#Spiral Guru

[thejujvtsupost]

Suguru Wants A Baby

F!reader holds a friend’s newborn baby, and it took exactly one moment for it to hit Geto. When he saw you holding your friend’s newborn, looking so natural and making silly faces to make the baby laugh, it clicked, he wants a baby with you. Your own little one to nurture and protect.

Notes: fem!reader, breeding kink, soft dom Geto, smut, vaginal sex, oral (f!receiving) and dirty talk. I’m serious this is literally just filthy - more under the cut.

Visiting with your friend who just had a baby boy was the highlight of your week. His little face and tiny feet had you cooing and making faces to keep him laughing.

Geto couldn’t look away from the scene, his pretty wife holding a cute baby so naturally- you didn’t think twice before getting him a bottle and burping him. You were happy to help your friend while her own husband was at work.

And when you were leaving, and you handed the baby back to your friend, your arms felt empty. You schooled your features before anyone could notice your utter disappointment and sadness.

Of course Geto noticed, which only made his thoughts run faster. If you want a baby, and he wants a baby… oh he was determined to give you a family on the spot.

He bided his time, as soon as you got home he would pounce. The car ride home was quiet but he didn’t interrupt your thoughts you were obviously deep into. He was patient, so patient despite his need for you, up until you started crying before you could take your shoes off.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” He held you to his chest and you buried your face against it. Shaking your head to deny any problem existing. “C’mon, let me in. I can’t help unless you tell me what happened.”

“‘Want a baby ‘guru, I’m sorry.” Your sniffles were breaking his heart, as if he’d ever want you to apologize for something like that.

He tilted your face up and kissed you, slowly at first until it gave way for his urgency. You had to push him back to breathe, “You okay? Not mad?”

Geto groaned and spoke against your lips, “I’ll give you as many babies as you want, right now. Say the word, please say the word. Tell me you want my babies- our babies.” He was spiraling, unwilling to get distracted by anything other than you.

“‘Need you- want your babies in me.” Your thighs had been clenching from the first urgent kiss for any semblance of relief.

He took his shirt off and threw it behind him. “Jump.”

And you did, your legs around his waist; his hands tearing your shirt over your head and tossed somewhere unknown. Your bra was practically ripped from your body, nothing was going to keep your body hidden from him.

You shrieked and broke your kiss when he tossed you on the bed, he didn’t waste time before getting the rest of your clothes off and diving between your legs like he would die if he waited any longer to taste you.

“Fuck this pussy is so good to me, gonna get you pregnant and keep you that way- cute and round, ‘won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.” You don’t know what came over him, but he was eating you out so good and adding his fingers to the mix, playing you like an instrument.

“C’mon need your cock, need you inside of me.” Hips unable to stop moving, your need for him only grew. You were more than wet enough, he typically pulled an orgasm out of you to make sure you wouldn’t feel pain from his considerable length and right now you hated him for it.

He pulled away from your folds and placed a hand on your stomach to hold you still. “Don’t rush me baby, my little pussy needs attention and I’m givin it to her. I’ll take care of you ‘n give you what you need.”

You moaned when he returned to sucking your clit and stroking you from the inside- it hit you so fast. Your orgasm caught you off guard and your legs snapped closed around your husband’s head. Your brain went fuzzy.

“That’s it sweetheart, so good f’me.” Geto took his time and let you come down nice and easy. There were few things he liked seeing more than your blissed out expression.

That’s not enough for him though, you were never left unsatisfied but you were in for a night of orgasm after orgasm. God he wanted to fuck his cum into you, breed you thoroughly until there was no possible way you weren’t pregnant. His pretty little wife round and swollen with their unborn baby- he couldn’t hold back.

Fully covering his body over yours to demand your attention, “How do you want it, how do you want me to breed you?” Your moan at his words was music to his ears.

“Need you deep” you pushed him off of you and flipped to your hands and knees, then arched your back and let your upper body rest on the mattress.

“Oh fuck…” your pink cunt dripping on display for him was too much for him to handle. Geto rushed to get the rest of his clothes off and lined up behind you and slid in.

As slowly as he could at first, he hadn’t stretched you out beforehand. But then you slammed your hips back onto him and- oh god he got so deep inside of you that you saw white. “Please- gimme everything daddy.” You looked back at him with glossy eyes and that was the last thread snapping. He drilled his cock into you with a pace that you didn’t know was achievable, you loved it.

“This what ya wanted baby? You need my cock in this little pussy of yours? Need bred like a good girl?” You wouldn’t be able to hear him over your own sounds if he wasn’t directly in your ear, his large frame dwarfing yours.

You could only nod with a high pitched keen that sounded like fuck me daddy. “Yeah ‘m gonna give ya every drop when this cunt milks me, gonna give ya baby after baby, keep ya pregnant for me. Just gotta stuff you full of my cum, knock you up.”

He’s losing himself in you, he pulls you up to your knees with his arm holding you up, his other hand holding your throat gently. The contrast between his thrusts and the care he put into his hand around your neck, only squeezing the side the tiniest bit to increase your pleasure; it had you fluttering around him.

“Pussy so tight f’me fuck feel me? Put your hand on your stomach, right over your womb m’bout to fill. Thats it, daddy’s so deep inside of you baby.” Pressing down over the bulge of his cock inside of you has you both getting loud in your shared pleasure.

It was over when he got his unoccupied hand down to your clit and rubbed it the way you liked, you tightened around him like a vice, your release squirted out around his cock and he spilled inside of you.

The few thrusts of overstimulation had you clenching tighter until a second mini orgasm followed.

‘S’good for me sweetheart, so good.” You’re not sure when or how it happened but you were laying on your side with your back against his chest, him still inside of you with his hand rubbing along your slightly bloated stomach. You let yourself be lulled into a nap from the post orgasm haze. Suguru sounded way too smug when he praised you.

Maybe you’d go again when you wake up- if you weren’t too sore that is…

Thinking about making a request? Check my bio to see if they’re open! <3

[mononijikayu]

hey lover! series

"did you hear?"

"huh? about what?"

"that actor ryomen sukuna!"

"what about him?"

"apparently he's dating his co-star!"

"what, really!?"

"yeah, but get this!"

"what?"

"we don't really know!"

GENRE: alternate universe - actors/celeb au

WARNING/S: not safe for work (nsfw), r-18 and above, singers au!, romance, fluff, minor angst, slow burn, humour, slice of life, will they won't they, light-hearted, flirting, playful, possessiveness, teasing, explicit content, possible, kissing, sexual content, innuendos, drama, feels, hurt/comfort, falling in love, love, happy ending, actor/singer! sukuna, actress/celeb! reader;

(a still from their romance upcoming film, winter)

ARE RYOMEN SUKUNA AND [Your Name] SECRETLY DATING? FANS ARE SPIRALLING AS THE TENSION CONTINUES TO BOIL!

