#Purified Chrysalis

[fillyfool]

[sylvesterelle]

In "I accidentally hallucinated a fic for a game I don't fucking play on a 12-hour drive and now I'm writing it for nanowrimo" news, somehow a throwaway wake-up scene became an alternate backstory and now I'm a Ghost Has Catholic Guilt truther.

557 words, TW: child abuse, blood, religious themes

Simon woke with a breath of air against his face. 

For a moment he was twenty years old again, sleeping out under the stars on a mission in Mongolia, sun and wind caressing his bare cheeks. 

Memory made itself known in aching joints and the constant tightness in his muscles, a consequence of the years in-between.

Ghost blinked into wakefulness, eyeing where Johnny’s head rested on his shoulder, breathing heavily into his face.

As far as wake ups go, not one of his worst. 

Knew he shouldn't take it personal, he wasn't special or anything. Johnny had an alarming tendency to attach to the nearest warm body when asleep. That it so often happened to be him was his own doing; Johnny was always the brightest flame in any room and Ghost was ever an idiot moth.

His father had kept a shadow box frame on the wall behind his desk, winged insects pinned tightly above the neat, black script giving their Latin names. Right in the center, place of pride, his father had the African Death’s Head moth. Acherontia Atropos, so named for the Fate who cut the thread of life and ushered in death.

Simon had memorized all their names and markings over the years, but it was Acherontia that haunted his dreams. The human skull sketched on its thorax pinning him with its gaze night after night, mocking him as he braced against the heavy wooden desk, trying fruitlessly not to tense against the next lash of the belt. His father preferred it when Simon took his punishment quietly. 

Unflinchingly, even when the blood dripped down his back and stained the waistband of his trousers.  

At least, that was what he named as his preference. Simon knew better; knew well the excited spark that would appear in his father’s eyes when Simon would inevitably collapse on the desk, unable to keep the whimpers from escaping his lips no matter how tightly he gritted his teeth. Knew the heights of ecstasy his father reached in the mortification of his son’s flesh, the kind he never quite reached when assigning days-long fasts or solitary confinements to purify his soul.

No, it was violence that swept up his father in holy fever, near breathless with excitement as he recited the same verses, over and over.

“Put to death what is earthly in you: fornication, impurity, passion, evil desire.” Colossians. “If you put to death the deeds of the body you will live.” Book of Romans. And his father’s favorite: “Whoever spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves him is diligent to discipline him…Blows that wound cleanse away evil; strokes make clean the innermost parts.” Proverbs.

Simons had believed them all, then.

Now, he knew his true inheritance: not the words, not the religion that served as reason and shield, but the lust for blood that burned so hot it felt holy.

And so it was that when Ghost emerged from a chrysalis of blood and gristle, he wore the face that had watched him all those long years—pinned above his father’s desk and grinning like it always knew what he’d become.

And look at him now, Ghost thought as he stared at Johnny’s face. Fluttering like a suicidal moth around a flame, he knows, he fucking knows will be the death of him.

[soverane]

have you seen the arlecchino ult leak posted just now and how do we feel abt arlenora now

[genshin leaks ahead!]

[sobs, falls at your feet, weeping, wailing, curls into a ball] hi meadows!!! <3 i was having a field day... i didn't know what to expect with her leaks but the parallels with signora as well as signora's own theme in her boss battle phase 1 ost leak was not on my 2024 bingo card but here we are...! omfg i am devastated in the best possible way... i'm gonna try to collect my thoughts here...

arlecchino's constellation, "ignis purgatorius"

it means "cleansing" or "purifying fire", and this is interesting bc signora (then rosalyne) "sacrificed her [physical, mortal] body to become the embodiment of liquid fire herself." i'm not sure what being the "embodiment of liquid fire" really entails for signora but the crimson witch of flames and the pale flame (specifically the flower, "stainless bloom") artifact sets tell us that rosalyne was a living being who still looked human, but whose essence is made up of "liquid fire." that, and her newfound purpose is to aid the tsaritsa in "cleansing" the world of its darkness and corruption. (the shivada jade gemstone description is my tsarlyne roman empire but that's a ship for another day <3) idk why arlecchino's constellation is so conceptually similar to signora's whole "liquid fire," "cleanse the world in silent ice" schtick, but it is giving me brain rot, so, yes.

