#Spirit: lev //

[empyreanmirror]

laziest boat art ever

[blackvahana]

From Leviathan, notes on Dei's bodies:

16/12/23

Oh dear. I made the mistake of sitting near your cards - your other bodies. Immediately the voices came in as gentle coaxing over a foundation of boiling madness. I know you noticed, you're hearing it from yourself again... Emphasis on again. You used to be like this too, you know. My son, I suppose, coaxed that out of you, said that was his traits and not yours... But you recognise the mirror now.

Hurried whispers in various tones, the feminine especially, laced with... Not deceit, but like a cat mimicking prey noises. You're talking in multiple voices, your energy is exuding intelligence. You move with fluidity that speaks to how surrounded and encompassed reality is with a sea of nothingness, something that makes the usual laws of this world seem less like nature and more like rules of a game played on a single field. Arbitrary.

19/12/23, Continuation of above:

You are settling in well... I'm glad the emanating whispers from your form and the myriad voices emerging from your energy aren't as disorienting as they have been in the past, you really are an incarnation of stability for yourself. It is fascinating though. Your room begins to playfully hide things from me, it talks to me, greets me at the door when I walk in with Void fae mischief and grabs at my body like a playful - albeit ominously "eldritch", I think your word is - cat. You are seeping out of everything you touch in theoretical eyes and black tendrils, things that aren't even there beyond suggestion or.. Really, it's probably that you're in the Void between all space, hence why I can't see you.

The sound of ticking clocks, the chatter, the gentleness of night rain...

19/12/23, Tonight's topic:

You want to talk about your astral body? Go ahead. But why not let me given how much time we've spent face to face lately?

I start to tell you what I see of your form, you are expanded into black abstraction, Void fog, but you are upset. You say something along the lines of you worked hard and expressed yourself harder, only to falter into illusion territory... First of all, this is just my observation of your Astral form while you were around me. Second of all... I think you need to invoke paradox here and not confine my thought and view of you to either/or ideas.

But here's a thought then. Stand before me and show me, and show me well. I will push you to your limits and beyond them until you give me your true self - consensually, of course - and I will document it. In your house in the astral, come with me to the front garden...

You tower over me, your energy in this form a lovely rich shade of brown like your eyes in sunset, like heady old perfumes, tree bark and resin incense. The sun is setting, can you see? It filters through your hair - but your hair moves in fractal lines as an illusion of hair. You are in your own way and form a little black hole and you pull inwards so much more than you know. I'm watching your silhouette in the sunshine, I set this house up partly because of where the sun sets in relation to it... Anyway.

Your skin, show me. All your details are fractals. Every colour and pore is writing. You're upset, I know. Because you're taking my talk on your details to be equivalent to your work and self being unreal. You aren't understanding that you are a little sky god who falls under my umbrella, my entourage, therefore you should be seeing these infinite fractals as what they are: a Corresponding expression of the fractal book that is the Sky. You are a part of my inner circle, my domain is your territory, therefore your territory is infinite fractal cubes. The Sky is made of words that are four dimensional, it is extensive libraries of atomic suggestion and Void reality, letters, characters, folds, angles, it is molecules that scatter light into a perception of a unified thing. You are the same, therefore do not be scared of your nature being intrinsically as it is.

You have an input, a question. "Can I just ask, is this real? I know you're going to give me a Shiva-Shakti-Maya answer, I'm just... I don't even know what I'm asking I'm just praying that you do." Oh, I know. You pray with your body, and I can feel it.

Your perception of "real" is nothing, you do not know what that word means because it means nothing to you, you have built no tower on top of its name. You do not know what you're asking because what you're really wanting is for someone to give you a definition. You want to be reigned, blinkered, you want a saddle in fine leather, you want to be ridden with spurs. You don't want to know if you're real, you want connection, to feel the heat of leather taut against and burning into your skin, your head yanked into your neck, the embrace and safety of a bridle net across your face, a bit kissing your mouth. You are latching on your own feeling of hollowness to the concept of reality. This is why I told you embody the Sky Father and take a lover, an Earth Mother.

This is expression. All of you. You are something only symbolised in the trinity of black, the nervous system, the retina. And you also are the white, the body, the eye...

You're not looking for "reality", you're looking for an embrace that won't refuse you, a body that will not leave you, an Other that will not Other you.

Can I not touch you? Can I not feel your hair in my hands? Your breath on my skin? Can I not put my hands inside you and feel flesh, can your words not vibrate into my ears... Is that not real? Are you going to sit here in front of me claiming reclamation of connections to Shiva and reject our child Maya as divine, real illusion?

