#The Octagon of Chaos

[oldschoolfrp]

The Octagon of Chaos, Joe O'Niel cover art, Theatre of the Mind Enterprises, 1986. This 3rd-party adventure for Chaosium's Stormbringer RPG features the exploration of an abandoned Melnibonéan citadel, with the twist that the party cannot include any Melnibonéans.

[gyllenhaalstories]

ELWOOD DALTON x PLUS SIZE!READER HEADCANONS

summary: if he can push and pull a big obnoxious yellow lamborghini, imagine what he can do!!! well, you don't need to imagine. i did it for you. but still!!!

warnings: bunch of cute things & various smut elements. chances are i'll steal some of these in my fics later on bc i love repeating myself but i felt inspired to gather the random thoughts in one place. 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2100

photo credit: me @/gyllenhaalstories / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: even if all my fics are written with a fat reader in mind, it just feels so good to put the emphasis on it! this is so incredibly self-indulgent and i am not sorry about it. 🥰 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

FLUFF

Dalton wears very form fitting clothes, like his vast collection of the tightest shorts imaginable that he's worn on the octagon. But you will notice a gradual shift in his clothing preferences. The more he hangs out with you, the looser his clothes will get. Especially his hoodies and his patterned shirts. You will also notice how he accidentally leaves pieces of clothing at your place when he visits. He just likes to drop hints that he wants you to wear his clothes because he wants you to wear his clothes.

The first time he catches you putting on his hoodie if you're feeling a bit chilly or wearing his flowery shirt on a hot day? He's losing it. He'll have a dumb smile on his face all day because this is a big victory just like winning a fight. Maybe even more so when you start sharing clothes casually.

Also he's large. He just is. He takes space both literally and metaphorically. He makes you feel small in the best way. He opens jars for you in a twist of his wrist, he carries all the bags in one trip after grocery shopping, he shoves the laundry basket full of heavy wet clothes on his hip and holds you close with his free arm so you can hang clothes to dry outside. When Dalton locks eyes with you, he just has a way of making you feel so much smaller than him. This size difference, whether it be literal or not, feels good. It feels right. He will never shut up about it, if you ever tell him that you like the size difference. He might love it as much as you.

One of his love languages is you tending to his injuries and wounds. The lovely sound of your voice as you reprimand him and tell him he's too old to break into fights at any minor inconveniences. The gentle touch of your hands when you're cleaning him up with a washcloth and wincing at how much it must hurt... Except it barely hurts anymore he's just so used to it, although he might say it does so you baby him a little more. The adorable band-aids you put on him that he wears like a badge of honour. Eventually, you learn to carry a first-aid kit with you as often as you can. Just in case.

Beach dates. Did I say beach dates? Beach dates. He loves them. Dalton loves to hang out by the ocean and watch the sun rise and set. He loves it even more when you're with him. Holding hands or with his arms wrapped around you, he loves to share this moment with you. It feels so intimate. You can see him in his most peaceful and relaxed head space where the chaos of the Road House doesn't seem to affect him. He could stay there with you forever, with your feet in the water and the ocean breeze tickling your face.

He'd love to invite you to hang out at the Road House during his shifts, but he rarely lets you visit him at work. He's scared you will get injured or hurt by one of the drunk idiots or worse. He prefers to know you are safe and sound, far away from all the danger.

Dalton still tries to spend a lot of time with you. He likes it when you drive his car around and he can just be the passenger princess and enjoy the view, which means you. He likes it when you cook meals and desserts he hasn't had in forever due to years of intense training and strict diets. He'll always be around you to taste the food or steal a bite of a burning hot cookie that is fresh out the oven. The small things are very important for him.

Small things like slapping your butt when he walks behind you, and you doing the same when the roles are reversed. Small things like going shopping for the most obnoxious shirts that scream elderly dad on vacation vibes. Small things like dropping him off and picking him up when he works at the Road House. Small things like bringing you with him when he trains so that you can just exist in his presence, within a safe distance, and so that you can look at him when he gets all hot and sweaty. Small things like you laughing at his jokes about how everyone seems a little aggressive when he casually beats people up for a living. Small things like telling you that you smell so good and getting new perfumes so when he wears his clothes and you were his, he gets to carry your smell all day long. Small things like looking at you with big doe eyes and a dumb little grin on his face because he likes you so much. He likes the little things, because so often in his life he was living on the edge and he was depraved of those calm, harmless, insignificant little droplets of happiness.