arlecchino's boss form

her splash art complements signora's so much it's driving us all insane!!!!! i saw a video leak of her boss gameplay and it seems her 'wings' (?) resemble spider legs more actually! she uses them to walk, among other things. i wonder where this is going! but ok, sure! bug yuri <3 spider x moth yuri <3

arlecchino's boss battle phase 1 ost

of all the leaked content it's her ost that did it for me. towards the end of the track (2:19-2:30) WE HEAR SIGNORA'S THEME. I KNOW HER THEME BY HEART CHRYSALIS SUSPIRII AND SALTATIO FAVILLAE ARE FOREVER IMPRINTED IN MY BRAIN. I KNOW HER THEME WHEN I HEAR IT. so why!?!? what is her theme doing in arlecchino's phase 1 ost, and what does this mean! T_T what was the reason!!!! why would they do this to me!!!!! i'm not ok!!! if there's one thing i know about genshin's music team and lore team it's that the smallest details are not put there without intention, so i'm curious about the inspiration for arlecchino's ost and why it includes elements of signora's theme. the boss battle ost's of childe and scaramouche don't have signora's theme at all, so what makes arlecchino's different?

for those less familiar with signora's theme (there is a fatui theme, which is recurrent throughout all their ost's, and then you have each harbinger's individual themes unique to them only.), you can hear it in chrysalis suspirii between 2:08-2:32 (imo the saddest, most beautifully haunting, most romantic version of it) and in saltatio favillae between 1:16-2:24 (imo the most dramatic, phantom-of-the-opera-esque version of it). there's just... so much grief and tragedy in her theme that i've never heard in the other harbingers'. elogia cinerosa also shares this leitmotif between 2:11-2:43, and it's this version of signora's theme that's heard in arlecchino's phase 1 ost.

someone on twitter made a very cool music analysis of this if anyone's interested!

anyway arlenora isn't beating the moth to flame allegations, they're not beating the secret affair allegations, nor the doomed lovers allegations.

now how do we feel about the fact that arlecchino has an agreement with the tsaritsa that lets her use the hydro gnosis for her own interests before surrendering it to the tsaritsa, and how do we feel about arlecchino possibly using the hydro gnosis to resurrect signora :D

[gale-gentlepenguin]

“Akuma purification is stupid”

Now that I got that out there allow me to explain.

Akuma being made and utilizing a negative emotion is cool and it’s a great feature of the butterfly miraculous.

But the fact that the only way to deal with an akuma permanently is to have ladybug purify it by capturing it with her Yo-Yo. In the show there is no choice BUT to have the ladybug miraculous deal with the butterfly miraculous. Making it crucial, but it doesn’t explain why the cat miraculous should be involved at all.

Also if an akuma doesn’t get purified it can multiply. But it’s still linked to the one akuma, which makes me wonder why Hawkmoth never just akumatizes someone, tells them to break the object to call back the akuma, let it multiply and send it back out again.

I think that having the item be broken or the akuma admitting defeat should be enough to purify the akuma. That whole akuma multiply if not purified nonsense is gimmicky.

I also think Multiple akuma should be able to be made like in the movie. Make the drawback that it’s harder to keep control of them or make it more draining on the user. It would explain why one at a time is the rule and allow for multiple threats at times.

By removing the purification aspect, it makes it so Any miraculous can help deal with an akuma. The ladybug and cat miraculous can become important in another aspect, like helping maintain balance in the order. Or if the purification aspect is needed. Make it so the cat is needed to break the chrysalis holding the akuma. Or add a way the cat can remove akuma.

[princess-of-the-corner]

PrincessBee: K, random thought, what if the Akuma that Mari & Adrien get rid of, because they can’t purify it, it kind of . . . IDK, sinks into the ground, becomes a chrysalis or something, goes dormant. & none of them find it or anything. Life moves on. Then the kiddos go out for a roof run, & they use the powers a bit, & that wakes up the Akuma, which goes on a rampage, & that's what the kid's debut is, fighting this leftover Akuma from before? & then Lila sees the news report . . .

hm.

I think they'd be careful to either contain or find another way to get rid of the Butterfly (worst comes to worst, Tikki can do it and cause some other problems). Like they've seen what an escaped Butterfly can do and especially one without someone controlling it.

My thought for the kids' first outing is still them being dumb teenagers and like. This is the equivalent of when two friends of mine thought that since one knew how to drive they could take her mom's car and go to baskin robins(while leaving the 8 year old alone in the house) and be back without being caught(they were caught).

So they're like 'let's go for a rooftop run no one will notice we'll be too high to be seen!' but the next day the news shows footage of it.

[hoshinierabareshimono]

Ad Maiora

@umbral-stigmata-unbound

In hindsight, Genesis had been foolish to expect anything akin to bliss at the end of his vendetta against those who had wronged him, against the planet herself for tolerating his impending death.

His DNA may have been purified of any error, any necrotic leak that was the aftermath of Hollander’s failed experiments, his battered form revitalized by the gift of the goddess he had coveted with his last strength. And yet, when he had come to himself, his perception no longer governed by pain and justified ire, it had dawned on him that his triumph over his own defective genes may have been nothing but a hollow victory.