I sit with you, watching the sun go down... As soon as I mention it between our energies the sky plummets into night's expanse. Well, it did, it is now liminally between states. You organically brought it down to night so vividly, so fast, so - I will not use the word "real", I will not allow you to keep hurting yourself over this word - fully, and I pointed it out, and so you shied away. Let it go, Dei.  

-

The sky's stars are war's bonfires. You exude through every hole in the firmament, talking in wide, frantic, fire eyes about destruction, tears running down in code that fracture in the atmosphere and affect no one below. Your body - the night itself - is aching, I feel you like tectonic or steel plates on an old, worn machine, forced to warp by the movements of magma tides you can't control. You've been crying out for relief for a long time now, thousands of years, for someone to hear you. You put your own Sky hands over each and every one of your mouths. It is not raining, but it wants to be. You have so many wants... Come with me for a while, when you are ready. Make tea in your house and I will take you somewhere you can be yourself. 

[philosophybits]

The fact of spiritual stagnation should not be made the ground for judging all life's possibilities from known possibilities. On the contrary, such stagnation should prove that however rich and multifarious the past may have been, it has not exhausted a tittle of the whole possibilities. From that which has been it is impossible to infer what will be.

Lev Shestov, All Things Are Possible

[aurorawest]

Summer Reading Update (part 2)

Fall for You by AJ Truman - 3.75/5 stars

Should have read this in the fall since it's fall themed.

By Any Other Name by Erin Cotter - 2.5/5 stars

In His Sights by KC Wells - 4/5 stars

The Bell in the Fog by Lev AC Rosen - 5/5 stars

LOVED this one. I enjoyed the first in the series as well but this one was much better IMO—just a tighter mystery. I actually gasped at one of the reveals.

Lightning Strike Blues by Gayleen Froese - 5/5 stars

I was really pleasantly surprised by how good this book was. It looks like a superhero book but the vibe was more Fringe to me. Fringe meets Letterkenny. And it was really well written! Another book with a good twist. I highly recommend this one.

A Study in Drowning by Ava Reid - DNF at pg 108

The Misfit Mage and His Dashing Devil - DNF at pg 8

In Plain Sight by KC Wells - 3.75/5 stars

Planetfall by Emma Newman - 4/5 stars

Before All the World by Moriel Rothman-Zecher

I didn't know how to rate this one, so I didn't. It was pretty experimental, and I just didn't think I could rate it fairly. Its Storygraph average is 4.2/5 and it's definitely an interesting read.

Somewhere in the Gray Area - DNF at pg 32

Kit & Basie by Tess Carletta - 4/5 stars

Fence Vol 6: Redemption by CS Pacat and Johanna the Mad - 5/5 stars

The Spirit Bares Its Teeth by Andrew Joseph White - 4.75/5 stars

I haven't had good luck with Rainbow Crate books, to the point that after I canceled my subscription, I went through all the ones still in my TBR, read the first page, and got rid of most of them. I kept this one because it's highly praised, and I ended up loving it. It probably would have been a 5 star read, except I thought the epilogue really undercut the effectiveness of the rest of the book.

Time to Shine by Rachel Reid - 5/5 stars

I think Rachel Reid was the first m/m hockey romance author I read, and I still think she writes some of the best.

Paladin's Hope by T Kingfisher - 4/5 stars

One Wicked Night by Colette Rivera - DNF at pg 136

10 Things That Never Happened by Alexis Hall - 5/5 stars

I was really apprehensive about this book. A few years ago I LOVED Alexis Hall, but I haven't enjoyed several of his new releases. I'm so glad I gave this one a chance because it's probably my favorite of all his books now. It's hilarious and cringey (good cringey) and romantic.

After the Forest by Kell Woods - DNF at pg 63

Lord Garrington's Vessel by S Rodman - DNF at pg 5

Alike as Two Bees by Elin Gregory - 4.25/5 stars

Dragged to the Wedding by Andrew Grey - 3.75/5 stars

His Lordship's Master by Samantha SoRelle - 4.5/5 stars

Fire from the Sky by Moa Backe Åstot (translated by Eva Apelqvist) - 5/5 stars

Gorgeous YA book about a Sami teenage boy who's struggling to reconcile the fact that he's gay and in love with his best friend with the fact that he doesn't want to leave his town and reindeer herding, even though he'd find more acceptance in a city. Also the translator lives in Minnesota.

[abyssalpriest]

Kick my ass if I don't put out Vepar content

[nameless-brand]

So Lev, Chi, and I visited Raven on New Year's Day, the leader of Spring Chant - also the one teaching me martial arts and the Battle Song. Mostly to greet her and the rest of her gang happy holidays.