By Akira Himasa, Writer for the Shibuya Scoop; Gossip Guru Extraordinaire;

Move over, celebrity couples of the year! The world has only one question on its mind: Are Sukuna and (Y/N) secretly dating?

Rumors have been swirling faster than a cursed energy storm, and fans are in a frenzy after the latest on-set shenanigans between the two enigmatic co-stars!

The notorious King of Curses, played by the enigmatic and charming Ryomen Sukuna, has always been known for his intense, bone-chilling stare and deadly aura.

But lately, sharp-eyed fans have noticed something peculiar: Sukuna seems to have a soft spot when it comes to actress (YN).

While the two have shared screen time in plenty of heated battles, the off-screen tension is what’s truly raising eyebrows.

Sources close to the set have reported seeing Sukuna offering you snacks between takes (Snacks! from the King of Curses!!) and making suspiciously heartfelt eye contact during rehearsals. And even enjoys private times in each other's trailer!!!

"You can cut the tension with a knife." said one insider, who claims they even saw the two laughing together. Laughing. Together. Are the sparks flying, or are they just that good at acting?

This week, both stars were spotted leaving a trendy Tokyo restaurant together. Sukuna, as usual, attempted to keep things mysterious by scowling (standard Sukuna protocol), while you looked effortlessly relaxed, sporting a mischievous grin that drove the internet WILD.

Fans on Twitter immediately exploded with theories.

“They’re totally dating! The way they look at each other can’t be just acting,” one fan tweeted. Another added, “I’m ready to ship it! Ryomen Sukuna x (Y/N) are THE couple of the century.”

But not everyone is buying it. Some skeptics claim it’s all a clever marketing ploy to build hype for the upcoming season.

"There's no way Sukuna would let anyone get that close," scoffed one source close to the actor's entourage. "He's Ryomen freaking Sukuna—romance isn't in his script!"

Meanwhile, fans worldwide are dissecting every interview, every behind-the-scenes video, and even Sukuna’s posture next to you during press events.

The alleged chemistry has reached fever pitch, with TikTok compilations of your most flirtatious moments going viral, and conspiracy theories flying about Sukuna’s infamous smirk during your most recent interview.

So, are they? Or aren’t they?

In a cryptic joint statement (because of course there’s a statement), Ryomen Sukuna and (L/N) (Y/N) had this to say: “We’re just very close.” (WINK WINK.)

Is this the biggest non-denial of the year? Or are we all being played like cursed puppets?

The world may never know. But one thing's for sure: Sukuna and [Your Name] are the hottest topic in town, and we can’t look away!

Stay tuned for more updates—because whether it’s love or just top-tier acting, we’re hooked!

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THE SOURCE SAYS..................

CHAPTER (1) — RUMOURS

CHAPTER (2) — THE FEELS

CHAPTER (3) — OMG

CHAPTER (4) — WE GO

CHAPTER (5) — HIS PRIMADONNA

CHAPTER (6) — TBA

CHAPTER (7) — TBA

CHAPTER (8) — TBA

[COMING SOON]

[unconventional-lawnchair]

The Boy I knew {Sneak Peak}

Barty Crouch Jr. x Reader

Cw; Y/N, obsessions, one sided love(Barty receiving), Barty being unhinged.}} Please tell me if I missed anything!

AN- this fanfic is now well over 10k and not nearly done, so I am just posting a lil sneak peak. I may of gone so over board based on an anon request

Wc-1628

{. 1972 - Barty’s Year 1 .}

Bartemius Crouch Junior couldn't have been older than eleven when he first met {Y/N} Walburga Black. A cool upperclassman, if only by a year.

Bartemius, at that ripe age, knew only a handful of things, and two of those was how badly he wanted to be seen and known. He wanted to be seen for who he was, and known for what he would do. Thats likely what drew him to you.

At only twelve, you and your brother had made a name for yourselves, in much different ways. Your brother was popular, for his quick tongue and clever quips, his innate ability to get under anyone's skin and stay there. Those traits could be forgiven, and they always were, for his big heart and intense moral compass.

You, however, were known for harboring a few very non Black traits, like your intense empathy and your crazed thirst for knowledge. Even as a Slytherin, your loyalty and curiosity rivaled the students around you tenfold. Your bravery knew no bounds, even with all the wrongs you had been done, you were forgiving and understanding. You were seen by everyone, you were known for everything.

As he got older, he wondered where that forgiveness went. You grew cold.

When he was innocent, when he had done no wrongs, you cradled him in your hands like he was a gift. You looked at him with eyes you shared with everyone, so much care and patience, so much understanding and kindness. So if those eyes were shared with the masses, he struggled, but was determined, to keep them focused on himself at any chance given.

It was obvious to anyone who saw the two interact. Barty wanted to be witnessed by you. The halls filled with the judgeful and teasing murmurs when he found you in the halls.

“There goes {Y/N}’s prodigy.”

“Barty is off to find his guru.”

“That boy will never learn.”

“How annoying.”

Barty had never been ashamed of his declarations for praise. He knew most of the voices were bitter with jealousy. He would be jealous too. You were both so young, and yet even some older students looked to you like you were twice your age, yet every Friday when the tests were returned, you sat in the courtyard and waited for him. Your personal underclassman.

You would meet in the yard and he would brandish his flawless marks, you would praise his abilities in absolute pride. He had never had someone prideful of him before. Everyone knew him to be a mother’s boy, but he would challenge any of those claims. He was a {Y/N}’s boy, he'd tell them, no shame as students snickered and made their fun of him. He was never afraid of how much he liked you. How much he admired and respected you.

He would turn from the RavenClaw table and look to you after his announcements everytime, you would be eating with Lily Evans and the other girls of her group, but your eyes would be on him. You would give him a soft smile that drove him mad. He would return it with his own, the smile he would save for you. Just you.

He could even ignore your shameful company.

When he was only eleven and you were twelve, everything was perfect for him. You focused your attention on studies, your friends, and of course, Barty. That's how it stayed for years.

He would reminisce in his cell, running his dulled nail along the jagged stone walls, carving intents of every minute that passed. Remembering all of the things he regretted most in his life. Losing your trust was where his spiral began. He was a foolish kid.

{. 1974 Barty’s Year 3 .}

“It's getting embarrassing.”

Barty was eating lunch with one of the many friends he had made during his years at Hogwarts, Evan Rosier. He was once again bringing the conversation back to you, as he had been for the past few days.

“You trail after her like a loyal dog. Has she even given you a hint that she may return your feelings?”

“What feelings?”

Evan and you did not get along. You never had. When he first found himself growing closer to him, you voiced your distaste for Evan the very next day. Barty always trusted your judgment, he obeyed you without much of a fight in most cases. This was not one of those cases.