What is the most important thing for him? Protecting you. He is so protective of you. Dalton wants to make sure you are safe and that you aren't involved in any shenanigans he gets himself into. He wants to make sure that nobody and nothing can hurt you. He's quick to remind anyone who crosses your way that they should be minding their own business. It may cause some issues between you, you have to remind him that you are a grown adult and that you can take care of yourself. He believes you, he knows you're strong and capable of anything you want to achieve, but he can't fight his protective instincts. He takes your security and your well-being very seriously. He wants you to know that he cherishes you, that he loves you and that he cares for you.

SMUT

Dalton is a big fan of proving you wrong, but with gentle persuasion. When the two of you start hooking up and dating, he will not put on too big of a show because he's scared to hurt you. He'll start slow, let things escalate at their own pace. He'll pull you closer by the hand for a kiss, surprising you by how he does that so effortlessly. He'll bring your body closer and wrap his arm around you to keep you pressed against him while you cuddle. He'll pull on your ankles to get you closer to the edge of the bed. He'll flip you over on the bed after a little warning that barely gives you enough time to register what he did. He'll hook his arms under your thighs to stop you from squirming away after he makes you cum and he doesn't want to stop just yet.

As much as he wants to chase the high, to show you just how much he can do and how far he can take you, he does it all gradually. He checks in often, maybe too many times at first. Tons of "are you alright? you good, you wanna continue? did it hurt, are you okay?" will be spoken to make sure he doesn't hurt you accidentally. He'll be careful not to hurt you, unless you ask him to.

He's flexible and he will adjust to your body. He'll make it work. You don't have to worry about it. If he can hold his opponent down like a pretzel until they tap out, he certainly can do the same to you. He'll push on your thighs to hold your legs down. He'll spread your pussy open and grunt at how you react when his nose bumps against your clit or when you whimper while he licks your puffy pussy lips. He'll pull on the skin of your cheeks to keep your ass open so he can access what he craves. He'll praise you when you help him, making it easier for him to fuck you good like you deserve.

On the topic of flexibility, he'd love to help you out with yours if you want to. He'll teach you exercises and show you how to relax your body. He'll also respect your limitations. You won't catch him be mad when you say your stomach is in the way or that you struggle to ride him so he has to use you as a fleshlight while you're on top. However, you will catch him rolling his eyes if you say you can't open your legs wider while he knows full well that you do when he's fucking you.

He loves when you sit on his face, no matter how many times he must remind you that he can take it, that you won't hurt him, that he can hold his breath long enough until you coat his tongue with your wetness. He enjoys every second of it.

He's loud. Dalton is a grunter. He grunts when he's fucking you deep with slow but rough thrusts. He grunts when he pulls out so he doesn't cum too fast at the heavenly feeling of your pussy on his hard cock. He grunts when he feels you gag around his cock. He grunts when he tastes your pussy on his tongue and feel your clit pulsate while he sucks on it. He's so fucking loud and he will do whatever he can to make you as loud as him. He wants you to get lost in the moment and forget about your fears and insecurities. He wants you to ride the waves of your orgasms with him until both of you forget how to speak and you can't take it anymore.

The things he must have seen and touched during his career in the UFC make it so that he's unbothered by extra skin to move around, or pretty much anything of the sort. He'll find a way to always make it work and he won't complain. In fact, he loves it. He loves feeling your body on him. He loves the skin-to-skin contact, the closeness. The sweat, the friction, the more he gets the more he wants.

He swells with pride and happiness when he sees you trying to process of the aftermath. Out of breath, flustered, shocked, stuck somewhere between needing three business days to recover and wanting to do it all over again right away. He loves seeing you fucked out of your mind, blissful and satisfied. Dalton loves knowing that he's the one helping you get there, helping you feel so good.