She has a cute fox shrine in her dojo, and some food was even on the offering table. Naturally, I thought it was a shrine to fox spirits or maybe Inari.

Lev informed me, assuming some things from the past timeline stayed the same, it was a shrine to Daji.

Wtfff.

Why would someone as respectable as Raven worship Daji, that malevolent fox spirit?

And Lev just tells me "cause she's beautiful" as if that's supposed to explain everything.

I can't even. Daji, when you think about a Chinese Femme Fatale, you think of her. Responsible for the fall of a dynasty.

Can't forget the creative tortures attributed to her. Or the cannabilism. Or the whole getting raunchy while other people are being tortured right in front of them.

She was a real documented person, though the questioning of her being a fox spirit came later especially in legends and fiction. Enough to have other spirit shrines, especially fox spirit shrines, to be outlawed and destroyed.

I can't exactly point and condemn others for worshiping gods without being a hypocrite, but I still can't help go wtf at this very peculiar choice.

[apriiciitty]

one for my enemy -mid-read-conclusion¿?-

people of the internet,

I'm halfway reading 'one for my enemy' (specifically page 90, II. 14) and I've got a few thoughts I want to share;

besides the fact that I love olivie's writing style and the atmosphere she creates in her world, I found I like a lot her characters and their personalities.

in this case I would like to share that so far, I dislike one character (even though I feel like there is more to come?) and that is, the sunshine: Roma :)

SPOILER AHEAD

so this is a tiny 'study' around him because I feel pity for him:

till page 90, our lovely dima still is in a never-ending coma so his family, specifically his father and his middle brother feel a special need to take revenge on Mashas family, since they are the cause of his state.

and so we have Roma, who feels this forced need to take revenge on a very personal level. so I simply think that, he is using this opportunity, to level-up himself in his fathers eyes.

I feel like his hate for the Antonova's is forced on to him because of his family, so after the incident with Marya on Dima, he felt the need to the things in his own hands and prove himself capable to his father, using the most wicked ways he could possibly thing of.

I hate him as a character because he is so influenced by the need for attention and recognition from his father as well as his entire family, that he doesn't think logical anymore, his thoughts and emotions have been darkened up and influenced by his jealousy and the need to come on the surface and so he gathered mixed hate from various sources and decided to aim it and let it out on the antonova family.

like, he doesn't think smart, his technics for revenge are just poor and will definitely expose his plan but since this is the only avalaible option for him at that moment, he just makes dumb moves that will get his brothers and whole family in trouble. especially the way he pushes lev into a mess of dangerous things and expects him to overdo every task successfully. like bro..

simply put: Roma is so washed up with -understandable but also not understandable- hatred that blinds him all the way up. and so actually, the one who's in fault here, is koschei, his dad.

but who knows, maybe I'm wrong...

if you are currently reading the book as well OR/AND want to share some thoughts please drop your opinions, I'm desparate for conversation about this masterpiece.

ps.: olivie blake is my new bestie but she doesn't know it yet :)

[strawhaat]

🍎: + haiba lev ‹ haikyuu › | # like or reblog if you use.

[vampire-bitch]

D&D update: our gunslinger fighter caused an avalanche that killed 2 npcs that were helping us. Our rouge went and found their bodies while the rest of us took bets on whether or not they survived. (They didnt)

[letsgetfucked-up]

I finally get a bouquet and it's a goodbye present. That's depressing.

[empyreanmirror]

2X years old - someday you wake up with the world on your shoulders - vessel of the Lord of Despair

[levandright]

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄

their favorite way to show their love for you is through — acts of serviceꜝꜝ

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ᐢ..ᐢ lev notes : this is a long one! took a while to finish this cause i had to think long and hard about what to write >.> but this officially marks the end of the wyll series <3 hope reading this series made you feel better and happy. sorry if most of these were kind of repetetive qwq i really couldn't think of anything else

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

you step through the front door, feeling completely drained from a long, exhausting day at work. all you want is to sink into the quiet and leave every bit of stress behind. as you kick off your shoes, you hear gentle footsteps approaching, and heesung appears, his warm smile immediately softening the edges of your rough day.

without a word, he takes your bag and gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “go get comfortable,” he says, nodding toward the bathroom. “i’ve got something waiting for you.”

curious, you wander over, opening the bathroom door to find the most thoughtful sight: a warm, steaming bath, flickering candles casting a soft glow, and the delicate scent of lavender and vanilla filling the air. a fluffy towel and your coziest pajamas are laid out on the counter, ready for you. you can’t help but smile, feeling the tension already beginning to ease. —more under the cut!