He figured you to be biased, your brother thought him to be a Death Eater and you despised them. Something he could never understand, you were a pureblood, you were a powerful witch, and you would never have to worry about falling for a half blood or muggleborn, or Merlin forbid, a muggle. You were smarter than that. He always figured. You wouldn't taint your legacy.

Not like your useless brother, who he could see even now, describing his entanglements with witches and wizards of any kind, to the other Marauders.

As the years went on, you and Barty’s meetings became scarcer and scarcer, they went from Fridays to every second Friday, finally, you now only met every last Friday of the month. Still, Barty clung to you with a desperation he never would give anyone else.

Recently, you had gotten into a fight. One where you expressed your worry for what could possibly happen to him if he got involved with the wrong crowd. Barty, admittedly, didn't respond in kind. He was furious with you. You questioned his company but pushed away from him, you questioned his morals and his standing on the war. He told you there was no war to him, there was no fight.

At the end of the day, he would be standing by you.

The answer seemed to distress you further. It turned into a match of shouts and desperate pleas of compliance. It caused a scene, people watched as you defended your standing on your side of the war, this fight you were having with yourself he assumed. There was no war. This was a power struggle, so power would be returned to its rightful place.

Evan’s scoff snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked up from his plate to his eyes.

“Barty, half the school knows you've been in love with her since you met her.” He hissed and Barty frowned. Would he call it love? He didn't think about it long before he had his answer. Love wasn't something he looked for, but he found it constantly. From the love he shared with Pandora, to the love he shared with Regulus, even the love he was nurturing with the brutish Evan.

No love in his body burned hotter then his love for you.

He never thought about it because he never had to. Why would he? He knew you would always choose him. He knew what you two shared was never anything that could be challenged. He was your underclassmen. He was your prodigy. He didn't care for much, as long as he was yours.

Evan snapped his fingers in his face and drew his attention back to him. He gave a slick smirk and wet his lips. “Come on, Barty, she's just a girl. You're wasting talent. Talent that could be used for someone who actually appreciates you.”

“She does appreciate me.” Barty challenged immediately, before Evan smirked and gestured to the Gryffindor table. “Does she?”

Barty turned just in time to see you, he never had to stare at a crowd too long to find you.

You were sitting with your brother and his friends, side by side with Remus, sitting far too close for comfort. He was whispering something in your ear, making you giggle. Turning to look at him with the truest smile he's ever seen you make. Flashing your beautifully uneven teeth, your cheeks dimpling and eyes seeming to sparkle. Your eyes met Lupin’s and he took in your expression like he could die in that moment.

Barty had never seen you smile like that before. He had never seen you look that way before. You had never looked at him like that before.

He hadn't even noticed as he began to bend the fork in his hand, fist tightening as he watched as Remus lean in and stole a kiss against your cheek. You gave a bigger laugh at this. Moving in to kiss his lips carefully.

The wonderful moment you were having was interrupted when a loud snap sounded threw the cafeteria. Your eyes snapped over to the RavenClaw table, as did a lot of your peers. Barty had snapped a fork in half with his thumb alone. Before a professor could scold him, he got up from his seat and stomped out of the grand hall, and your eyes followed them.

You muttered a quick apology to Remus and he nodded in understanding as you scrambled to your feet to follow after him.

He wished he could take every word he called you in that hall back now. He wished he had been smart enough to know that loving you with you in his life would of been far less torture then loving a girl who hated your guts.

“You blood traitor!”

“This! This is what I meant, Bartemius! My Barty would never-”

“You don't have a clue about me you insolent heartbreaker! What of us, Black?”

“Us? What Us, Barty?”

That night he realized that no matter how genuine his love was for you, how deeply it ran, those times spent alone meant far more to him then it ever meant to you. You did stuff like that for everyone.

He wasn't entitled to your love. Running his nail down until it was blunted against the wall. Azkaban could no longer do more harm then it already had.

[cocainever]

I want to get back into ortho after having a bed spiral and eating a bunch of crappy foods. Do you have any tips? Thx :)))

hi anon!! ❤️❤️ thank you for the ask :)

So first you would probably want to ask yourself why you were binging on “bad” foods. Did you miss the flavor? Stress? Feeling out of control?

You should definitely recognize those feelings so that you don’t get in this rut again!

now.. that has definitely happened to me before and truly it’s all about commitment. You can change TODAY! RIGHT NOW!!

Start including Whole Foods instead of junk foods. White bread? No, whole wheat bread. (And don’t use that keto shit!) Candy? How about you have a big bowl of grapes and berries.

Try to incorporate cooking, or premade meals if you have time. This makes it so we can just reach in the fridge and grab the meal instead of grabbing junk food that leaves us more hungry!

Don’t have an all or nothing mindset. Okay, sure, you ate that candy. Just have some water to make the insulin rush calm down.

Dont be ashamed!!! Don’t stress the process and don’t let it consume every thought. Trust me. You’ll just miss the bad foods and that’s not what we want.

Treat this like you’re on a spa retreat!! Honestly sounds cringy but roleplaying like you’re a guru or an influencer just makes it motivating and even posting how your day is going helps keep you on track. I mean, look at my wieiads’…sometimes I have my ups and downs, but notice how I don’t go insane?! Stay safe anon!! And good luck to you :) I hope my advice could help

[carrot-felisidad]

Ego Death with the help of this anime: An essay

Natsume Yuujinchou is a grounding anime and can help us achieve ego death. How? It makes us experience the true lives and ways of people who are powerful but never letting their ego come over their daily lives, to the point that us viewers forget about ego altogether.

In shounen, we are always presented with characters who are or will be powerful, and their entire story revolves around their abilities. There is also a group of side-commenters who narrate their greatness. Even when they are pure hearted, the story surrounds the power system, making us think, "cool power, cool personality, I wanna be like them," or " I like this character because they're powerful and their personality stands out." Such thoughts focus on ego. Not to generalize all, but some heavy fans of shounen do end up having ego problems like hidden-god complex or superiority complex.

Here comes Natsume. Like most Slice of Life protagonists, his line of thoughts are wholesome, and so are the people around him (the present timeline). Since his thoughts focus on kindness, empathy, compassion, and forgiveness, we forget that he is actually powerful, and is the heir of a forbidden name-binding book. We do not focus on who he is, we do not focus on his powers, we do not focus on what people think about him. We focus on the story of his cases and sometimes cry about them. Instead of 'wishing to have his cool powers and cool personality' or revering him for it, we wish to see his happiness and the happiness of the ayakashis he helps. We forget wanting this and that, we forget about the concept of "I".

They say it is impossible to completely lose your ego, but there are a few who ironically brags losing their ego.

