice shoes?

So a fellow gentleman, Marco can dress to impress certainly, Ace will pick him up at 7 and Sabo will meet them at the venue

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[berriesilence]

STARTER CALL

copiando vocês na cara dura, vou fazer um starter call com frases e vocês comentam com qual dos meus chars vocês querem + o char de vocês.

a primeira parte é apenas para players que não tenho plot / conexão. para os que já temos plots, vá para o final da página.

comente: frase ou número + nome do meu char + @ do seu char

para quem não conhece meus chars, é só vir nesse perfil que vos fala que tem todos os links importantes para conhecê-los.

PARA PLAYERS QUE NÃO TENHO PLOT:

isabella ( 1 / 2 ) james ( 2 / 2 ) nicola ( 3 / 2 )

frases*: *seria pro seu char dizer isso pro meu! **esses starters podem ser no luau ou pós.

❛Can you ever just agree?❜

❛You do know you cannot show someone your best without allowing them to see your worst.❜

❛Are you going to ask me to dance? One last time?❜

❛I heard it was you who found me and brought me home safe.❜

❛You are running away.❜

❛Just keep looking at me. No one else matters.❜

❛Happy endings do not exist. At least, not in real life.❜

❛We did a terrible thing.❜ com @maximeloi + james

❛You vex me!❜

❛We must be careful not to attract too much attention.❜ com @noturdreamy + james

❛  but i do care about you ... a lot.  ❜

❛  can't you see how much i care about you?  ❜

❛  i am so sorry for turning my back on you as my mentor.  ❜

❛  fighting is something the old me would do. that always made things worse.  ❜

❛  what's the big idea with making me train this early in the morning? the morning is evil.  ❜ @noticiasmorbidas + isabella

❛  let's go on a vacation, just the two of us. anywhere you want.  ❜

❛  i'm impressed. no one has ever gotten the better of me like that.  ❜

❛  i assure you, i have a plan. and i'm saving you for last; then you'll get your duel, and i will destroy you.  ❜

❛  when we hit our lowest point, we are open to the greatest change.  ❜

❛  and ... what am i going to find if ... i get through this?  ❜

❛  why don't you come and find out?  ❜

❛  you need to make decisions based on what you want. don't make the same mistakes i did.  ❜

❛  i do like the idea of putting you on a train and sending you far, far away.  ❜

❛  you need me, but i don't need you.  ❜

❛  i told you dating a teammate would be a bad idea.  ❜

❛  please, just let me say one thing, then i'll never contact you again.  ❜

❛  never forget who you are, for surely the world won't.  ❜

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PARA CHARS QUE TENHO CONEXÃO:

quero combinar algo para o luau porque quero os dracmas hehe porém a isabella é chata, a nicola tá antissocial e o james ainda de luto pelo irmão, então dificilmente iriam interagir com quem não conhecem. portanto, conto com vocês, pessoal que já temos plots. preencham abaixo essas ideias, por favor:

ISABELLA

muse 01 convenceu isabella de ir, estão sentadxs perto da fogueira, izzy um pouco impaciente enquanto muse tenta animá-la com a música que está tocando @juncyoon

muse 02 faz isabella provar camarão pela primeira vez e ela descobre que é alérgica, e tem que levá-la à enfermaria @sonofthelightning

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JAMES

muse 03 vê james afastado e tenta animar ele dando um ukulele ou violão para ele tocar uma música @misshcrror

muse 04 vê james quase entrando numa confusão e vai impedi-lo. james não é de briga, sempre é medroso, mas ele está estressado, mau humorado, de luto, e ouviu algo que não gostou e partiu pra briga. muse impede porque sabe que james não sabe brigar @pips-plants

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NICOLA

muse 05 e nicola numa discussão aleatória porém saudável sobre qual fruta é a mais gostosa @nyctophiliesblog

muse 06 e nicola quase sendo expulsos da roda da fogueira porque não param de pedir músicas e cantam exageradamente alto todas as canções, até a que eles não sabem @luisdeaguilar

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JÁ ABRI:

❛ i'm angry at myself! ❜ com @littlfrcak + nicola

❛ you don't have to apologize for anything. i'm just so happy you're here now. ❜ com @notodreamin + nicola

❛ all right, hold on. will you quit ignoring me and tell me what's going on? ❜ @noirslaughter + nicola

[some-pers0n]

yyyuo shooullg tell me about Paramic,,, /nf

Ah, perfect! I get to unleash my autism ramble upon you related to my freaky weird god animus OC who is trapped in a paradoxical timeloop of their own creation with no clear explanation for the existence of the catalyst!