you step into the bath, the hot water immediately soothing your tired muscles, and close your eyes, allowing yourself to sink into the warmth. time slips by as you relax, the soft candlelight dancing around you and the familiar, comforting scent making everything feel so peaceful.

after a while, you hear faint sounds coming from the other room. when you step out of the bath and change into the soft pajamas, you find that heesung has tidied up the living room, fluffing pillows and folding blankets, creating a cozy haven just for you.

on the table, there’s a steaming mug of chamomile tea waiting, with a little note beside it: just relax. you deserve it.

you turn to find him leaning in the doorway, a gentle smile on his face. “feeling a little better?” he asks.

warmth fills your chest as you nod, walking over to hug him. “thank you, hee. this is… exactly what i needed.”

he wraps his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “anything for you,” he murmurs. “now, go sit down. i’ll join you in a bit.”

with the stress of the day melting away, you sink onto the couch, tea in hand, and watch as heesung moves around the space, making everything feel calm and safe. you feel your heart swelling with gratitude, realizing just how lucky you are to have someone who knows exactly how to take care of you, even when you don’t ask.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

you barely make it through the door, feeling the weight of the week’s work still clinging to you. every muscle aches, and all you want is to collapse on the nearest soft surface. but when you look up, there’s jay, standing in the doorway with an armful of grocery bags and a gentle smile that instantly lifts your spirits.

“surprise!” he says, stepping inside and setting the bags on the kitchen counter. “i know you’ve had a crazy week, so i thought i’d make you dinner.”

your eyes widen as he begins unpacking fresh vegetables, herbs, and spices—everything you’d need for your favorite meal. he waves his hand toward the living room, giving you a playful but serious look. “now, no arguments. go relax. i’ve got this under control.”

reluctantly, but touched beyond words, you slip off your shoes and settle onto the couch, letting the comforting sounds of jay chopping vegetables and humming softly drift through the space. occasionally, you steal glances into the kitchen, watching him work with focused precision, tasting sauces and seasoning just right. the smell of fresh herbs and simmering spices fills the air, making you realize just how hungry you are.

after a little while, he calls you to the table, where he’s transformed your dining space into a cozy little restaurant. candles cast a warm glow over the table, and a small handwritten menu sits at your place, with your favorite dish written out in his neat handwriting, complete with little hearts doodled in the corners.

“your table is ready, madam,” he says with a grin, pulling out your chair.

you laugh, feeling warmth spread through you as he serves the food with a flourish. as you take a bite, you’re hit with how perfectly he’s captured all your favorite flavors, each one bringing a bit of comfort and joy you didn’t realize you were missing.

“this is amazing, jay,” you say, meeting his gaze over the table. “i… i don’t know what to say. thank you.”

he reaches across, squeezing your hand, his thumb tracing soft circles against your skin. “you deserve it,” he replies simply. “now, let’s eat before it gets cold.”

the two of you sit together, talking, laughing, and savoring each bite. and with each moment, the weight of your week starts to disappear, replaced by the warmth of good food, soft candlelight, and the gentle care of someone who knows exactly how to make you feel at home.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

after a long day of studying, you drag yourself back to your desk, only to find a neatly wrapped package sitting there, adorned with a little bow and a note in jake’s handwriting: “study survival kit: open for a boost of genius (and snacks)!”

smiling, you pull off the bow and lift the lid to find an array of thoughtful goodies. inside are all the essentials: your favorite snacks lined up like little soldiers ready to fight off your exhaustion, a pack of flashcards, and your favorite highlighters in every color. you laugh, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as you dig deeper, finding a small envelope with another note tucked inside: “i’m so proud of you. you’ve got this!”

beneath the note is a playlist he’s made just for you. he even named it focus mode and added little notes next to each song: “for when you need motivation,” and “take a five-minute dance break to this one!” you chuckle, imagining him carefully curating each track to help you power through your study sessions.

the thoughtfulness hits you all at once, and you can’t help but pull out your phone to call him. he answers on the first ring, as if he was waiting for you to find the surprise.

“jake, i can’t believe you did all this,” you say, feeling a rush of gratitude.

he laughs softly. “just wanted to make sure you had everything you need. and, you know, remind you that you’re going to crush this.”

with his words and the little survival kit by your side, you suddenly feel a renewed sense of motivation. "thanks, jake. really.”