The life he had fought to reclaim with such vehemence, after all, was no more. Angeal and Sephiroth were both dead, his sense of kinship with those more human than him erased by his newfound insight into their incorrigible nature as well as his virtual immortality.

The lofty ideal of heroism he had pursued, too, had been exposed as a mirage in equal parts conjured by Shinra and the naivety of youth.

Although Genesis would never want to return to a state of ignorance, dulling his mind with comforting delusions, he nevertheless felt compelled to acknowledge that, where there had once been the final vestiges of innocence, there was now an exquisitely bitter pain.

He thus permitted himself to mourn his past happiness in its own right, withdrawing from the world stage in the absence of a cause worthy of his attention.

Only when the planet herself called for him wearing his goddess’s distressed countenance did Genesis summon his trusted Rapier and take to the tumultuous sky on a single jet-black wing.

The planet alone had healed him and for that very reason become the object of his unreserved loyalty.

***

With his superior willpower and mental resilience, there was no risk for Genesis to succumb to the hypnotic call for Reunion luring a motley cast of familiar faces, strangers, and black robed puppets to the stage Sephiroth had prepared for them.

And by the Goddess, was the play of Sephiroth’s design a spectacle: A riveting tale of betrayal, greed, and dulcet agony, it demanded Genesis’ rapt attention right up to the revelation that took the unwitting performers’ breath away.

It was thus only when the blond—the infantryman he had once hunted for his cells—that Genesis emerged from the shadows, knocking him out with a precise kick to the back of the head before effortlessly catching both the boy and the perilous black orb he had carried.

“Leave. You’re out of your depth—all of you,” he addressed the group with an imperious look. “Do take your addled companion off my hands.”

Not caring whether or not they would catch the blond, Genesis unceremoniously shoved him towards them.

(A young woman with shiny dark brown hair that fell below her waist and a brawny man with a firearm attached to the stump of his right arm swiftly stepped up to the task.)

There was the telltale flash of recognition in the eyes of the vice-president and the director of advanced weaponry, but it was more pronounced in Hojo’s, whose self-congratulatory glee was dulled by displeasure, most likely upon seeing him not merely alive, but in splendid health.

Fortunately for the motley group, the Shinra heir was discerning enough to ensure their prompt evacuation: As soon as their airplane took off the ground and Genesis conjured a potent barrier to ward off any falling debris, the cave was already collapsing in a thunderous cacophony, restoring the stage to a clean slate as if inviting him to raise the curtain to the consecutive act.

Even before the dust settled, Genesis was already applauding, paying his due tribute to the masterful puppeteer in the form of four slow claps.

“It has certainly been a while,” he remarked, the poised nonchalance he exuded a convincing fabrication.

Although Sephiroth had vanished from sight along with his translucent chrysalis, Genesis nevertheless sensed his tremendous energy, his indomitable will.

“Here, to commemorate our fortuitous reunion,” he echoed the words he had once spoken to him in a distant past.

And suddenly, the entire area was suffused with green, pulsating light as he cast his most potent healing spell, willing his magic to track his former friend and push into his half-restored body. Compared to his usual healing spells that were gentle and soothing, this more powerful counterpart was relentless and violent, brimming with life in its raw, undiluted potency.

With bated breath, Genesis watched as his spell condensed at a moderate distance, meters beneath the ground he stood upon, waiting for it to restore his former friend’s physical form to its rightful splendor.

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

loa update

summary

The trust between Ladybug and Chat Noir is stretched to breaking point when a new butterfly holder emerges in the wake of Monarque's defeat. Chat Noir doesn't know who to trust until Chrysalis confronts him with a truth Ladybug had tried to bury: Monarque made the Wish—and she wants Chat Noir’s help to undo it.

excerpt

She smiled at him, her amethyst eyes luminous even through the mist, her form shining with violet and moonlight as she stood and stepped down to meet him. Chat Noir gripped his baton, holding it ready as she came into view, only for her to feet to still and her hands to raise in surrender. “Bonsoir, Chat Noir,” the girl said, the moon hanging high above her like a spotlight. The akuma circled once around her head, then fluttered toward her outstretched hand, landing silently upon her gloved fingertip. She brought it deliberately into her cupped hands and, with a glimmer of light, released a newly purified butterfly into the air. “Chrysalis,” Chat Noir said. She smiled wider.

thank you @ladyofthenoodle for the end card it fits so well >:3 part 7 of our collab is up!

[nothingtherefornow]

How will Miraculous Balance Lila lack's of ressources and power compared to Gabriel against the Miraculous Team ?

While surfing on a Miraculous Ladybug Reddit, I found a fan suggesting that Miraculous season 6 may be forced to introduce new super villains that have nothing to do with Lila, because for what little we know, Lila is just no match for Team Miraculous on her own.