Okay so ramble under the cut annnddd here we go

So Paramic is a HiveWing-IceWing hybrid who hatched like 30 years post Pantala arc. The silk bridge between the two continents has been built and dragons regularly mingle between them. Paramic's parents lived in Sanctuary, which has become renowned for having an academy that's fairly prestigious, as much as the ones on Pantala.

Paramic wasn't born looking the way they do now. In fact, they were a pretty normal average dragon. They showed a deep appreciation and love for the humanities (dragonities?) as well as science, mainly anthropology, archeology, and some physics. They had a close friend group that followed with them as they went to Sanctuary Academy for further education

So Paramic believes themselves to be a good person all around. They're kind, considerate, and generally take a ton of thought into considering whether or not their actions will hurt anyone. They're outgoing, and while they do like spending time by themselves, they like their friends and spending time with them. They have a streak of pride and a bit of a savior complex but that's fineee they'll be fineeeee

In their fifth year of learning, they were out on an excursion when Paramic found these black claw caps nearby a riverbed. Completely and utterly black. It was as though it was an absence of light rather than a colour. Obviously animus-touched and Paramic took on the task of bringing it home and studying it, as it didn't appear to be dangerous and they have handled animus-touched objects before. Not to mention this...odd feeling that Paramic felt about it. Drawn to it rather than repulsed like any other animus-touched object. Though, they chalked it up to being a result from whatever enchantment was placed on it

As Paramic worked, they couldn't find a particular date for the claws. With their technology, they were usually able to trace back data to at least a vague estimate. Here? Nothing. The surface was smooth. It didn't feel like a material that Paramic had worked with before. It wasn't a polished gemstone nor a piece of refined metal. It was strange to say the least

After some time of dwelling over the claw caps, curiosity got the best of Paramic and they decided to put them on. They had experimented already with seeing what would happen with putting them on random animals and even their model of a skeleton all to no avail. Doesn't seem to be sealing to them nor inflicting them with some disease. So, that evening, Paramic sealed their fate by putting them on

...nothing happened. No grand change it appears. However, when Paramic decided to test them out by swiping at the air, they hit something

A tear. Their claws had grazed against what felt like a thin piece of fabric. It couldn't be something. In front of them was simply nothing. And yet, there, floating in their small hut in the woods, was a tear in reality; and Paramic got a glimpse of what was on the other side just before it began to seal up once more. It was of a river, isolated by forests and surrounded by a wide mountain range

Within a minute, it was as though the tear had never existed

...Paramic took the claw caps off. They were afraid, though incredibly curious. What was that? What does this mean? Should they tell anyone? Ideas swirled around in their mind, each one pulling them in another direction, before eventually they put them away for a day or two, scared, yet desperate to discover what was on the other side

Eventually Paramic got the nerve to explore. They gathered some supplies, namely food and equipment in order to build a shelter if needed, and headed off. They left a note behind for their friends, saying that they're heading off and, by the next time they see them, Paramic would have discovered something that will shake the foundation of the world as they know it

Turns out that the tear in the fabric of reality was quite literal! As Paramic passed through the horizon, they realized that this world was very much like their own one. Their place of origin

Paramic would go onto exploring this one, realizing that they had ended up in a parallel universe in which Pantala had still not been discovered yet. It...netted them some pretty weird looks as well as interrogation, which they then got backed into a corner over and escaped via swiping at the air and jumping through the tear when they had a moment to breathe

This cycle repeated, with Paramic finding new parallel world after parallel world, marking them down in a journal they had brought with them. It was fascinating! Seeing all of these locations and writing them down

The one constant among them all was the way Paramic would come into them. It was always the river. They would hop through the tear and see that stream. Sometimes it was dried up. Sometimes the forests were leveled and burned. However, it was always that riverbed they would find themselves on whenever they jumped to new realities

.......problem was: how does Paramic get home now? Well, after what felt like months of jumping from world to world, they found a rather interesting one! A world where animus dragons are plentiful. In this one, animus magic was offered to those who were deemed good dragons and there were plenty of laws put in place as to regulate and manage it