I read a book of an apparent "Spiritual Guru", and more than half of the book only talks about himself, and how great his findings are, and how he invented the concept of the 8th chakra etc etc. His spiritual journey was in Shounen Protagonist perspective, adventuring to find out cool powers and gaining cool personalities that made him meet these people who always tell him how cool he is. His methods are questionable. And oh, he has expensive online classes to create exclusivity.

Well, most modern 'Spiritual Books' are like this, and I've seen people who start their spiritual journeys with these books spiral down more, and gain more massive ego.

Ego Death was almost impossible when you deliberately search for it 😭😭😭 First of all, living in a society full of ego, we literally have no idea how it feels like.

And then I returned to my childhood anime out of nowhere, and understood it in context. Instead of focusing on labels, (like division of groups, sects, powers, ranking, emblems, etc.) it focuses on purpose. Instead of focusing on self-identity, it focuses on compassion. It treats those labels as a side-note rather than a serious world-building. You don't have to wish to be a hokage or a hero to help the many. You don't have to be on Top to offer a helping hand. The simple daily formula of living life with nature and friends and help those in need if (and only if) you can is a simple path to Ego Death.

To accept simplicity and humility. To accept peaceful isolation. To accept a world of no praises. To accept that you can live a life without labeling anything. To accept that you can exist in this realm without a source of pride.

Only in the simple world of Natsume Yuujinchou did I get the idea of living without a tinge of ego.

[universallydestinytaco]

NAME A BITCH BADDER THAN PIM PIMLING ✨💋👑❤️‍🔥💫👠 (AU Sneak Peek!)

I figured that I’d quit being so stingy and give you all a taste of one of the next fanfics I’ve been cooking up! ✨

Drag Queen!Pim aka Serenity Amalthea just-so happens to be one of the most popular and beloved creators online, alongside his fellow creators Let’s Player!Charlie (who has NO idea Pim is Serenity), Movie Critic!Alan, Indie Animator!Glep (plus his gorgeous wife, VA!Marge), his UFO buddies and his content house roommates Beauty Guru!Zoey and Let’s Player/Cosplayer!Jennifer.

Things take a turn for the messy one night when Pim (as Serenity) is hired to perform at his sister Amy’s wedding, taking place at a luxurious hotel. Amy eventually finds out her favorite influencer is her twerpy baby brother who SOMEHOW got way more popular than she has and angrily confronts him over it. Pim, during a nervous breakdown, has too many drinks and makes a newsworthy spectacle out of himself to the point where the cops (+ the paparazzi) find him swinging on a chandelier and causing a laugh riot amongst guests. Naturally the event becomes a meme (“The Drag Queen Who Went Rogue”) and Charlie ruthlessly mocks the event on his stream….this unfortunately fuels a flame war between their respective fanbases to the point where the two creators start getting harassed on a daily basis, Not helping matters is Zoey just started dating Charlie and she finds half of her fan base begging her to dump him already (plus Pim is super jealous because he harbors a crush on peep man).

Amy uses this as an opportunity to blackmail Pim into revealing his identity as Serenity unless she gets to join his content house, where she stirs up drama between everyone (and then some), by spreading enough vicious rumors to start a tabloid site! One of which torpedoes Charlie’s reputation and causes almost everyone, including Zoey, to be alienated from him to which Pim/Serenity’s fans have a field day.

Naturally Pim is feeling super vulnerable with all the never ending drama AND feeling a little guilty/selfish being closer to a Charlie than ever before during the latter’s downward spiral, so he gets advice from a beloved motivational lifestyle influencer who goes by Brittany (totally not a demon here!…?), who gives Pim the courage to take control and stand up for himself…as well as some freaky new powers like telekinesis, mind reading, flight and an insatiable taste for dishing out some ice-cold justice/revenge for the man he loves.

Buckle up, you basic bitches, there’s a new sheriff in town! 👑 All hail Serenity Amalthea. ✨

[subliminalbo]

Minds of Romero #3: The Goddess' Army

Goddesses (4.8 stars) is a small gym located a few blocks from College Ave, the main road that runs through Carpenter State University. It sits in a small plaza wedged between a Domino’s Pizza (2.3 stars) and one of the last EB Games (3.9 stars) in the United States. Despite its modest exterior, Goddesses is popular with both Carpenter State students seeking to drop their freshman fifteen and bored Stoker trophy wives trying to stay fit for their wealthy husbands. Goddesses was founded by Liza Mars (pictured left) and Felicity Cooke (pictured middle), Carpenter State alumni and former college roommates who shared a vision of an all-female fitness center where healthy goals and body positivity are the priority. Word of mouth was good to Goddesses in the early days, but even as business was booming, a relationship between old friends was starting to turn.

Liza From the beginning, Liza was the face of Goddesses. Fun, charismatic, and wildly outgoing, Liza was a popular face on the floor and a force in recruiting new members. The division of labor was simple: Felicity maintained the business while Liza built the brand. But as her own social media presence took off, Liza grew bigger than Goddesses. She was something of an influencer now. More than an athletic trainer—she rebranded herself as a fitness guru.

Liza left Felicity to run the business while she traveled on the company’s dime. It started when she confessed her curiosity in holistic medicine and spiritual remedies to a gym member. Susan Lucas didn’t fit the profile of their average member—the mid-fifties mother of two was an accomplished publisher working for Carpenter State press with little free time on her hands—but she was just the right person to feed Liza’s growing curiosity. Susan confessed to her that she was overseeing an overhaul of Carpenter State’s intranet, building a comprehensive catalog of all literature, textbooks, film, and research in the CSU library.

“You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve read,” Susan laughed between reps at the weight bench.

“Watch yourself,” Liza said as she spotted above Susan. She was in a minor state of disbelief how much this fifty year-old woman could bench. “God,” she added. “I’d love to take a look at some of that research.”

“Oh, you can!” Susan said between breaths. “The Carpenter State Digital Library Initiative is a public resource. All you need is to access a computer on campus. Of course, it’s the content on the private server that’s really interesting.” “Private server?” “Sensitive research that our friends in the office of university compliance have deemed unsuitable for public eyes. You need clearance to access that stuff.”

“Like a…need to know kind of thing?” Consider Liza hooked.

What seemed like a simple favor from a thankful member spiraled beyond anything anybody could have imagined. Over the next several weeks, Liza began researching at the Carpenter State University Library. A couple of odd hours here and there became tireless nights sitting in front of an outmoded computer sifting through old research, newspaper clippings, even student theses. With the help of Susan’s password, she was able to go deeper into the secure server of the intranet, consuming information that few had ever seen before.

Her sudden departure took everyone by surprise, not the least of which was her partner, Felicity, who was growing tired of her best friend’s absence. But Liza insisted that she’d stumbled onto something big. Bigger than herself, bigger than Felicity, bigger than even Goddesses.