Even if her excellents talents as a chameleon and manipulator can allow Lila to create numerous situations to her advantage to trigger akumatizations, and to potentially sow discord among heroes ("divide and conquer" as they say), the existence of magical charms that can now purify akuma in an almost Utopian Paris (and thus filled with a lot more positive emotions than in a previous full of corruptions), and the fact that Ladybug and Cat Noir are now capable of using the cataclysm and the lucky charm to infinity without detransforming put Lila in a serious disavantageous situation.

In the world of Miraculous where magic and the existence of meta-humans/mutants is common place, to introduce new original super villains who would attack Paris and ally themselves with a Chrysalis offering to make them stronger by akumatizing them would indeed be a plausible solution in the future season 6.

The problem for Lila is that according to the latest news, she does not have the same wealth or the same resources as Gabriel. The latter had his secret garden where he regularly harvested numerous butterflies which later became his akuma, in order to never fall stranded and to be able to continue attacking the heroes every day and thus give them very little respite, but also to be able to launch attacks of the scale of the scarlet butterfly.

I am certain that an akuma purified by Ladybug then becomes unusable, and we do not yet know if it is enough for a butterfly miraculous wielder to detransform then retransform so that their cane is always automatically equipped with an akuma if the the latter had just been purified. However, a wielder of the butterfly miraculous acting for good does not seem to have to worry about the same problem, because we saw in the Paris special that Betterfly could use the same kamiko, which he keeps in his weapon, to kamikoze more than one person at a time in a short period of time. Especially since Betterfly's kamiko seems to be fast enough to avoid being purified if Betterfly were to free its allies from their power just before the kamikozed object get destroyed (and in any case Betterfly doesn't have to worry about that. since the Ladybug of his world has become his ally). And in order to be able to create a second kamikozed champion without linking it to the same kamiko as the first, simply lend the butterfly miraculous to an ally so that the latter is also entitled to their own kamiko to use.

However Betterfly also showed us why having only one magical butterfly supplied with his weapon was a big disadvantage compared to Gabriel's akuma garden : the fact that Ladybug was able to find Hesperia by tracking down her only kamiko , which should automatically return to its creator. Gabriel didn't have to worry about his akuma being used to track him, because no purified akuma has ever returned to him, and an unpurified akuma can multiply, or Gabrie himself can certainly break the connection ( in the episode Ladybug, we saw the scarlet akuma turn white again and therefore "purified" after Gabriel transformed).

We do not yet know if the butterfly miraculous will always provide Lila with a new akuma in her weapon each time the previous akuma is purified by Ladybug, or if like Gabriel Lila will be forced to regularly harvest butterflies to make akumas. Especially since with only one akuma at her disposal, Lila could possibly be hunted down, unless she detransforms just in time after each fight. But unless Lila joins forces with Tomoe Tsurugi and asks for her help in creating her own butterfly garden, I don't think Lila won't have the same luxury that Moth/Shadowmoth/Monarch had.

Another fan confirmed that this idea would indeed be the best direction to take.

Although I think Lila will learn to create megakuma very quickly, magical charms can still work against them by being fueled by positive emotions. And as I said above, in the new Paris, positive emotions are likely to be much more widespread than negative emotions in a Paris that is no longer under the reign of a corrupt mayor and his equally wealthy corrupted partners.

This I can only see 4 ways in which Lila/Chrysalis could gain the upper hand over Ladybug and Cat Noir and become a more dangerous threat than Gabriel :

Create an alliance with Tomoe Tsurugi or another supervillain we don't yet know about, and give him access to other supervillain allies that Lila could easily manipulate into becoming her pawns..

Unlock powerful new powers never before seen with the Miraculous Butterfly, until you reach a power, able to counter that of Ladybug's magical charms.

Succeed in stealing miraculous from her future school friends, and even then the task will be difficult because apart from the ladybug, the black cat, the rabbit and the peacock, the other miraculous have changed shape, which could prevent Lila from recognize most of the magical jewels and steal them (unless she manages to discover with her tricks who and who within the miraculous Team)

Reveal to all of Paris the truth about Gabriel Agreste = Papillon/Papillombre/Monarch, and the fact that Ladybug voluntarily hid this truth, with the aim of sowing doubt and discord throughout Paris and within the Miraculous team, thus giving Lila more means to act and turning certain heroes and citizens against Ladybug

Without that I don't see how Lila can become a credible threat to Ladybug and Cat Noir.