Paramic was asked whether they were a good dragon or not. They said yes, as they were a lowly researcher simply lost between worlds and feeling homesick. Paramic said that, once they returned, they would bring back the information they had gathered as to bring about great technology shifts and changes for the betterment of dragonkind. They believed that having animus magic would allow them to not only make it back home significantly easier, but to also

They were granted the abilities of animus magic. Able to bend reality even more to their will and warp it to their desires

But Paramic was thankful! They tipped their head and went on their merry way. They bounced around from more realities as time went on, mainly just experimenting with their magic

...however, as time went on, Paramic began to miss their original world less. They were captivated by the realities that existed in the multiverse and got quickly addicted to making notes and drawing diagrams that only existed for themselves. "I'll go back soon," they kept telling themselves. "This is all for my home reality. To benefit it. To protect it."

The more and more that Paramic explored, the more they encountered worlds that were indistinct from others. They jotted down countless timeline shifts and changes, but a lot of the time they'd find some that were ultimately indistinguishable from another one. It got a little boring over time

Which is when Paramic asked themselves a question: what would happen if they wanted to experiment with this world? Throw a small wrench into the timeline. Create something inexplicable. Review the results

This time, this was for protection for their home reality. Animus dragons are dangerous! Paramic had encountered many realities in which animus dragons had an iron grip over the world. Perhaps in these ones, Paramic could help them out? Find a loophole and dismantle it. Overpower the head animus and bring peace. That would help others. They're a good person, after all

These little stunts became more and more common as Paramic began wondering what would happen if they had disrupted the timeline in such a way. As they did it more and more though, they encountered one reality that made Paramic's stomach drop

This was a reality that was tempered with in a way that Paramic didn't see themself doing. That's when Paramic realized that there must have been other Paramics like them, hopping between worlds and doing all sorts of things. There had to be

...but those Paramics weren't from their origin reality. The real reality amongst the sea of other ones. A strike of paranoia and fear surged through them, and in a moment of desperation, they enchanted themselves to be the only Paramic across every possible reality

They didn't know if this worked. Yet, it wasn't until they had visited a new reality when they noticed something...odd. The claw caps had stuck to their actual claws. No longer could Paramic take them off. Paramic tried to enchant them to come loose, but to no avail. These things were inexplicably immune to any and all enchantments

Paramic kept going more and more. Rather than writing down the changes in the timeline when Paramic got there, they began writing down the results of whatever Paramic did as a little experiment. It became less of saving dragons from bad realities and rather trying to see what could possibly happen had an animus tried doing whatever they did. It became a loop eventually, with Paramic hopping from one reality to another and just simply messing with it for the sake of seeing what happens

"It's for the original reality," they kept telling themselves on the sleepness nights. "It'll be okay. You're still a good dragon. Good dragons don't hurt others without a reason."

Paramic at this point began repeating that "I'm a good person" mentality to keep themselves afloat and ignore the dread and feelings of guilt over this. They weren't trying to hurt others! They're just...looking to see what happens when an animus does this. It was to help their original reality. It was to help the real reality, amongst this ocean of lesser ones

Paramic began to see the parallel versions of dragons less as cognizant beings and rather more, well, NPC-like. Their reactions became predictable and repetitive. They tried telling themselves that, no, they didn't fully believe in that...but yeah no they were beginning to go down this route

Worse yet, you remember the black claw caps that became fused to their claws? The darkness spread. With each reality that Paramic visited and began to destroy by now, the texture-less black spread from the claws. It went along the forearm and came to the wings. It even began in other places, with black spots forming on their scales and spreading like an infection. Bits and pieces of them would flake off too, only to hover and float around them. White lines and sigils of indeterminate origin and meaning as well began to appear, glowing faintly and keeping them awake during the night

It became clear to Paramic that the darkness was like a piece of unreality. The opposite of existence. Slowly, bit by bit, Paramic was succumbing to this. Less of a dragon and more of a force in the multiverse that marked only doom and suffering

...but they're a good dragon still, right?? They're a good dragon! They have to be. They are. A bad dragon would wipe out all of these worlds for the sake of their own pleasure. Paramic? Paramic cared about these dragons! Kinda. Well, at least enough to not inflict dangerous plagues on every one. They're more like a...a bringer of change, yes! Good or bad. It's all for research anyways

That's when Paramic noticed that they had yet to return to their original reality yet. It felt like countless millenia to them of wandering. How much would the real world shift?