“anytime,” he replies, his voice warm. “now, go ace that studying—and remember to snack responsibly.”

with his support filling you with confidence, you settle back into your books, a little lighter and a whole lot more ready to take on anything.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

the morning feels like it comes way too soon. you barely finish getting ready when your phone buzzes with a message from sunghoon: “i’m outside! take your time, i’ve got everything covered 🙂”

surprised, you open the door to find him standing by his car, leaning against the open trunk where your luggage is already packed. he greets you with a soft smile, holding out a small paper bag. “breakfast for the road,” he says, passing you a warm breakfast sandwich, coffee, and a small, cozy travel pillow. you’re touched by the thoughtfulness in every detail.

“sunghoon, you didn’t have to do all this,” you say, already feeling a little more at ease despite the early hour.

he just smiles and opens the passenger door for you. “of course i did. can’t let you leave hungry, right?”

as he drives, you sip on the coffee, feeling grateful for how he’s taken care of everything. it’s a quiet ride, the city still sleepy, and you steal glances at him, heart warmed by how much he cares.

when you finally arrive at the airport, he helps you with your bags and pulls you in for a long hug, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “call me if you need anything,” he says softly. “and i’ll stay on the phone until you’re through security, okay?”

true to his word, he keeps you company over the phone, chatting about little things to keep your nerves calm. you laugh at his jokes, feeling lighter with each step through the busy terminal. his voice is steady, reassuring, and you’re grateful for his presence even from afar.

finally, after you pass through security, you glance back at him on your screen. “thank you, sunghoon. for… everything.”

“just want you to feel safe,” he says, his voice warm. “and loved.”

and as you head toward your gate, you feel exactly that.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢

after a long week, you finally have a free afternoon to relax. you’re about to settle in when sunoo walks up to you, grinning with a mysterious sparkle in his eyes, holding a large shoebox behind his back.

“close your eyes,” he says, his excitement contagious. with a laugh, you play along, and he carefully places the box in your hands. when you open your eyes, the first thing you notice is the familiar logo, but as you lift the lid, you’re stunned.

inside is a brand-new pair of sneakers in your favorite colors, customized with little details that feel perfectly you. you run your fingers over the vibrant accents, noticing how he’s picked out each color with thought. tucked neatly on top of one sneaker is a small note in his handwriting: “let’s go make some new memories in these! can’t wait for our next adventure.”

your heart swells as you look up at him, a mix of excitement and gratitude in your eyes. “sunoo, these are amazing. i can’t believe you did this!”

he grins, eyes crinkling as he watches you examine the shoes. “i noticed your old ones were… well, let’s just say they’ve seen a lot,” he teases, laughing. “figured it was time for an upgrade.”

you slip them on, feeling the perfect fit and the subtle bounce in each step. “ready to test them out?” you ask, grinning.

he takes your hand, nodding eagerly. “absolutely.”

and as you head out together, each step in your new sneakers feels like the start of something special. with sunoo by your side, every walk feels like a new adventure waiting to happen.

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡

you sit at your desk, glaring at your laptop screen as it lags for the third time in five minutes. just yesterday, it froze while you were working on an important project, nearly driving you to the brink. as you vent your frustration, jungwon listens patiently, nodding with sympathetic looks and murmuring, “that sounds annoying.”

the next day, you return home to find your laptop sitting on your desk, seemingly untouched but with a small sticky note on the cover. curious, you pick it up and read his neat handwriting: “all fixed! hope this makes things a little easier 💻💙.”

smiling, you open the laptop, expecting the usual sluggish startup—but instead, it runs smoothly, faster than it has in ages. bewildered, you click through your programs, watching in awe as they open instantly, without a hint of lag.

it doesn’t take long to realize what he’s done. checking your settings, you see updates have been installed, cleanup software added, and unnecessary files deleted. jungwon must have spent hours working on this to get everything optimized.

you walk over to find him lounging in the living room, engrossed in a show. he looks up when you enter, noticing the laptop in your hands and a big grin spreading across your face. “so… everything’s working?”

“jungwon, i can’t believe you did all this for me!” you rush over, sitting beside him and giving him a grateful hug. “it’s running perfectly now. you’re amazing.”

he chuckles, returning your hug with a shy smile. “i just thought it’d save you some stress. i know how much it’s been bothering you.”

you look at him, feeling a rush of gratitude for his quiet thoughtfulness. “it really does. thank you,” you whisper, squeezing his hand.

he smiles back, his eyes warm. “anytime. just let me know if it acts up again, and i’ll be your tech support.”