This could also explain why Lila mentioned looking forward to meet Marinette again while putting the butterfly brooch on her, yet without mentioning Ladybug (if we assume that Lila doesn't know that Ladybug = Marinette). Maybe this is because Lila should be intelligent enough to understand that the power alone of the butterfly miraculous is no longer sufficient against Ladybug, and Lila must therefore at the beginning have only intended to use the powers of the miraculous against Marinette to ruin her life (what more easy than akumatizing herself into Chameleon or Volpina)

However, let's find out what scared Lila at the end of Re-creation first when season 6 comes out, and figure if it will play an important role in her future role as a butterfly super villain or not

[ladyofthenoodle]

She smiled at him, her amethyst eyes luminous even through the mist, her form shining with violet and moonlight as she stood and stepped down to meet him. Chat Noir gripped his baton, holding it ready as she came into view, only for her to feet to still and her hands to raise in surrender.

“Bonsoir, Chat Noir,” the girl said, the moon hanging high above her like a spotlight. The akuma circled once around her head, then fluttered toward her outstretched hand, landing silently upon her gloved fingertip. She brought it deliberately into her cupped hands and, with a glimmer of light, released a newly purified butterfly into the air.

“Chrysalis,” Chat Noir said.

She smiled wider.

chapter 7 is UP!!! follow the butterflies to go read it 🦋 @wackus-bonkus-maximus will take you there

[songofthesibyl]

Metamorphosis

A short sketch of the scene in chapter 80 of ACOWAR where Feyre gives her speech, told from Tamlin’s POV:

He felt heat up and down his skin, flooding his face. He sat still, apart from the others. And earned a momentary glance from Feyre before she continued on, a sea of black leather at her side. Lucien wrapped up in it, too. The transformation had happened. In the chrysalis of his house, the petals had finally fallen, the fruits grown ripe, it was close to harvest now. What was sown would be reaped. He understood this. Poisonous flowers, carnivorous flowers, luring one in, and then stuck inside, devoured within.

     He hadn’t bothered trying to heal himself. Lucien could have done it. But he wanted the scars, the bandages, the blood. The final thing he had been able to do, with what he was. He could imagine himself human, rest, and poultices reapplied, and seeing the wound, and how reassuring it was to see it, the proof of it. And how it healed, slowly. That was reassuring too, the time it took. Healing took time, wounds sometimes never healed at all.

     This house had been hers, he had bought it for her. He wondered why she had chosen it, wrecked and ruined as it was.

     He supposed that was the reason.

  She looked now with love, and joy, at her mate, who looked back on her with pride, and the same. And a certain smugness he knew he was not imagining. All of them.

     Everything he touched turned to this. Blossoms opened but briefly, and quickly withered, or blew on the breeze. Spring was ephemeral, really. It was never meant to last.

     She beamed. She was beaming. The sadness in her voice, the discomfort scattered on the wind as she spoke of seeing Velaris for the first time. He wondered if he had ever seen it, when he was young, before everything started. And if Rhysand had erased it from his mind. He would never go there now. It was pointless.

     The speeches went on for hours. One after the other, telling their stories, human and fae and half-fae. So many he had never seen, would never know. Animated, and ecstatic, and sorrowful, and angry, all of it, everything he loved—and he remembered, when she looked at him like that. Wildly and deeply and all at once. Such joy in her, she had not tried to hide it when it came. There had been no deceit in her then.

     But in him, yes.

   He could still feel the mask, he figured he always would. The shadow of it, how it covered him. His face unchanged, unmoving, beneath. He knew how to be still. He was very still, now. The tension before had been too much, he had held himself in for too long, and he had forgotten, he had forgotten himself. All of his selves had exploded out, the manor, the entire world exploded around him, wrecked, and ruined, like this. A final remnant of what had been, before. But he remembered, and he was still now. Very still.

Talk now of the wall. He crossed his arms when they looked to him, it was his court, his land, after all. What did it matter, if there was a wall, or not. He would be the wall. He would keep everyone out, by himself. He had already been doing such a good job of driving people away. 

An echo, through his empty head, of Lucien’s laughter through the halls, purifying them, and oh, how much life he had brought to it. How much Feyre had. Never from him. Never from himself. He took it from them, saw the joy leach out over weeks, over centuries, until he had used them up, and only the rotted heart was left. This husk, this shell of a person. Sloughed off, and discarded. Adorned in stars, in moonlight.

     Their wings on the wall. In his haste, his father hadn’t even bothered to clean them. And the smell of them, when they burned.

     So be it.  

  He would burn himself. Everything he had ever been, and tried to be. One layer after another off of him.  

     The long speeches were over. Everyone stood up, mingled, talked, shook hands. It should have been a triumphant moment. It was. For her, for everyone. The first bit of progress, after 500 years of stasis. It was not a part of him though, it was far from him, he had long since shed that self. And all he could see, as the remaining six High Lords spoke, and shook hands, were talons, and claws, and wings, mouths extended into canine jaws, he could feel the tickling underneath. Masks and leather and smooth skin to cover it up. All manner of dressing.