Once they decided to go back, if only just to update their peers. In the real world, only a couple months had passed. When Paramic had returned, they were but a husk of the bright-eyed, bubbly and fun friend that they once knew. Paramic was a dragon who spent so long without having a real conversation. During that brief visit, they were inconsiderate, often talking over the other and interrupting them. They'd talk to themselves and try and think things through verbally

It wasn't until Paramic had told their friends, their real friends, about what happened when they began to get angry and scared. Paramic was confused. How could they react this way? After everything they did?? All of this research and the only thing they get from it is "you killed countless lives"???

Paramic thought about disposing of them. It was an urge they had felt before and would act on impulsively. Whenever there was trouble, they'd do away with them quickly

The only reason that Paramic didn't go through was their own horror at realizing that, subconsciously at least, they did not consider what they thought to be the real version of their friends to be important. They were subjects. They were designed to be tested upon

Paramic left that reality and never returned out of shame and terror at the implications

The cycle continued more and more, with Paramic breaking apart. Dragons would soon begin to run from them, finding them to be a monster than a dragon. A beast that trudged through realities and only brought great change, usually in the worst of ways

It all continues until, eventually, Paramic is essentially almost entirely formless. Most universes are gone by now, having been erased from existence due to Paramic's meddling. Yada yada esoteric reality falling apart stuff happens and eventually it's only Paramic and the riverbed. Everything else is gone. The multiverse will go quiet once and for all

Paramic looks down at the remaining bits of their claws. They hover without meaning, with only the hollow, empty remains of it left. In a fit of anger, Paramic grabs them and tosses them into the river. As they sink below the surface, they disappear into the aether. Where ever they end up, Paramic can't possibly know

Once and for all, Paramic breathes for the last time. Then, there is nothing

The universe resets once more after that. The world begins anew. Once more does reality continue on as per usual. The planet forms, the Scorching happens, and all the events leading up happen once more

Until one day, a young, academic minded dragon finds a pair of claw caps nearby a riverbed once more

Aaannddd that's Paramic! Woawie. Anyways I gotta head off for my lecture now lol

[baby--charchar]

Rhea

(Hazbin Hotel OC/Parame)

I finally made a character sheet up for Rhea~! She's very dear to me, and this helped me really flesh her out within my paracosm.

Her Details:

Rhea is both autistic and Deaf with moderate hearing loss; some sounds are meaningful for her (such as the sound of Vaggie's voice when she's sitting beside her), but her native language is American Sign Language and she is by all means a visual learner/communicator. Functionally, she is nonverbal because few people in Hell know ASL, and there's just no culture of people wanting to better themselves by learning something new (Charlie will change that). She does have communication cards, gestures, and tantrums/meltdowns to let others know what she needs.

She is an age regressor/has a "mental age" that is triggered when she is stressed or scared, usually putting her at 4-5.

Rhea's household never learned ASL, and sent her to a residential school for the Deaf from a very young age. It was a mediocre place, but she had community there. She avoided going home for the summers at all costs.

She is an AVID SWIMMER. Her school was situated in a small beach town, and she spent any warm-ish day out on the water.

She died by suicide, making sure she was in the water. Home. Hence, her regeneration in hell as a fish demon.

She appeared in the pool of the hotel at dawn, alone, naked, and feeling numb. She stayed there in a stupor until Vaggie discovered her. Naturally, like a baby bird, the first person she saw = mama.

Vaggie bonded back quickly. Some of it was pity; this new sinner at their hotel had a really fucked up backstory. Some of it was necessity because this girl could go totally out of control on her worst days, and Vaggie's strength/directness really helped her settle down. But at the heart of it, she's totally charmed by Rhea and thinks she's a sweetheart.

Of COURSE Vaggie and Charlie are trying to learn sign language! It did require smuggling some books and DVDs in from the human realm. Self teaching is hard, but it works.

They already have a few signs that are very helpful, especially when Rhea's regressed: yes/no, stop, help, eat, sleep, sad, and hug. The last one they always use when she's upset. Cuddles are very calming.

Vaggie calls her "cariña" (dear) and mi amor. Occasionally she'll use "Reina" (Queen) sarcastically when Rhea's in a bratty mood.

Rhea can be very volatile. Her aquakenesis means that when she's having a meltdown by the pool, she can make tidal waves so large and powerful they could shatter the glass windows, and all the meanwhile she's screaming and sobbing her lungs out. Vaggie's had to brave this storm twice and drag her out of there sopping wet. It was not fun. Occasionally she bites herself or hits/kicks others, but this is more manageable.