“This is old world stuff, Fel,” she said. “Bringing it back here will change everything.” “I don’t even know what that means!” Felicity protested.

But Liza wouldn’t take no for an answer. The next day she booked a flight to Krasnoyarsk Krai.

Felicity Felicity was at her wits end when Liza announced her trip to Russia. “Old world stuff” sounded an awful lot like, “a chance to pose in front of an old ass building for my Instagram fans.”

No. Felicity knew that she had to stamp those thoughts out. When this thing became public, when people learned of the rift between her and her old friend, Liza’s fans would immediately accuse jealously torpedoing their business. And sure, she definitely was a little jealous. But Felicity refused to let herself feel anything other than professional concern.

At first her suspicions felt justified as Liza posed across Europe on Instagram to a chorus of “slay queens” in the comments. But as the weeks dragged on, Liza’s feed dropped off. It wasn’t that she’d stopped posting on her social media pages, Felicity couldn’t even get Liza on the phone. When she failed to show up for an important conference call with a Romero investor, it was the final straw. Felicity began her plans to arrest full control of the business from Liza as soon as she returned. She hired lawyers, drafted a new business strategy, even hired a locksmith to change the locks on the gym.

But before Felicity could set her plan into motion, she arrived to the gym one morning to find Liza waiting for her in the office. Staring at her old friend, Felicity realized that she couldn’t go around Liza’s back. She had to tell it to her straight. But Liza wasn’t interested in anything Felicity had to say.

“I understand,” she said. “But Fel, trust me, you need to see this.” “I don’t care about your old world bullshit, Liza!” Felicity protested. “Ever since you hooked up with that crazy Susan bitch you’ve left me holding the bag.” “But it’s all for something bigger, babe.” Liza said. “Fuck you, Liza!” Felicity cried. “This was our dream. Our dream. And you’re going to throw it all away for a few thousand likes?”

Liza shook her head. “It’s not about the likes. Please, just listen.”

Reaching into her bag, Liza pulled out a small glass case, a cube no bigger than a jewelry box. She placed it flat on Felicity’s desk.

Felicity really didn’t have time for her holistic bullshit. She was prepared to escort Liza out, to call the locksmith in early, but a glimmer in the glass case caught her eye.

“Do you see?” Liza asked. Her eyes seemed to sparkle in tandem with the glass. “What is it?” Felicity asked, her anger seeping out of her body as if drained by the object sitting in front of her.

It took her a moment to even register that there was something encased in the glass. The way the light caught the stone’s sharp angles, bouncing off in all directions, created an optical illusion that made it appear to glow with all the colors of the rainbow. As she looked closer, concentrating on its eerie glow, Felicity felt like it was more than an illusion. That the colors were pulsating. A soft and steady rhythm, a heartbeat. The stone was alive.

“What I’ve been searching for,” Liza smiled. “A shard from the Tunguska meteorite.”

“A meteorite,” Felicity repeated. Her initial response was more anger—that Liza would jeopardize everything they’d built in Romero for a piece of space rock. But those feelings were swallowed up by the stone the moment she felt them, leaving her words hanging in empty space.

“So much more,” Liza sighed. She stepped forward and popped the top of the small case, taking the shard between her thumb and forefinger. She offered it to her friend. Moving on instinct now, Felicity took the cool stone in her hand.

Not just cool. The smooth, black stone was every sensation that Felicity could imagine. Cool, hot, wet, dry, funny, sad, arousing. She was overwhelmed by its power, losing herself in its touch. The thoughts in her head were shifting, words mutating beyond a language she understood. Something ancient, something somehow older than time.

Standing there in her office, studying this stone resting in the palm of her hand, Felicity came to understand why Liza had grown so consumed by chasing the stone. Liza stepped forward, placing her hand on Felicity’s shoulder. When she spoke again, her words took the form of the same, indecipherable language. Felicity understood every word.

“The end is near, Felicity.” She said. “The Goddess demands an army for the coming war.”

Felicity blinked, her eyes shining bright now, cool and reflective under the dim neon of her office lights. She spoke too in the strange language now. “Yes, Liza. I accept my place in Her army. I will be a soldier to the end.”

“We will build Her army here,” Liza said. “Yes,” Felicity replied. “We have the numbers. We shall build Her army in Her image.”

And that was how Felicity, who had once been Liza’s biggest critic, became her first convert.

Corrine Corrine (pictured right) was among Goddesses’ first members and in the years since its opening it had become a home away from home, a place to clear her head after a long day working at the dance studio. The women there became family. Though she felt dumb admitting it, the hardest part of her pregnancy was the time away from them. Though she stayed in contact with her gym girlfriends at first, her body image began to dip around the second trimester and she simply couldn’t be around them anymore. Not until the baby was here.

Still, she watched from a distance as her friends posted exciting updates from Goddesses. They were more vocal than ever about fitspiration, adopting new language, calling themselves “soldiers” and “warriors.” Corrine assumed that it was a new fitness movement, and she was disappointed to be left out of it. She feared how much a gym could change in a few months.

Those six months crawled by so slowly, but when it was all over, she was ready and eager to return to Goddesses. It wasn’t simply that she wanted to work off her pregnancy weight, she just wanted to see her old friends again. Goddesses itself hadn’t changed much in the months since she’d been a regular, but the culture was a complete shock. Liza and Felicity, for example, were more hands on than they’d been before she left. In the past they occasionally wandered the gym making small talk with members, but rarely took an active role in training. Now Liza was teaching a course in self-defense, odd close quarters contact techniques that she claimed to have been developed in the old world. Meanwhile, Felicity led classes of Mantra Cycling. Long, exhausting hours of peddling and repeating the phrases flashing on the television screen in front of the cyclers.

“I am a warrior. My body is an instrument of the goddess. It is my duty to perfect it.”

At first, Corrine laughed at the odd changes. She stuck to herself, stepping into the gym each afternoon, moving passed the Mantra Cycling classroom and the newly installed dojo to an empty row of exercise bikes, choosing her favorite workout tunes over that awful, droning ambiance that had replaced the typically upbeat music over the PA.

“I’m just not feeling it anymore,” Corrine said to her friend Stacy one afternoon in the locker room. “What do you mean?” Stacy asked. “I mean like…I’m already stretched thin with the baby and I could use the extra money…” “You mean you’re going to cancel your membership?” Stacy crossed her arms and flipped her hair in a dramatic gesture of disbelief.

“It’s just that so much has changed, Stacy,” Corrine continued. “I feel like everyone’s left me behind.”

“You’re not even trying Corrine,” Stacy protested. “You haven’t even sat in on a session of Mantra Cycling.” “That’s it, Stacy. That’s my point. This whole place went from the coolest fitness center in Romero to a cult in like six months. I’m worried about you. I’m worried about everyone.”