     This was who the humans were shaking hands with, were trusting. Cat’s eyes and fox’s tongue and serpent’s tail. The truth of it on the battlefield. Beasts, all of them.

     He would transform, become snake and caterpillar and bird. Cocoon, and molt, and shed. Everything that he had built up over 500 years. Layer after layer.

     Friend. Soldier. Son. Brother. Lover. Fae. High lord.

     All of them, all the way back, to what his becoming High Lord had revealed.

     He remained standing a moment more, then turned, and, without a word, lost amidst the crowd, disappeared into the night. And felt them leaving him. What a weight lifted. To stop pretending. To be anything else but a beast.

For @tamlinweek2023 Day 1: Beasts

[hellishrebukesystem]

10/05/24--POEM THREE

I have loved you enough to desire a metamorphosis within myself. I want my skin to melt into a chrysalis and my eyes to become strange again. My bones to turn to new bones, my lungs to breathe the air rawly and with rage. In the metamorphosis, there is heat, in the heat there is friction, in the friction there is smoke, in the smoke there is flame.

I will turn away from the love of my own mother--from the home of my father--I will turn to God and spit in his massive eye; one wound seeks another wound--and I will use my newfound wings to fly us through the wound of God's pupil--Heaven is in the eating of our betters; feast with me then. Feast upon the God brain and gain a higher consciousness.

We aren't meant to only be human--I think you must've known that for quite some time now--take my heart and turn it to nutritious pulp--feed yourself and bathe in the nearest river;

If I am an animal, then you are an angel, and if angels know nature through perfect knowledge, then you must know me, better than even God--better than I--better than the rule of man.

In the fires where we burn--in the chrysalis where we turn--there comes a cleansing, a purifying, a death beyond death--and though we become different and separate, we also become alpha, omega, kingdom and one.

Let's become new together. Let's bring in the age of certainty.

[fillyfool]

A kiss for Chryssie!

[ricky-toon]

Purified Chrysalis

Base by ElementBases

[azeez-unv]

𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗲𝗴𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗹𝘆: An Analogy of The Soul's Transformative Journey தமிழ்

The Human Soul's transformative journey beautifully parallels the stages of a butterfly’s life cycle. The key distinction lies in the human soul's potential for eternal growth, unlike the butterfly, which only completes its life cycle in a temporal sense.

Here’s how the analogy works, with the added distinction:

1.𝗘𝗴𝗴 (Beginning of Life):

The soul’s journey begins in the womb, much like the egg phase of a butterfly. This is a stage of potential and preparation, where the soul is given its foundation.

Just as the egg contains the promise of a future butterfly, the soul holds the potential for spiritual growth and fulfillment.

2.𝗟𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗮 (Feeding and Growth):

As the caterpillar feeds and grows, the human soul embarks on its earthly journey, where it feeds on experiences, knowledge, and relationships.

During this stage, the soul has the opportunity to develop, make choices, and learn. Like the caterpillar’s physical growth, the soul's spiritual and moral growth depends on the experiences and actions it engages with.

3.𝗣𝘂𝗽𝗮 (Transformation in Barzakh):

The pupa phase in the butterfly's journey represents the time of transformation, as it undergoes a complete metamorphosis inside its chrysalis.

Similarly, the grave (Barzakh) is a transitional phase for the human soul. It is a time of reflection and preparation for the soul's ultimate form, where it awaits resurrection.

If the soul has nurtured itself properly, this stage leads to a beautiful transformation. However, mistakes made during the previous stages (sins, neglect of growth, etc.) can distort this transformation, leaving the soul unprepared for the final stage.

4.𝗔𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗕𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗹𝘆 (Eternal Transformation):

The butterfly’s emergence symbolizes the ultimate culmination of its life cycle. Once transformed, it takes flight, ready to fulfill its purpose.

In the same way, when the soul reaches its "butterfly" stage — after death, resurrection, and judgment — it will either achieve eternal beauty and peace in the afterlife or face a distorted, struggling existence if it failed to properly develop.

The soul’s final form, like the butterfly, is eternal. Those who have successfully nurtured and purified their soul will experience everlasting bliss, while those who have made developmental mistakes (sins) will struggle in the process of transformation, potentially failing to reach their full potential.

This analogy emphasizes the spiritual responsibility individuals have in nurturing their souls during their earthly life, highlighting that while every soul has the potential to reach its "butterfly" stage, mistakes along the way can hinder or prevent this eternal transformation.

முட்டையிலிருந்து பட்டாம்பூச்சி வரை: ஆன்மாவின் மாற்றம்

மனித ஆன்மாவின் மாற்றம் பட்டாம்பூச்சியின் வாழ்க்கைச் சுழற்சியின் கட்டங்களை ஒத்திருக்கிறது. முக்கியமான வேறுபாடு, மனித ஆன்மாவின் நிரந்தர வளர்ச்சிக்கான திறனில் உள்ளது, பட்டாம்பூச்சி தனது வாழ்க்கைச் சுழற்சியை நேரம் குறித்த முறையில் மட்டுமே முடிக்கிறது.