Rhea is an involuntary permaregressor since landing in Hell. She has typical intellect, but her regression causes her very low social/emotional development. She's very cuddly, affectionate, and sweet, however, she is prone to very severe tantrums and meltdowns. She can also be very attention-seeky, and likes being "the baby" of a group.

She has a favorite sippy cup, loves her sensory swing in her room, and has a beloved stuffed orca that Vaggie gifted her. She's also a frequent wetter/comfort voider, so she needs to stay padded.

Vaggie is a no-nonsense caregiver. She is super strict about wake up/bed times, eating meals, taking care of her hair, and behavior. Rhea likes to push Charlie's and Lucifer's buttons when she's feeling bratty, but that's just not gonna happen with Vaggie. If she hears Rhea acting up in the other room, she walks over, STARES HER DOWN WITH THE MEANEST MAMA BEAR LOOK, then signs "...NO." Rhea immediately gets her act together.

Rhea is also bioluminescent!!! She glows softly at night! Vaggie thinks it's very beautiful.

[hashnna]

OKASHII; Fetiches.

Notas: Isso aqui é um completo surto baseado em vozes da minha cabeça sobre quais kinks eu acho que eles teriam porque eu precisava 😔 e tenho simplesmente muitas ideias com a okashii (principalmente com o jeff), honestamente eu e meus meninos com poucos leitores e ouvintes somos o quinteto perfeito. 🫂

Avisos: Conteúdo sexual, size Kink, overstimulation, smoking fetich, gagging, sex tape, cum play, praise kink, odaxelagnia, katoptronofilia.

Extra: O Matt não tá aqui por motivos de; sou incapaz de escrever coisas impróprias com ele, olho pro matty e vejo uma auréola e asas nas costas dele 😮‍💨

Jeffrey White

Size Kink - Jeff é completamente apaixonado pela diferença de tamanho entre vocês, seja a diferença das mãos quando você as compara ou segura a m��o dele, ou a diferença de tamanho quando o corpo dele está sobre o seu.

 Jeffrey tem quase 1,90 de altura e ombros largos dignos de um ex nadador, a forma como apenas uma das mãos dele é suficiente para prender seus pulsos acima de sua cabeça ou atrás de suas costas é fascinante. Ele leva a marca que fica em sua bunda pelos tapas fortes quase como um troféu, a mão inteira desenhada em vermelho em sua nádega.

 Na primeira vez que você deitou na cama de Jeff, sequer parecia que ele iria caber dentro de sua buceta, assim como não coube inteiro em sua boquinha. E mesmo agora estando acostumada ao tamanho dele, ainda choraminga, sente o íntimo arder quando ele entra inteiro pela primeira vez. E ainda pede pra ele ir devagarzinho nos dias em que está mais manhosinha que o normal.

Overstimulation - Suas pernas tremendo em volta da cintura do Jeong enquanto ele enfia tudo bem fundo. Sua mão rodeando o pulso dele enquanto ele te toca, os olhinhos cheios enquanto mal teve tempo de descer de seu orgasmo e ele já está prestes a te dar outro. Suas pernas apertando a cabeça dele, as mãos puxando os cabelos e os quadris que só param quietos na cama quando ele te segura firme e a língua morna brinca com seu pontinho sensível.

 Isso é definitivamente o paraíso de Jeffrey.

Gagging - definitivamente ele não cabe na sua boquinha, talvez, exatamente por isso Jeff é obcecado pela visão de você engasgando no pau dele. As bochechinhas ficando vermelhas, os olhinhos tão cheios que transbordam sem que você controle, a saliva faz seus lábios brilharem e um fio ainda liga seu lábio inferior a cabecinha do pau dele quando você se afasta em busca de ar, só para que em seguida a mão de Jeffrey agarre seus cabelos novamente e te traga de volta para o que estava fazendo, esfrega a ponta em seus lábios, em sua língua, bate, só para depois enfiar tudo bem fundo de novo e ouvir o sonzinho molhado de seus engasgos.

Mason Home

Smoking Fetich - Ele vai acender um cigarro enquanto você mama o pau dele, um dos braços atrás da cabeça enquanto o cigarro pende entre os dedos da mão.

Quando você sentar no colo dele enquanto ele estiver fumando, Mason vai segurar seu rosto, te trazendo pra perto o suficiente para soprar a fumaça esbranquiçada em sua boca, e quando você tombar a cabeça pra trás, soltando a fumaça agora menos densa, ele se aproxima, sela seu pescoço devagar, mordisca a pele.