And he knows you love admiring him just as much. The feeling of worship is very much so mutual. He adores the marks, pearls of sweat and trails of euphoric tears he leaves on you. And you adore to watch his muscles and veins bulge after he's had his way with you.

Unlike his trainings of his fights, he doesn't end up in a human sized bucket of ice, but he loves the ritual of cleaning up in the shower or taking a bath with you. He loves to gently touch your body, paying close attention to where his hands might have left bruises earlier. He loves to show you his love with his touch rather than with his caring words or worried questions. It makes Dalton's heart flutter when you do the same, when you soap up his toned body and you wash away the mess of sweat and cum you made together. It often ends up with the two of you going at it again, or simply just jerking each other off with no intention to cum but rather to just feel closer and relax while the hot water heals your bodies.

To put it briefly, Dalton is built for the plus size girlies. He's got the strength, he's got the stamina. He's got it all to make you feel good, to make you feel like you're the hottest person alive because, to him, you very much so are. He cares for you and wants to make you feel comfortable. The more he explores your body and the more he discovers what you love and how to make you moan louder and cum harder, the freakier he will become. Dalton likes it hot and dirty, but he also loves it deep and passionate. He's gonna adapt to what you like and what you can physically do. He's gonna put in the work. He's gonna do what it takes to make you cum so hard you feel like he knocked you out in the best way possible.

[mugzymiik]

oc doodle page :3

character list under cut

left to right/up to down:

Miik (blue triangle; shapesona): any/all pronouns (toyhouse)

Holli (kity; "chaos"sona): they/e/ve/ae/ci/she (toyhouse)

Jay (dull blue birb triangle): they/she/he (toyhouse)

Mercury (pink "Cyanide-esque" inverted triangle): they/them (toyhouse)

Python (guy driving the bus about to hit Mercury; belongs to @comet--crusaders)

Bug (gray octagon): she/they/ae (toyhouse)

Aquamarine (CubeLyth shipkid/square with a witch hat) [+ Cheese (mouse)]: she/her (toyhouse [+ toyhouse])

Flax (dull yellow deer circle): they/them (toyhouse)

Vixen (dull red fox flower): he/any (toyhouse)

Clem (dull orange lion hexagon): she/ci (toyhouse)

Orb (balls): any (toyhouse)

Arancle (orangeish-yellow sphere with a beanie): they/them (toyhouse)

[survivorsims]

Survivor Sims Challenge

Are you a fan of Survivor? Total Drama? Etc.? Do you like the idea of creating your own game in the Sims 4? Do you want to witness the chaos the sims can achieve? Well you’ve come to the right challenge!

Welcome to the Survivor Sims Challenge!

This is a Challenge in Sims 4 where you have two teams of sims households competing in various sims challenges and eliminating each other one by one till there’s one lone survivor to win $100000 Simoleons.

Create A Sim Rules:

Create two households of eight sims each. (This challenge was not made with mods in mind) These two households will be the two teams.

Each team must have four male sims and four female sims.

Sims can be any age you want above teen. NO CHILDREN. NO TODDLERS. NO INFANTS.

Sims can be any sexuality you want. However, I highly recommend removing the sims ability to be impregnated. While Sims romancing is allowed, a sim getting pregnant is not and counts as a medical evacuation elimination if that occurs.

Sims can have any traits and aspirations you want.

Sims can have any appearance you want.

If you want to use CAS’s story mode feature, you are allowed to do so.

No Occult Sims

No Pets

Lot Rules:

Your two households will be your two teams and you will have to swap between the two for Pre-Merge for this challenge. I highly recommend putting your sims on lots next to each other.

Example:

(I used NewCrest for this, which is the best one for this in my opinion. But it’s not mandatory.)

The lots must be empty. You CAN go on a lot with a house if you want, but you MUST bulldoze the lot.

Starting off, your teams will be represented by a color. You can pick any color you want. That color must show at least somewhere on the lot.

Starting off, your sim teams lot will only have three things: A fertilizer bush, A fireplace, and A tent. (If you don’t have a pack with these items, then you can use a grill and a bench as a substitute.)