இது எப்படி ஒப்புமையாக செயல்படுகிறது என்பதற்கான விளக்கம்:

1.முட்டை (வாழ்க்கையின் தொடக்கம்):

ஆன்மாவின் பயணம் கருவில் தொடங்குகிறது, இது பட்டாம்பூச்சியின் முட்டை கட்டத்தைப் போன்றது. இது ஒரு திறன் மற்றும் தயாரிப்பு நிலையாகும், இதில் ஆன்மாவிற்கு அதன் அடித்தளம் கொடுக்கப்படுகிறது. பட்டாம்பூச்சியின் முட்டை எதிர்கால பட்டாம்பூச்சியின் வாக்குறுதியை கொண்டிருப்பது போல, ஆன்மா ஆன்மீக வளர்ச்சி மற்றும் நிறைவேற்றத்திற்கான திறனை கொண்டுள்ளது.

2.பூச்சி (உணவு மற்றும் வளர்ச்சி):

பட்டாம்பூச்சி உணவு உண்டு வளர்வது போல, மனித ஆன்மா தனது பூமியிலுள்ள பயணத்தைத் தொடங்குகிறது, இது அனுபவங்கள், அறிவு மற்றும் உறவுகளை உணவாகக் கொண்டுள்ளது. இந்த கட்டத்தில், ஆன்மாவிற்கு வளர்ச்சி, தேர்வுகள் மற்றும் கற்றல் வாய்ப்புகள் கிடைக்கின்றன. பட்டாம்பூச்சியின் உடல் வளர்ச்சியைப் போல, ஆன்மாவின் ஆன்மீக மற்றும் நெறிமுறை வளர்ச்சி அது ஈடுபடும் அனுபவங்கள் மற்றும் செயல்களால் நிர்ணயிக்கப்படுகிறது.

3.பூப்பா (பர்சாக் மாற்றம்):

பட்டாம்பூச்சியின் பயணத்தில் பூப்பா கட்டம், அதன் க்ரிசலிஸில் முழுமையான மாற்றத்தை அடையும் நேரத்தை பிரதிநிதித்துவப்படுத்துகிறது. அதேபோல, கல்லறை (பர்சாக்) மனித ஆன்மாவிற்கான இடைநிலை கட்டமாகும். இது ஆன்மாவின் இறுதி வடிவத்திற்கான பிரதிபலிப்பு மற்றும் தயாரிப்பு நேரமாகும், இது உயிர்ப்புக்காக காத்திருக்கிறது. ஆன்மா தன்னை சரியாக வளர்த்திருந்தால், இந்த கட்டம் ஒரு அழகான மாற்றத்தை ஏற்படுத்தும். ஆனால் முந்தைய கட்டங்களில் (பாவங்கள், வளர்ச்சியின் புறக்கணிப்பு, முதலியன) செய்யப்பட்ட தவறுகள் இந்த மாற்றத்தை சிதைக்கலாம், ஆன்மாவை இறுதி கட்டத்திற்கு தயாராக இல்லாமல் விடலாம்.

4.முதிர்ந்த பட்டாம்பூச்சி (நிரந்தர மாற்றம்):

பட்டாம்பூச்சியின் தோற்றம் அதன் ��ாழ்க்கைச் சுழற்சியின் இறுதி நிறைவை குறிக்கிறது. மாற்றம் அடைந்த பிறகு, அது தனது நோக்கத்தை நிறைவேற்ற தயாராக பறக்கிறது. அதேபோல, ஆன்மா தனது “பட்டாம்பூச்சி” கட்டத்தை அடையும் போது — மரணம், உயிர்ப்பு மற்றும் தீர்ப்பு ஆகியவற்றின் பிறகு — அது நித்திய அழகு மற்றும் அமைதியை அடையவோ அல்லது சரியாக வளராதிருந்தால் சிரமமான, போராடும் நிலையை எதிர்கொள்ளவோ செய்யும். ஆன்மாவின் இறுதி வடிவம், பட்டாம்பூச்சியைப் போல, நிரந்தரமானது. தங்கள் ஆன்மாவை வெற்றிகரமாக வளர்த்த மற்றும் சுத்திகரித்தவர்கள் நிரந்தர ஆனந்தத்தை அனுபவிப்பார்கள், வளர்ச்சியில் தவறுகளை (பாவங்கள்) செய்தவர்கள் மாற்றத்தின் செயல்முறையில் சிரமப்படுவார்கள், முழுமையான திறனை அடைய முடியாமல் போகலாம்.