Stacy blinked, her face suddenly blank. Conditioned to defend her goddess from all threats, she couldn’t let Corrine leave this locker room.

“What are you doing?” Corrine demanded as Stacy pulled her into a headlock, pressing her body against the cold metal of the locker. She tried to fight back, tried to jam herself free from Stacy’s arms but her friend had bulked up since the last time they worked out together.

“Don’t fight me, Corrine,” Stacy said calmly. “I’m taking you to Felicity’s office. That is where you’ll see.”

The next day, Corrine returned to goddesses with a new perspective. She entered the glass doors separating the classroom from the rest of the gym and took her seat on an exercise bike, eager for her first day of Mantra Cycling. Her first day as a soldier for the Goddess.

Corrine is just one of many Romero women who have been corrupted by Goddesses. Though membership has plummeted in recent months, Liza and Felicity are motivated by a force far greater than money. Slowly they build their army, preparing for a war foretold by voices beyond time.

[go-go-gadget-autism]

hello autistic friend do u have any coalecroux songs. for my collection.

i’m going to do mini lyrical analysises for these so buckle up 🧍‍♂️

i could see Mr. Loverman by Ricky Montgomery working for that, it sort of embodies how they’re both too afraid to admit their feelings. Talking about alcohol in the beginning could possibly imply using substances to cope because you know OUAW. Maybe the “the ways in which you talk to me have me wishin i were gone” could embody kremy and how he honestly probably feels bad for dragging gideon (and his other friends ofc, but this ain’t about them) into this mess with Guru. Kremy is normally a very put together person, and i honestly see him being demiromantic, which would make sense since him and Gid have been friends for years, so these feelings, this pining, could send him into a confused swirl and spiral.

also, The Red Means I Love You. i know it’s about Toga from MHA, but Gideon is used as the main brawn of the group, and essentially does anything he’s told by kremy. he’s killed numerous people for his best friend and their safety, and it can be a maybe twisted way to show his dedication and loyalty to him.

this is a curveball, but Heart Attack by Demi Lovato. again, it shows the sort of confusion and denial put in place by both of them, especially Kremy “Mister Repression” Lecroux about falling in love and having these feelings.

that’s all i have 🧍‍♂️ sorry if these are bad i normally only listen to metal so i have no clue what is good music thank you for the ask though i love lyrical analysises

[kachimera]

🌻 >:3c

Ok ok so, I've had this thought for a while on the tv tropes page for Magus and how it said that he got away w his shit way too easily. And while yea one can partially agree (if you're from 600 ad Guardia lmao), most ppl don't realize how his time as the prophet must've been the Torment Nexus.

After decades of plotting his revenge (and having it conveniently sabotaged) he gets thrown back into the exact period where his life went to shit. He's still extremely focused on his goal and so he decides to fight lavos as he appears in this time period, but that means letting the ocean palace be built and put Zeal at risk, instead of using his skill and knowledge to stop the Queen's madness.

And not only that, he ends up making things worse for the few ppl that were kind to him in his past life (and himself, lol) by imprisoning the Gurus, and placing extra pressure on the already exhausted Schala (as in, now that the gurus are gone she's the only one that can run the mammon machine, etc)

But none of this matters since he's gonna kill the damm tick (and as a bonus, Zeal and his sister will be alright) right?

Except he fails. Not only gets KO'd by Lavos and has to see history repeat itself, but it drains him of his magic, the power he's despised and embraced ( long story methinks he has a very complicated relationship w his own magic), and then he has to see Schala, his dear sister who's he's been a jerk with, save him at her own expense. He had his single "second chance" to make things right and he lost it forever.

All im saying is that there is a reason Magus tries to pick a fight with the chrono gang while he's weakened, when he knows they can defeat him at full strength :)

(And this is also why the route of sparing him w Glenn makes me chew on wires. Tfw u see your enemy you've sworn to kill at his absolute lowest bc of his own revenge spiral and decide to spare him bc what's the point :) )

*And i could go on about the dream devourer ending and chrono cross (including the new extra ending). Ah yes fates worse than death and self inflicted amnesia haha

[celticcrossanon]

Hi Celta, I've been trying to send you an article from The Telegraph about PR advice for Meghan Markle to rehabilitate her image, for two days now, but keep failing. It keeps saying error something on the link even though it's an archive link. Maybe it's my computer latest Windows update problem, I'm not sure.

Anyway, I finally copy/pasted the whole thing to my Tumblr page. I want to give you the link to that page so that you can read it there. the link is here: https://www.tumblr.com/aranpandora/748910778516750336/be-less-american-an-experts-guide-to-fixing?source=share

This is not to promote my Tumblr page, I just want to share this article because I find it interesting. I hope, whenever you can't sleep, you read it, it's a long one.

I miss @honeytothebee, she used to have very good analysis/opinion on things like this. Thank God @anonymousretired is still active; I always enjoy reading her opinion piece.

My short opinion on these PR advice, I don't think they would work, because all these PR gurus forget one very fundamental point: As long as Markle is still viewed as enemy of the very popular future king & queen (W&C), people will never forget what she has done. Just look at Charles, even after Diana is dead all these years, he never soar in popularity (something he so desperately want!) because people don't forget what he did (even if they tolerate him now that he is king). Just my opinion, of course.

Hi AranPandora,

Oh no! I have no idea why the link is not going through. I have reblogged it below this post so people can read it if they were interested.

I would add @anonymoushouseplantfan to the list of people I miss when it comes to analysing articles. I enjoyed reading her analyses.

I agree that those kind of articles tend to miss the deep-rooted reasons for Meghan's unpopularity. Another thing they never take into consideration is this mess is of her own making. She has, by all accounts, had very good PR advice; she simply refuses to follow it. As long as that jeeps happening her reputation will never be rehabilitated and can only spiral downwards, even if the causes of said unpopularity can somehow be addressed, which I doubt. She bullied two beloved members of the BRF as they were dying and another much loved family of the BRF (The Walses) - people are going to remember that for a very long time).

[maymayandthehog]

Hey Mabes, May-May, Mabelton the Magnification of Marvelous M'advice,

How can I, a totally dude-tacular broski of the cooliest kind, tell my boss that I think it is WACK and UNCOOL of him to tell me that I can't wear backwards baseball caps to the office anymore??

How ELSE can I express myself after the skateboards were banned in this oppressive corporate enviroment?! HELP!!!

From your loyal listener,

The-80s-Never-Died-Chaz Chazington

Chaz Chazington, I like your style! And I'm sorry to hear that Executive Stick-in-the-Mud is throwing the book at you and your hot, retro fit! That's totally bogus, broseph!