Once these items are placed, + any plants or nature you want to put in for style, you must cheat both households funds to $0. (CONTROL+SHIFT+C “MONEY 0”)

Through challenges, your sims teams will win Simoleons to utilize for better living conditions. You can use these funds to expand your lots and build what you want or need.

With a third community lot, which you can build in world edit, you’ll design the challenge grounds.

Pre-Merge Gameplay Rules:

Until challenge time, your sims will reside on their respective team lots. You can help them survive with the necessary needs well done for good conditions to do challenges. (Or don’t, I’m not one to decide)

No jobs. You’re on Reality TV lol.

Teen Sims can’t go to school. If they try to go, cancel the action. Grades have no value here lol.

No making money off of activities where selling items is an option. You can do these activities, but you can’t sell anything.

The only things you are allowed to sell is plants and fish. But they must be from your own gardening and fishing.

Sims cannot age during the entire game. You can cheat for Potion of Youth if it is necessary. That will reset the age bar.

Sims aren’t allowed to be associated with outside contestants. If they show up on the lot, you must immediately send them home. They’re not supposed to be here.

Sims can have whatever social interactions with their teammates you want to during their free time. Make friends. Make enemies. Make love octagons. Whatever. Stir up drama or keep things tame. Up to you.

Sims are allowed to talk to sims from the other team if they come across them. But they have no value until the merge.

The first sims day will be a free day to get your sims to know each other.

9 AM on the next day is the starting time for your sims to go to the challenge lot to participate in challenges

You will control a household each to have them take part in the challenges. Their performance will decide the winning and losing teams.

ALL team members must be in the challenge. No exceptions. No absences.

The winning team in a challenge will receive $1000 Simoleons (CONTROL+SHIFT+C KACHING).

The losing team will go to elimination and vote someone off.

Challenges will start at the next 12 PM after elimination ceremonies.

Pre-Merge will continue until there’s eight contestant sims left.

Elimination Rules:

Elimination Ceremonies will occur at the next night at 10 PM. (Depending on when you get the challenge done)

(This is the elimination ceremony build layout I came up with)

The losing team will arrive at the elimination ceremony to vote someone off

You will put apples on stands. One representing each teammate.

I highly recommend taking solo photos of each camper to put on here so you know which Apple represents which sim

One by one, your sims will be fenced on this booth. They will vote by taking one apple from the stand and eating it. (You can cheat the sims hunger to make the process faster if you need to) Whichever Apple they take that has the campers photo in front of it, that is the camper being voted for. Then when they’re done, let them go and replace the Apple, then the next sim gets to vote. Till all sims get to vote.

THE ABOVE PROCESS IS AUTONOMOUS FOR THE SIMS. EXCEPT FOR ONE WAY YOU CAN CONTROL WHAT THEY DO:

Throughout Free Time, your sims can form bonds. Whoever they are “good friends” with, they can become an alliance. Alliances can vote together. So during voting, if one sim autonomously votes a camper, all sims in that alliance vote for that camper too and you can control that.

If you don’t want this and you want a sim to flip, simply don’t control them to make them fall in line with their alliance.

Sims who have a negative sentiment with an alliance member cannot vote with their alliance unless they autonomously decide to do so.

Once all the votes are done, tally them up and set up your dramatic elimination ceremony!

You can go either way. Either the Survivor route with reading the votes, or giving sweets to campers that are safe like Total Drama. Whatever you want.

The sim with the most votes is out of the game. And thus they have to leave the household and never return. (SHIFT+CLICK “REMOVE FROM FAMILY”)

THERE IS ONE WAY SIMS CAN BE SPARED DESPITE HAVING THE MOST VOTES:

At any point in your game, sims are allowed to dig for crystals or metals. You can take your gems and crystals to the Geo Council to get examined and turned into elements.

The Elements count as Immunity Idols. But an element type can only count as an idol ONCE. Once that element type is used as an idol, it can’t be used again.

Immunity Idols can be used after voting and before votes are read or sweets are handed out, to nullify the votes against a sim. These MUST be activated in between voting and votes being read, or it won’t count.

To have a sim activate an idol, a sim with an idol must stand up from their seat. Autonomously. You are only allowed to wait fifteen seconds for a sim to do this. Or else you have to take it as them not playing it.