Cum Play - Mason é completamente obcecado por isso, a visão de manchar todo o seu corpo com a porra dele, brincar com isso, ver o líquido escorrendo em seus peitos, vazando pra fora de seu canalzinho apenas pra que ele suje os dedos enquanto espalha o esperma em toda a sua intimidade.

 Ele já fez as próprias iniciais com o esperma em sua nádega e sem pudor algum usou uma foto disso como wallpaper por meses.

Sex Tape - Ele tem inúmeras gravações e fotos impróprias de vocês em uma pasta privada que só vocês dois têm acesso. 

 São fotos suas ajoelhada mamando o pau dele, de quatro, fotos e vídeos de Mason com a cabeça no meio de suas pernas enquanto ele te chupa. Vídeos que ele grava em que dá pra ver perfeitamente a forma com o pau dele entra inteirinho em sua buceta. É quase um onlyfans particular de vocês.

Raf Sandou

Katoptronofilia - O que ele pode fazer se ver seu rostinho choroso através do espelho enquanto ele te fode por trás é uma das cenas mais lindas que ele já viu? 

 Sandou é completamente obcecado, já cogitou colocar um espelho no teto do quarto. Ele adora entrar no banheiro enquanto você faz sua maquiagem na frente do espelho, ele vai agarrar sua cintura, beijar seu pescoço, colocar a mão por dentro de sua calcinha, te tocando até que você perca totalmente a concentra��ão e então te foder ali mesmo.

Odaxelagnia - Sempre vai ter alguma marca dos dentes dele pelo seu corpo, no pescoço, na clavícula, no ombro, nas nádegas, coxas. Ele adora te morder e te marcar. 

Normalmente ele se excita facilmente. Mas quando ele está sentado na frente do computador e você se aproxima, tira o boné dele, entrelaçando os dedos entre os cabelos escuros enquanto mordisca o pescoço dele...ele não vai aguentar um minuto inteiro sem querer te foder.

Praise Kink - Ele vai te chamar dos apelidos mais imorais e em seguida te chamar de "Princesa", falar que você é a garota bonita dele enquanto te fode devagarzinho. 

Depois de gozar na sua boca, vai segurar seu rosto com a mão, espremendo suas bochechas até um biquinho se formar em seus lábios, te dar um selinho barulhento e dizer o quando você é boa pra ele, o quanto é louco por você, te chamar de "minha putinha bonita", "princesinha do Sandou", "bonequinha do Seunghwan".

Morro de ciúmes dos meus caras e ao mesmo tempo queria dar a fama e reconhecimento do mundo todo pra eles 😔😔😔

[justdriftaway-madd]

I feel empty.

I have been healing from MaDD for the last 2 years, and working very hard towards recovery. Prior to this i spent more than half my day every day dissociated and daydreaming. It destroyed my life. I had to put in great effort to heal to the point where i can go almost all day without daydreaming at all, and it is almost to the point of not being maladaptive anymore (though i still consider it MaDD because imo it never goes away fully, that urge to use daydreams as a coping mechanism never goes away and there is always the chance that i will go back to my old ways if i experience that trauma again).

But with all of that came losing my paracosm. The one i built for years. The one that was more like home than anywhere in the outside world. I felt more alive there than anywhere else, it felt real. The family my parame had was more like family than my outside one. But i had to leave that all behind in hopes to heal my brain and experience the true world outside.

The way i did this was lots of therapy and then one last daydream where the world/paracosm exploded. They all died. I replaced that urge to daydream with podcasts, reading, and loud music to stop me daydreaming, and eventually, i healed to where i am now. I can chose when and where to daydream and do it in a safe manner, but i cant ever go back to that paracosm.

Its always there, in the back of my mind though. Its like an addiction. I cant use again but i know the drug is out there and i could have it if i want to. I still crave it. But i must keep myself safe.

Only difference is i cant go back. Ive tried. Ive tried crawling back to that same paracosm but it feels like a lie. Because the real one ended. Its all fake now. Just another regular ol daydream. Not home like it used to be. It doesnt help that the paracosm was based on a harmful/problematic media either. I feel so guilty going back to it, and i dont even like the media anymore and i dont want to risk entering fandom again because of daydreams.