இந்த ஒப்புமை, மனிதர்கள் தங்கள் பூமியிலுள்ள வாழ்க்கையின் போது தங்கள் ஆன்மாவை வளர்க்கும் ஆன்மீக பொறுப்பை வலியுறுத்துகிறது, ஒவ்வொரு ஆன்மாவிற்கும் அதன் “பட்டாம்பூச்சி” கட்டத்தை அடைய திறன் இருப்பினும், வழியில் செய்யப்பட்ட தவறுகள் இந்த நிரந்தர மாற்றத்தை தடுக்கவோ அல்லது தாமதிக்கவோ செய்யலாம் என்பதைக் குறிப்பிடுகிறது.

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about magic

Viktor is now a mage, created through a blend of science and the arcane. With this comes the new 'natural' for him of 'breathing magic'.

For more information on magic and mages in the Runeterra setting, I refer to this reddit post because it's comprehensive and well presented.

Mana Breathing

Mages in Runeterra have the ability to hold magic within themselves, always at a base level, but increased and decreased through unconscious 'breathing'.

With training, mages can learn to increase their magical capacity as if taking a deeper breath in for higher level spells and incantations. Until his time in the arcane chrysalis, Viktor did not know he was a mage, nor did he know how to 'breathe in' magic.

It felt somewhat similar to his Miner's Disease, with an icy-hot sensation lingering in his chest. He'd assumed this was due to his illness, and never getting enough air.

Viktor's Magic Post-Chrysalis

Viktor's main affinity of magic is in the Celestial and Elemental realms, affecting the physics of the material world, as well as the flow of magic, itself.

Healing

Not only this, but he has access to the Arcane plane at all times, existing both in the corporeal realm and in the Arcane. This allows him to enter other people's arcane mindscapes, and change or open aspects of their consciousness. He can sift through shattered minds, reassembling them into something he deems 'Healed'. If the person has been hollowed by the Void, however, there is no longer any consciousness for him to reach. These bodies are without souls, and their mindscapes appear as vacuous abysses to him.

Viktor can heal someone without altering their mind, but he must make the conscious effort to do so, as his unconscious impulses from the Arcane fight to restructure what his internal biases see as 'imperfections'.

Augmenting

Viktor also has the ability to augment matter, be it living tissue or inanimate objects. Using these abilities, he can purify soil and water, mend broken items, and create new structures, given materials. He can manipulate someone's physical form to an extent, given the proper components are available to him. He can also turn back someone's aging, reforming them into someone in their physical prime. He does not engage in this very often, however, as he must expend a great deal of energy to do so. Most of the time, people are just Healed to their current physical prime.

Viktor cannot create something from nothing, he must have materials to augment into a new creation. Think equivalent exchange rules, but a little looser.

Chaos Storm

At its rawest level, his magic can also form the 'Chaos Storm', which is a singularity of magic so strong it draws in ambient magic around it, then expels the collected magic in an uncontrolled burst. This can render his enemies into dust, and he absorbs their energy into himself. While he has the capacity to do this, he has made the conscious choice not to as a pacifist.

Mana Siphon

Viktor's able to draw from mana wells, leylines, or other mages using this type of magic. Focusing on a target, he pulls their magic from it, drawing it into himself, instead. If used too liberally, he could suffer an overcharge.

[feslussila]

Last night ,I attended my own funeral.Cloaked in a jet-black suit, I drifted through the cemetery at the witching hour, the dark shroud of night embracing me.As if summoned by the weight of my journey,storm clouds gathered, ominous and foreboding.Lightening cracked and cut across the menacing sky as thunder let out a terrifying cry. As I approached the grave, a lone figure stood vigil, head bowed, hands clasped in mournful prayer. Raindrops, icy and deliberate, began their descent, mingling with the tears starting to trace a path down my cheek.

"Since you left," the solitary figure murmured, "I have not been the same, but your death was a necessary gain."

I moved closer, each step heavy with the gravity of recognition. The figure lifted his gaze, and I found myself staring into my own eyes—yet these were not my eyes. They belonged to a reborn self, a phoenix emerging from the ashes of my former existence.

"You were my chrysalis," he spoke, his voice a sonorous echo, "your demise, the crucible of my rebirth. It was your suffering that tempered my spirit, your doubts that honed my clarity."I nodded, understanding the profound truth in his words. "To forge this new existence, I had to surrender you, to bid farewell to the ghosts of my limitations. Your death heralded the dawn of my boundless potential."

The rain fell harder, a purifying torrent, washing away the vestiges of the past. Together, my new self and I turned from the grave, leaving behind the sepulcher of what once was. As we walked away, the storm began to abate, and the first light of a new dawn broke through the clouds, illuminating a path of infinite possibility.