While I can't magically imbue your boss with good taste, or replace him with a fashion savvy, shuttershade sportin' doppelganger, I CAN offer you a list of workplace friendly flares that'll take you out of the corporate doghouse and land you right on the catwalk!

Here are 2024's top three looks to rock in the office, according to your favorite fashion guru! Me! Mabel!

1. PATTERNS, PATTERNS, PATTERNS.

Have you ever looked at a bowling alley carpet and thought, "Wow! I want that on my body"!? If you have, you're in luck! Heavily patterned clothes are BACK IN STYLE! The more neon spirals, triangles, and tiger stripes you can cram onto your 'fit, the more you win at fashion! After all, we're trying to put the PRIZE in free enter-prise!

2. HEELYS.

The long, exhausting trek from one end of an office campus to the other has been a problem that’s plagued humanity since the dawn of commerce! Luckily, decades of research have finally provided us with a solution: The Heely! More discrete than a skateboard, this cutting edge piece technology combines fashion with utility! Just pop the wheel in, drop your heel, and away you roll to better and brighter fashion futures.

3. Shoulder pads for DAYYYYYS.

What's hotter than hot, cooler than cool, and tells your boss their yellow bellied hide ain't the one in charge no more, capiche? It's shoulder pads, of course! Shoulder pads are to humans are what neck frills are to those weird little lizards. They make you look bigger, more intimidating, and if you puff up your chest and hiss like a lizard, they demonstrate the sort of “all in” attitude corporate big wigs are looking for in their junior executives!

Now that you’ve had your mind blown with these tubular tips, get out there and show the business world that us youngsters aren’t afraid to rob the graves of past fashion trends if it makes us look radical!

[shamanfox]

You are

––> Here <––

a breath between cinder souls,

a comic wave’s elusive roll,

breastfeeding binary dreams,

love anchors to real-it-iv-ity streams,

fashioning a ship from fractured schemes,

playing god to word guru’s beams,

gluing daydreams only to shatter,

seductive lunacy, the maddening matter.

A Killer Whale in an ocean of one,

a silly child with tendrils spun,

spiraling thoughts in cascades of light,

embracing ebony, pure as night.

Skip rocks, fall in love with what slips away,

hold her hand in retrograde sway.

Weave alkaline lies, honest and true,

bleeding poetry from buffets of you.

Every story now, a heroine’s grace,

clasped in sonnets, humility’s face,

spatting in babylon, lost in its place.

Laugh at folly, she cuts your hair,

as you crawl through life, in tedious wear.

Today is today to rise in oblivion,

straighten your spine, holding the sky.

Don’t speak of love as logical lies,

don’t pretend you don’t know why.

Wear silence like leather, lace it tight,

fill creation with stoic might,

energetic waves coagulate still,

until your skin trembles with hunger’s thrill,

salted by sea foam, love on your shores.

You are still

––> Here <––

and forever more.

[likealittleheartbeat]

Welcome. Collected a lot of my original writing below for those interested. The longest meta is 12 pages on a word doc. The shortest is two sentences. Most are 3-5 paragraphs. Fics are also here. Enjoy.

ATLA Meta

Zuko & Aang The Queer Platonic Love of Aang & Zuko (the longest meta I've written)

Aang's Traumatic Processing

What Do Aang and Zuko 'Understand' w/ the Firebending Masters?

The Theme of Emotional Isolation

On Fandom's Resistance to Zukaang

'A New Drive:' Desire vs. Connection and Zuko's Inner Fire

Touch: Zuko and Aang Don't Construct Intricate Rituals

Aang, Self-Hatred, & The Blue Light of Compassion

Jeong-Jeong's Wisdom: The Pain of Fire

The Negative Capability of the Blue Spirit

Contextualizing Ozai's 'Abuse'

Zuko's Interest in Spiritual Practices

The Avatar and the Firelord: Reincarnation for Zuko & Aang

Are the Firebending Masters Heart-Shaped and Why Does It Matter?

Aang Ran Away (A Response to NATLA)

Why Zukaang?

Post-Colonial Feminisms The Impact of Yue's Sacrifice on Katara

The Girl in the Iceberg: Katara's Winning Move w/ Azula

Ophelia and Katara: Women of Waters

The Implications of an Unconsensual Kiss in Emerald Island Players

Katara as an Indigenous Female Storyteller

Kyoshi and Pacifism

Resisting Romanticism in ATLA

ATLA Resists the Pocahontas Complex, but You Don't Have To

Symbolizing Colonial Rape in ATLA

ATLA Actually IS About the Ships

Context: History & Fiction Sokka & Wan Shi Tong: The Limits of 'The Archive'

Aang's Coming-of-Age: On Rites and Community

Atomic Bombs in ATLA: The Avatar State & Sozin's Comet

Aang's Not the Fictional Orphan We're Used To

Do These Characters Need Therapy?

ATLA's Trope Subversion

A Quick Note: On Bryke and Privileged Creators

Skin & Race in ATLA

An Indigenous Deus Ex Machina

Japan, Monarchies, and Resistance to Euro-American Imperialism

Zero Relationships Are Made Stronger Through Conflict in ATLA

A Follow-up to 'Zero Relationships': Reciprocal Relationships in Times of Oppression

ATLA's references to animated works on Imperialism

The Iceberg as a Novel Visual Icon of Survival

Visual vs. Oral Cultures in the Water Tribes

How Guru Pathik's Voice Actor, Brian George Embodies the Themes of ATLA

Aang as Hamlet

A Theory on Why the Series Ends in Ba Sing Se

The Tragedies of Jet and Hama

Aang & Katara Subverting Romeo & Juliet

Buddhisms and Spiritualities in ATLA On Defending Aang's Character

Death in ATLA

Avatar Alone: On Solitude in ATLA

The Block of Ice and the Crystal Palace

Breath, Air, and Abrahamic Connections in ATLA

The Gaang, Not A Found Family, But a Sangha

ENERGY BENDING

Queer Readings The Masculine Shift in Gay Coding

Queer Rep vs. Queer Themes

Alternatives to Queer Metronormativity in ATLA Tags To Browse My Blog With:

#atla meta, #buddhism, #colonialism, #imperialism, #indigenous, #queer history, #the world is wide (cultural diversity), #history is long (historical connections), #platonic love #likealittleheartbeatrecommends (for works with similar themes to atla), #fanart, and of course #zukaang

Fanfics (of the zukaang variety): Warning Sign: (modern au, 2 chapters, completed); The Gleaners:  (modern high school au, one-shot) Water:  (post-series, 19 chapters, completed) Fluff Fanfics Can Get It: (modern college au, WIP) What Is It Like to Be Full of Lightning?: (missing scene oneshot) The Strength of My Self-Discipline:  (missing scene, rated M, one-shot) False Pretender: (post-series, rated M, one-shot)

Ficlets: “I will seek your light, Aang”

“It’s not that Aang wouldn’t confide his feelings.”