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜

you sit at your desk, sighing at your computer screen filled with unfinished photos. photography usually brings you so much joy, but lately, the editing process has been a struggle. no matter how much you try, you just can’t get the shots to look the way you want. it feels like you’ve been staring at the same images for days.

riki noticed your frustration. he’s always been supportive, but today, he had an idea. you have no clue, but while you were at school, riki spent hours diving into editing tutorials. he wasn’t exactly a pro, but he was determined to give it a try. he practiced adjusting lighting, color balance, and filters, slowly transforming your shots until he had a whole batch polished and ready. he left space for you to add any final touches, of course.

when you head over to his place later, riki greets you with a casual grin that hints he’s up to something.

“i have a surprise for you,” he says, leading you to his computer.

you look at the screen, and your jaw drops. your photos are there, fully edited—polished, vibrant, and so close to what you’d been hoping to achieve. “did you… edit these?” you ask, a mix of disbelief and excitement in your voice.

“yeah,” he admits, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “i know you were feeling stuck, so i thought i’d help out. i, uh, left room for you to make whatever final touches you want, though.”

you can’t help but beam, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. “riki, this is amazing! i can’t believe you did all this.” you pull back to look at him, a grateful smile stretching across your face. “you actually learned editing just for me?”

“of course,” he says, hugging you back, then smirks a little. “i knew how much this project meant to you. plus, you can teach me the tricks i missed, if there are any.”

you laugh, feeling lighter than you have in weeks. with riki’s help, the project doesn’t feel overwhelming anymore. sitting together, you go through the photos, making final adjustments here and there, and you feel more inspired than you have in ages.

and as the two of you admire the finished shots later that night, you can’t stop smiling. thanks to riki, your project is complete—and somehow, your passion for photography feels renewed all over again.

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©levandright

[freaktwinsoftheconcrete]

New covers for the light novels, each made look like the cover of Sportiva.

Translation of the quotes / headlines:

Kageyama 1:

“The Monsters of Spring High”

Shoyo Hinata/Korai Hoshiumi [Little giant's genes]

Kotaro Bokuto/Kyoomi Sakusaya[Memory of the legendary five days]

Inarizaki High School V Karasuno High School [Giant Killing of the Century]

Hinata 1:

BRAZIL [Close coverage of the sand ninja] Shoyo Hinata

ARGENTINA [Why did you go to the other side of the world] Tooru Oikawa

Tsukishima:

Climb up, adventurer. - V1 league promotion survival

A generation of monsters aiming to rise to the top

[Sendai Frogs] Tsukishima/Koganekawa [Tamaman Elephants] Kindaichi/Onagata [Nichikyaku Automobile Lions] Yamagata

Hoshiumi:

Small and strong is cool

Super minionism.

[Opening interview] “Those who challenge height”

"Small Soldiers Who Challenge the World" Hinata/ Yaku

Sakusa

Pursue “the ideal end”

[Ultimate all-rounder] Kiyoomi Sakusa

Ushijima:

Be strong, be right, and follow your own path!

[Japan's main gun Ushiwaka] Wakatoshi Ushijima

Kenma

"I'm not interested in winning or losing. Is it fun or boring?"

Is it Kodzuken? [E-sports special issue]

[Let's talk about Kodzuken!] Lev Haiba (Model) /Tetsuro Kuroo (Japan Volleyball Association member)

Yaku:

The patron saint arrives

``How many times have they saved the team?

Libero Special Feature [From Europe with love] Yaku

[Learn from the craftsmen!] Komori/Inunaki/Heiwajima

Hinata 2:

For the sake of my friends, the sun will rise again.

[Will he be the savior of Japan?] - Shoyo Hinata

Miya:

"I don't care whether it's praise or insults." Challenger style

[Compete against the world with three swords]

Bokuto:

I am an ordinary ace

If you have the energy, you can do the opening interview.

[Japan's spirited spirit] Kotaro Bokuto

[Talk about old and new teammates]

Kageyama 2:

Thorough debate! Who is Japan's command tower?

[Control the monsters] - Kageyama Tobio

[What's wrong with being super aggressive]

[Strength that accepts weakness]

Oikawa:

Insignificant Pride Theory

[World-class control tower from Miyagi] Toru Oikawa “Adversity is my true strength”

[Mentor speaks] Jose Blanco “People are defeated when they set their limits.”