My paracosm died. All the paras with it. No matter what i do i cant get them back. And while thats probably for the best, i cant help this feeling of emptiness all the time.

The longing.

The urge to run back into the arms of my paras.

I miss them so much and i cant get them back nor can i replace them.

I try to build new paracosms but i just cant. Nothing will ever be the same. I miss it.

[nevermore-grimes]

Hi! Hello! I’m a maladaptive daydreamer. You can call me Divine or Knight (both names derived from my fandom/main blog, @divine-knight-hand)! *Both of my blogs are 18+, btw!!!*

Contrary to that blog, I will not be talking fanfiction here. So, if you want fandom-accurate stuff, this blog isn’t for you.

But, if you’re looking for MaDD content, then welcome! The Ember Blade Chronicles is a paracosm yeeeeears in the making. I was about 6 years old when I started maladaptive daydreaming, and this is pretty much the only paracosm I got, so a LOT of work went into this, as you can see.

On that note, here is The Ember Blade Chronicles! And if you have any questions about anything you see here AT ALL, I hiiiiiiighly encourage you to ask! (Please, please, pleeeease ask me about my paracosm! I wanna talk about it!!!)

The Sisters

*NOTES: I was going to do all four of The Elemental Four, but half of them aren’t relevant anymore. The most consistently revelant paras in my paracosm are these two chumps (affectionate). Also, since these are paras based off of and named after real people, I’ve changed their names for privacy reasons. So, just enjoy the super cool aliases~

🔥 Nevermore Grimes - My darling parame. *Slaps the top of her head* Lemme tell you, this woman can fit so much trauma, it’s not even funny. I torture her the most often when I’m bored, lmao! Anyways, since she’s the main character of this paracosm, I won’t be doing much introduction here. All I’ll say is that she’s the second oldest of The Elemental Four, wielding the element of fire.

💧 Aerith Lake - Nevermore’s little sister. She’s the youngest of The Elemental Four, wielding the element of water. Don’t mistake her kindness for complacence. She always finds the voice to speak up for herself when it counts the most. Though she still carries a teensy bit of abandonment issues from when Nevermore ran away from home, she trusts that her big sister won’t disappear without a trace again… Mostly.

The Lore

Get ready. There’s quite a lot… (We also meet some fictparas! Yay!)

TWs for up ahead: Many mentions of death and killing, and quick mention of rape (blink and you’ll miss it)

The Origins - After an accident involving her powers manifesting leads to her having a hand in the death of one of her parents, Nevermore runs away from home in guilt and shame, though the escape from a life she longed to abandon was a pretty solid perk. Moved to action after growing tired of feeling confined to what those who have power over her want for her, she becomes the violent driving force that is “Justice Incarnate”, wanting nothing more than to protect others from that same helpless feeling. Though, the news was quick to deem her “The Red Rapist Killer” (Which is a horrible name, if you accidentally stop short…), demonizing her for her use of killing as punishment. But, no matter what, she swore to never resort to the powers that took one of her parents’ life from her…

The Macbethian Saga - Returning to her home planet, Macbeth, Nevermore has to balance the trials that come with learning to control the powers she despises with the trials that come with rejoining a family that’s grown to resent her for abandoning them (Oh! And let’s not forget about the trials of learning how to function in a royal family). She’s forced to leave her life as “Justice Incarnate” behind, but old habits die hard, and as The Elemental Four serve as princesses by day, they also end up as a band of vigilantes by night.

The Hero Saga - Blindsighted by an unexpected encounter on a royal outing to a champion’s match on a certain planet of misfits, Nevermore is forced to learn how to run with the big dogs, and quick. As it would turn out, fighting a battle for the sake of sparing half of the universe wasn’t so fun if losing was in the cards… But, upon the return of the disappeared, the Elementals find themselves cast out of their kingdom by their once loyal subjects, so they move to join Earth’s mightiest heroes. This is where Nevermore makes her debut as Ember Blade.

The Dimensions Saga - The Avengers have no time to settle in to their new lives once they’re quickly faced with a new threat. If they don’t close all the inter-dimensional rifts being ripped open around the universe, its potential collapse awaits them. The solution? A hell of a lot of dimension-hopping.

The Pre-War Saga - The rifts are gone, but the Avengers are forced to prepare for war as villains past are being revived and recruited by none other than The Grandmaster. Who knew a fruity old man could have such sinister ambitions? This doesn’t bode so well for the cute and comfortable little life that Nevermore had just started building for herself…

The War Saga *Current Saga* - The Avengers take to space. Their battlefield? Ego. Stationed in an impossibly large space station just a few jump points away, they’re tasked with facing down villains past, all to save half of the universe again… Anyone else getting serious deja vu?