The sim who decides to activate an idol can turn in the idol by removing it from their inventory to nullify the votes against themselves.

Sims are allowed to gift other sims Immunity Idols. But it has to be through the gift interaction.

Once an idol is activated, any votes cast for that sim will not count. Then the sim with the second highest votes is the one eliminated.

Only ONE idol can be played per elimination ceremony.

If a sim is eliminated with an idol in hand, that idol is discarded and can never be used again.

If a sim DIES, at any point in the game, for whatever reason, that is considered a “Medical Evacuation” elimination. The Elimination Ceremony will be cancelled.

The only life-saving mechanic allowed to spare the sim is the “pleading” interaction with the Grim Reaper. If the sim gets saved that way, they can stay in the game. If the sim does not get saved that way, then there’s nothing else you are allowed to do.

A sim getting pregnant is not allowed. This will also count as a Medical Evacuation. They have to leave the game immediately upon figuring this out. The Elimination Ceremony will be cancelled.

Merge Gameplay Rules:

Once there’s 8 contestants remaining, you will combine the two households into one. Along with the funds. You can decide whether to transfer everyone to a teams lot or a new empty lot.

Sims can have whatever social interactions with their cast you want to during their free time. Make friends. Make enemies. Make love octagons. Whatever. Stir up drama or keep things tame. Up to you.

The first day of merge will be a free day to get your sims to know each other.

9 AM on the next day is the starting time for your sims to go to the challenge lot to participate in challenges

ALL contestants must be in the challenge. No exceptions. No absences.

The winning sim will win Individual Immunity. This will make it so that sim cannot be voted off, and you have to remove that option in Elimination Ceremony.

All Sims participate in Elimination Ceremony

Challenges will start at the next 12 PM after elimination ceremonies.

Merge will continue until there’s three contestant sims left.

Finale Gameplay Rules:

Your Final 3 Sims will have a free day to get your sims to know each other.

9 AM on the next day is the starting time for your sims to go to the challenge lot to participate in a challenge.

ALL contestants must be in the challenge. No exceptions. No absences.

The losing sim will immediately be eliminated. No Ceremony.

Your Final 2 Sims will have until the next 10 PM till the final challenge.

The victor of that challenge takes all, and will be received $100,000 Simoleons to go live their life in however way you see fit!

You can see this blog for ideas on Challenges! You can use the ‘Get Together’ pack to see the various activities available for your sims. You can take inspiration from either Survivor or Total Drama and replicate your favorite challenges. Choice is yours! Set up your list of challenges and make your sims and watch the chaos unfold!

If you play this challenge and want to share it, go ahead and post with #survivorsims so we can see!

This blog will update with the blog itself playing this challenge. Let’s the sims drama unfold!

[ultimateaclrecovery]

Japan Day 5! Day trip Nara and Uji from Kyoto

Started our day at Fushimi Inari, and saw all of the red torii gates. It was early and still kind of dark which made it extra cool. Also Anthony is a power walker and I refuse to ask him to slow down so we hella power walked up and down this mountain 😂 but it was very efficient!

Then we took the train on to Nara and feeding the deer! I had so much fun. Too much fun. But there were just so many tiny deers!

After we fed the deer we saw the wordless largest Buddha statue and the temples and monuments in the area

We got curry for lunch and then head in the Uji where we got a fun set of tea. Uji is known for their tea so Anthony also got a bunch of tea to take home (I didn’t because I never make tea)

After we got back to Kyoto we went to a light up temple where they gave us tea and it had these little sweets and mine had a deer on it!! 😍

The light temple was really cool but a bit more religious than anticipated.

We then ended up getting Korean bbq for dinner

Overly long travel diary

I put 2000 more yen on my ic card

Fushimi inari. All of the red gates.

Fushimi inari. All of the red gates.

I am torn between my desire to not be an annoying Instagram picture taker and get in everyone’s way, my desire to not annoy my bf with too many pictures, my desire to just be present in the moment and my desire to have all the cute pictures. I try to find a balance and take a couple.