[Testimony of an old friend] Hajime Iwaizumi (Japanese Team Athletic Trainer “Proud partner + big idiot”)

[blackvahana]

Note, 1/1/24

L: You understand my silence for once, I think. Where everything once abnormal becomes normal. On a night long before this plane was born, when I was still hung higher up on the ladder, I realised how quiet night was. I felt like a still pool that reflected everything, then I felt like the stars were in a pool reflecting me, and then... At some point I crossed to understanding I just was. A swinging set of stars in constant alignment and disarray means nothing and everything at the same time. The Moon begins to wax, there is no aspiration, only being. There is no being, only awareness, but awareness only exists with being... There only is. 50% battery left at 5:55pm... You question why divination aligns. Why do crows fly past when I think of you? Why does the rain fall around you? There is only cause and effect, and -

-

The Librarian opens up a connection to the Library. I'm not sure you understood what he saw in there: infinite reigns tied to infinite hands, parallel mirrors. He walks into it. Infinite light, infinite cubes, running brain that, like he always wanted, he could delve into without disscecting and thus interrupting the processes.

4/1/23:

I can't tell you what the mirror is. When I look at it, I see something different to what you see. It responds to eyes, eyes respond to its light, light responds to its eyes...

You've perfected it in the form of the mirror, but as I told you we've made these many times before. I sit here watching you from a distance telling you there's things you need to discover and find, so hands off for a set of people I was so hands on in bringing into being. I will give you a key, one you needed since you were created: Vahana.

Ah. The incessant consuming hunger your body had been pulled into for hours due to my own has finally flipped into fullness as I say that name.

The new mirror, 4/1/24

So I’ve brought myself back further into aligning stars. I created a mirror to my old "library", which now sits in a place off to the side in my Astral house. Around it is a chain of obsidian carved eyes, carved from me taking a minor obelisk of obsidian (or a like substance) that Lev gave me pulled from somewhere else, remoulding it. Infinite cubes within, or at least the concept of them.

It’s a hole in reality to the Library, which is to say it’s exactly nothing and everything out of the ordinary at the same time. It looks a lot like endless mirrored reflections, which… Cubes, I know. There is no way to talk about it as a whole without narrowing down its functions to a point of reducing its usability. The idea of interacting with it is that it is as much as you see it is, but it also shows itself to you. Paradox that overwhelms. Others have to translate it to be able to safely interact with it, the Lightning Beasts do not need more than minimal shielding from the storm.

Ever since opening this mirror, I have been scattered, because of course I have been. I hear old calls from old battles that echoed across this place a long time ago. I feel myself wind into eternal-snake-esque patterns with bindi-seed scales, old, but freshly shed. New, but fully grown.

I think my issue is that I don’t know how to detune my ears from the echoes, because I have been trained well to listen to them. It’s not about fleeting voices but the marching cubes of near-Kelvin-0 vibrations. Vahana, that name echoing. The loose and knowing eyes of blissful Shiva echoing through the silver. On one side, Him. On the other is Nandi waiting to cross the ocean unknowing-knowing that the middle ground is synchronicity and melding.

Here is the end of a river. Here is the start of the riverbank-sea, one and the same thing whether it’s land or water, all flows. All comes into place. I heard Shakti’s calling, I’d stayed out far too late, and now I’m understanding the heaviness of my feelings for her in the silent walk home. Vahana, oh, my mouth is sealed too tightly to beg for anything other than change.

Here, then, is the key to your library. Here, then, is the eyes to see what you’re looking for. You play with minds and selves like an Australian child in salt water, the great Sea Beast on the horizon waiting to swallow you. What else am I to do but let him?

And that’s the nature of our relationship: Contained in ancient echoes. Do you remember the Parjanya I named myself for, which, given I’m speaking to a mirror, do I? I know it in my eyes. And so I know it, right? I’m sitting here listening to echoes because I’m wanting to hear myself, understimulated, under-indulged, broken from myself, but the laws of physics and of this incarnation of Creation don’t allow a self without a self, do they.

A piece of Jim Morrison’s is given to me:

“He spoke to me. He frightened

me w/ laughter. He took

my hand, & led me past

silence into cool whispered

Bells.”

I hope I took that down right, I closed the book before I could check and the piece disappeared into the waters.

To climb Mount Kailash again… But it’s already there, in my living room. The first pillar out of the water, condensation on the apple tree which would drip to become the first ocean. Vritra crawls through the mud feeling the desperation to breathe air for the first time in his life. Silence is synonymous with bells.

The mirror simply is, but it’s a new “is”. It’s a baby! I’ve been fostering myself who communicates his status as a baby in an egg; well, the egg is hatching now. The mirror is hatched too, isn’t it. To twirl once again with the storms, indeed to be seen as one by everyone else because I have broached the halls of Heaven and know the taste of Zeus’ flesh and blood in my mouth. There are echoes, and there is the ground, the cave which echoes them, the waters’ flow, the flowers’ pollen. Vahana. Untamed. No: Vahana, untamed. Wild as the caterwauling Fate-weaver and the bull-horned Rudra. No fear, no unknowing, no unwarranted gentleness, nothing but gentleness. What a shame I’m missing out, but I have in a way removed myself. Thus, the part of me that exists will witness and bear witness. Bare witness. Lucidity in the dawning sun.