The New-Asgardian Saga - War is over, but Nevermore barely has time to celebrate as S.H.I.E.L.D. begins a manhunt for her. After they claimed she’s proven herself a serious threat to humanity, they’ve made it very clear that they will shoot on sight. So, she leaves with her lover to the newly-rebuilt land of New Asgard, relocated back into space from Norway. But, Nevermore is too stubborn to kill off Ember Blade, so it would seem she’s back to the vigilante life…

[talonabraxas]

Vaikuntha Celestial Palace of Lord Vishnu ॐ Talon Abraxas

Vaikuntha (Sanskrit वैकुंठ, vaikuṃṭha), Param Padam (‘supreme abode’), or Paramapadam is the home of Vishnu. It is the eternal abode of Narayana or Vishnu or Hari, his consort Lakshmi, and Shesha, upon whom they rest. In most of the extant Puranas, and Vaishnava traditions, Vaikuntham (Vishnuloka)is located in the direction of the Makara Rashi (Shravana Zodiac) which coincides with the Capricorn constellation. Vishnu's eye is supposed to be located at the South Celestial Pole as well.

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Paramount Home Entertainment and CBS DVD have officially announced and detailed their physical release for ‘NCIS: Los Angeles – The Final Season’ which will be available to own on DVD beginning September 5, 2023. An ‘NCIS: Los Angeles – The Complete Series’ set will also be available on DVD. Continue below to check out the full announcement with bonus content listings, disc specs and more.

Featuring Crossover Episodes, Bonus Features and Deleted Scenes

Street Date:                September 5, 2023

Description:               Protecting the nation’s security one last time, NCIS: LOS ANGELES   – THE FINAL SEASON arrives on DVD September 5th from Paramount Home Entertainment. The release will include all 21 episodes, on 6 discs, including two crossover episodes, special features that take you behind the scenes with cast and crew, and exclusive deleted scenes.

In the final season of NCIS: LOS ANGELES, amidst the happy news about Callen and Anna’s engagement, Hetty Lange is still on a dangerous mission and will need the help of the NCIS team to save her. The NCIS team must also focus on dangers both at home and abroad, with a bombing at a military combat drone facility and shocking news about the fighting overseas.

NCIS: LOS ANGELES – THE FINAL SEASON stars Chris O’Donnell (Batman & Robin), LL Cool J (Deep Blue Sea), Eric Christian Olsen (Dumb and Dumberer: When Harry Met Lloyd), Gerald McRaney (“This Is Us”) and Daniela Ruah (Red Tails).

NCIS: LOS ANGELES – THE COMPLETE SERIES is also available on DVD, featuring every episode of the series along with nearly 17 hours of bonus content.

Special Features:       NCIS Crossover Episode, “Too Many Cooks”

NCIS: Hawaiʻi Crossover Episode, “Deep Fake”

A Killer Crossover Featurette

One Last Snapshot: The Final Season of NCIS: Los Angeles Featurette

To Old Friends and New Beginnings Featurette

Deleted Scenes

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Human Rights Watch: Israel Has Tortured Detained Palestinian Medical Workers

Human Rights Watch has accused Israel of arbitrarily detaining and torturing Palestinian healthcare workers. Eight doctors, nurses and paramedics recently held in Israeli prisons have described being blindfolded, beaten, held in forced stress positions, and handcuffed for extended periods of time. They also reported torture, including rape and sexual abuse by Israeli forces. Over the weekend, Israel bombed another school in Gaza sheltering displaced Palestinians. Meanwhile, on Saturday, an Israeli strike on a home in Khan Younis killed 11 members of the same family, including two children. This comes as Israeli forces have withdrawn from the Hamad City portion of Khan Younis, leaving the neighborhood largely destroyed. Rescue workers recovered 16 bodies from the rubble. Residents say they have no safe place to go.

Randa Sammour: “Where is a safe area? There is no safety. Where is safety? We flee every day. We get displaced every day under the rockets, under the bombing. I am alone with my little children. I flee with them every day from a place to another. I don’t know where to go. They tell you about safe areas. Where is safety? Make me feel safe. Make the little child feel safe. We are tired, people. It’s enough. Have mercy on us.”