“Right, friend.”

“I know you know this isn’t working”

“The True Blue Spirit”

“In the velvety night, a spark burst”

“If you walk down the spiral staircase”

"I give my secrets to Appa"

“So this is what peace sounds like”

“We didn’t have this whole idea of love back then”

"Zuko finished reading Aang's manuscript"

[4dkellysworld]

https://www.tumblr.com/4dkellysworld/742476396183601152/when-i-try-to-just-identify-with-self-and-stop?source=share

If my own method to quieting the mind is just believing that what you guys say is true and so I am Self or awareness, without doing anything else is that ok? I find it hard to keep up with practices because I just think "If I'm the one aware, then it's not me quieting the mind, it's the body/mind. And so what's the point of the practice, I'm not really doing anything it's just an illusion". This thought makes it hard for me to now continue with whatever practice because it's just like I'm not even the one doing anything I'm just watching always. If I'm awareness, I couldn't be the one working towards quieting the mind, only the one watching.

In a post of yours you did something similar so I know this can work towards quieting the mind. But you said you also became a witness to the ego's life and sat in silence & stillness. So I'm not sure if that also worked towards getting your mind quiet.

Yes if that helps quiet your mind then that's fine. And your thought process is also correct so just go with this for a while and see what happens.

But I'll also say this: the reason "practice" is encouraged is because it's considered necessary (by gurus too) for one who still identifies as the body-mind-ego; it's not just to reduce thoughts/quiet the mind, it's also to let go of ego and therefore ignorance of one's true nature. And all these "practices" are basically what a Self-realized person is naturally being anyway: surrendered, witnessing, not identifying with anything, not doing anything. Most people aren't able to just quiet their mind by deciding to do so, there's too many automatic thoughts that keep popping up and they identify with most of their thoughts. Most people also aren't able to just switch out of ego identification without any practice and just decide to be Self permanently - they might be able to do it temporarily but ego identification and habits come back and without the experience of these practices such as witnessing, they just spiral and get lost back in ego and maya again.

One who has realized their true nature would understand there is no more practice needed because there is nothing to be done, they know the mind is not them, there is no doer.

It would help to not think of "practice" in terms of doing anything, but just being your Self. Maybe surrender would be compatible with you since there is no "practice", it's just a constant state of being.

Perfect surrender is when you give up everything, everything to God including your body. Do what you want with me. Do what you want with my body, with my mind, with my affairs, with everything. Not my will but thine. If you can surrender like this you're already free. Try it, it's hard, because you're afraid what will happen after you do that. You believe everything will be taken away from you. This is human thinking. Stop being human. Surrender yourself and become totally free. - Robert Adams

[charmedreincarnation]

Hey charm,

Hope you are having a wonderful day.

Yesterday I read a post about void state

https://www.tumblr.com/goddardsprodigy/714059123117916160/voidthe-last-pushtxt

It opened my eyes. I was at ease. My day went wonderful and I thought I would just meditate enter void . Nothing more my day went by. And I saw a reel about kundali activation. It’s considered really dangerous and you need a guru for that. But I have been doing yoga and meditation since kid. I am Indian and Hindu. So I am not afraid of doing kundalini activation. I was fearful yesterday. I am afraid of darkness. But than I realized today that why should I be afraid . What I am afraid of ?? Ghost ?? But I am like god is with me . I am gonna do it today. And I read the comments on that video. People were floating in a few minutes. I am doing it tonight . You could feel after hearing it for few minutes. Itself changes you spiritually. That’s what I want. I don’t want any fear. I want abundance. I want peace of mind. I want my desired lifestyle. I am done spiraling fear . Being paranoid. Being desperate. I have faith in me . I have faith in my god . Have a incredible night ✨.

What a beautiful read, I’m excited for you love. Have an incredible night too, I’m ready for your success story 💗

[dexterkronos]

"Reflections unto a Mirror"

I'm gonna be brave and do an Oc reveal for my TMA AUs. This OC hasn't appeared or been mentioned in any of my AO3 fics (and probably won't for a bit), but she's extremely relevant to it all.

Introducing... "Ani", the Memory-Impaired (Interim) Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute (as of 2016)!

Introduction

"Ani" (the only name she remembers) quite literally appears in the Dalton household out of nowhere one sunny January, just a week after the People's Church of the Divine Host tried to complete their Extinguished Sun ritual. Despite this, she only has a marking of The End from her exposure to the Dalton stronghold, and an unknown Marking that not even Simone can decipher.

Very few things are gleaned from trying to Compel her, amongst those being that she's Australian, she thinks she's either 21 or 23 and, of course, her assumed name. Everything else she is forced to discover over her year-and-a-half apprenticeship under Archivist Quinn, and afterwards when she is forced to assume the Interim position due to lack of willingness from her co-workers.

(More info under the read more, I get my message is big lol)

Paths

"Ani" falls to The Eye as a result of her persistent internal voice nagging her that she has forgotten something extremely important, and her fears that the reason she has no memories now is because someone entrusted her with a dangerous piece of knowledge. It also triggers due to [Spoilers], but we're focusing on the main reason. Her abilities are mostly focused around finding the truth to a situation or to expand her understanding, giving her...

Statement Syncing/Taking (typical)

Compulsion

Knowing (+Translation)

Telekinesis/Levitation (learnt)

Dream Walking (learnt).

Her Spiral sub-path - the only one not granted via a weapon or Leitner - comes to her as naturally as breathing once she meets and makes a few deals with The Distortion (wearing the face of Emma Harvey), granting her...

Impossible Navigation (cannot get lost in domains lmao)

Short-Range Teleportation (learnt)

"Song of the Soul"

A term coined by Edalyn Gleave prior to her death, it stands for 'a song that you would live and die to, a song that fuels your every move when you cannot move anymore'. Hunters trained under Edalyn were typically ones posed this question, but the Institute begun taking up the idea too when the Thundering Strings started getting too confident.

"Ani" claimed her song was "Navigating" by Twenty One Pilots, but the song does not exist (yet). Thus, she hunts for a new song, and eventually finds herself resonating close enough with "What My Scene?" by Hoodoo Gurus due to her unfamiliarity with her place in the world, and her desperation to clutch to her homeland and its music.

"Try" by P!nk does seem familiarly powerful to her, but she can never bring herself to call it her "Song of the Soul"... more 'the old tune to a life I used to lead' (no one prompted her so she forgot that line afterwards lol)

Other

Jesus I yap alot...

If you wish to see more of her or of others in her era of the Archives, please let me know! I do plan to do more eyes, but I also want to draw the people in my AO3 fics... maybe. We're trying. Simone's a high priority.