[abyssalpriest]

Me clicking on this album purely because "oh that album art is giving such Lev vibes and energy" bruh

Bruh!!!!!!!! What the fuck is this!

[your-local-simp-writers]

The Heartbeat of Nekoma

Word Count: 809

Warnings: None

Headcanons: Nekoma x Fem! Manager ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The gymnasium of Nekoma High was alive with the sound of volleyballs thumping against the floor, the sharp whistle of the coach, and the occasional cheer or groan from the team. In the midst of this controlled chaos was Y/N, the team’s manager and the only girl among these lions. She moved with a purpose, her clipboard clutched in one hand and a first aid kit swinging from the other.

Kenma Kozume, usually lost in his own world, often found himself watching Y/N. Her ability to anticipate the team’s needs before they even voiced them was something he admired silently. He didn’t say much, but when he did, she always listened, her nods and thoughtful hums encouraging him to share more than he usually would. She knew exactly when to offer a silent nod of encouragement or a gentle nudge to join the team’s activities. Her notes on his gameplay were always precise, helping him refine his strategies without a word wasted.

Tetsurou Kuroo, with his wild hair and wilder schemes, relied on Y/N to keep him grounded. She had a knack for cutting through his antics with a sharp word or a pointed look, bringing him back to the task at hand. Yet, she was always there to share a laugh or a moment of triumph, her presence a steady beat in the rhythm of the team.

Lev Haiba, his enthusiasm often got the better of him, leading to more than his fair share of scrapes and bruises. Y/N was always there, her first aid kit at the ready, her gentle chiding mingling with Lev’s sheepish apologies. “You’re like a guardian angel,” he’d say, and she’d roll her eyes but smile all the same while she patched up another scrape. Her gentle scolding about being careful was something he secretly looked forward to.

Morisuke Yaku, the team’s rock, appreciated Y/N’s quiet strength. Her meticulous records helped him track his progress, and her motivational words before matches always seemed to strike the right chord, pushing him to dive deeper and reach further.

Taketora Yamamoto, would often find himself pouring out his heart to Y/N, her easy manner inviting confidences. She listened with an open heart, her advice always practical yet kind. She reminded him that fire needed air to burn bright, a lesson he took to heart both on and off the court.

Nobuyuki Kai, the vice-captain, saw Y/N as the glue that held the team together. Her organizational skills ensured that every practice ran smoothly, and her ability to juggle responsibilities was nothing short of miraculous.

Shouhei Fukunaga, ever the quiet observer, found a kindred spirit in Y/N. Their conversations were often just shared glances and knowing smiles, but the understanding between them ran deep. He enjoyed the quiet moments he shared with her, often helping her collect the volleyballs after practice. Her soft-spoken advice resonated with him, teaching him that strength didn’t always have to be loud.

Sō Inuoka, loved Y/N’s encouraging pep talks. Her pep talks were the fuel to his fire, her words igniting a passion for the game that he channeled into every leap and dive. 

Coach Yasufumi Nekomata, saw Y/N as a rare gem, her dedication to the team’s well-being reminding him of the true spirit of the sport. Their discussions on strategy and player development were highlights of his day, her insights often illuminating paths he hadn’t considered. 

Despite her involvement in other clubs and her tendency to stretch herself thin, Y/N never let it show. The team knew, though. They saw the exhaustion hidden behind her smile and the way her eyes would sometimes flutter shut during long strategy meetings.

It was during one such after school practice that Y/N’s head began to nod, her pen slipping from her fingers. Kenma was the first to notice, gently propping her up with a cushion. Kuroo signaling for a break, Lev draping a jacket over her like a blanket. Yaku adjusted the air conditioning to ensure she was comfortable, and Yamamoto stood guard, ensuring no one disturbed her rest. As Y/N slept, the team exchanged looks of silent agreement. They would finish practice early today. It was their turn to take care of the person who always took care of them.

When Y/N awoke, she found herself surrounded by her team, their practice finished, each face wearing a soft smile. “We’ve got it from here,” Kuroo said, handing her a bottle of water. “You’ve done enough for today.” Her heart swelled with affection for these boys, her team.  Kai  “You take care of us; now let us take care of you.” They were more than just players she managed; they were her family. And as they walked out of the gym together, she knew that together, they were unstoppable.