It is really cool to walk through all of the red gates, they feel endless. They all have the same thing in the front but the backs have lots of different writings. As we go up the mountain the forest gets denser and darker and makes it almost ethereal. I like all of the fox statues and the shrine kitties.

I always forget how much of a power hiker my bf is until we start passing all sorts of people. I don’t have a problem keeping up but it does sometimes make me feel like I’m being annoying when I then invietablly stop to take a picture or just meander a bit.

The higher up we go the less people there are which is nice. We stop for breakfast on the way down and eat our 7-11 sandwiches at some benches overlooking the city

Nara

600 yen ice cream card

3 packs of 200 each deer crackers Anthony

4080 yen total for bag shipping Anthony

Then it’s off to Nara and the deer park. We start seeing deer almost as soon as we get there. They are little and have split hooves and many are so very friendly. We buy a pack of deer crackers and go to feed a couple. There is a bit of a swarm right by the cracker stand and some people are getting mobbed. We go further away and pick out a nice looking deer. A lot of them will bow for crackers which is pretty fun. We feed the deer and take pictures and generally take in the chaos. After two packs of 200 yen each cracker packs we continue walking towards one the the temples. There are still deer everywhere. Just like freely wandering the streets jumping over little fences, no fear and no hesitation. It’s extra funny to see them just walking amongst the shrines. They were worshiped in Nara for many many years and killing one of them used to be punishable by death.

We head into the temple. Anthony pays the 600 each yen entrance fee and we go to see the largest bronze Buddha statue in the world. The temple itself is huge and made entirely of wood. There’s also a couple other big statues inside and a 50 to 1 replica of the whole complex which is really cool.

We continue to walk around Nara and see some of the other temples including one that has a couple octagon buildings which is the first time I’ve seen that here. There’s also a five story pagado.

We try to go to the deer house that’s a part of one of the temples but alas it’s closed. We head back to the train station and I stop to get a soft serve ice cream cone decorated like a deer. It has little Pretzle bread antlers and googly eyes and a chocolate nose and is just so cute. We buy one last cracker pack and spend some more time feeding the hordes of deer and making friends. They are happy to be fed, content to be pet but do not want hugs.

We grab lunch in one of the markets at a curry place. A lot of the restaurants in Japan are designed for maximum efficiency. At the counter they have a button to push when you’re ready to order. And then give you your order slip with your food so whenever you’re done you can just take it to the front and pay and leave. Means getting lunch even at a restaurant is very fast. I get the chicken curry. It’s good but has many different vegetables, one of each feels like. I try most of them but give the ones I don’t like to my boyfriend.

On the way to the train I pause to take a picture of one of the manhole covers because it’s engraved with a scene featuring a deer. Some of the ones in the main area are also painted (but too crowded to take a picture). Lots of the manhole covers in Japan have pretty designs. The ones in Osaka had pretty flowers and a lot of them were painted too.

We then take the train to Uji which is known for its tea. My boyfriend picks up a couple of things of tea and then we go to a shop to get cups of tea. We order our flavors of tea and the lady tries very hard to ask exactly which thing we want but we aren’t really sure what’s she’s trying to ask? Some drawings later she ends up satisfied and we end up with their tea set which includes little scones and things and a full tea pot each of the kinds of tea we ordered. We were going for more of a single cup but also pleased with full set. I get a Carmel tea and he gets a melon earl grey. I am already at 29000 steps for the day. I tell my bf I think I’ll hit 40k today but he doesn’t think we have that much walking left.

We head up a couple of switchbacks to an observatory deck just on the edge of the city. It’s crazy to me how quickly you can be in very deep woods in Japan. The trees are so tall and only really have leaves at the very top. We have a snack of Mochi that we got earlier from a famous mochi store in Nara at the top. The red bean paste inside still had bean shapes in it which is a first for me. It’s pretty good but the bean shells weird me out a little.

We then head back to kyoto and then over to ayrishima where we have tickets for a night light up temple. The lighted paths are very beautiful and there’s a path through a bamboo groove which I love. The way lights shine on the bamboo creates a really prettt color. The tickets include a little tea ceremony with a little sweet, a red bean paste filled pastry (mochi?) with a little deer stamped on top. We try to use what we learned about tea ceremony yesterday here.

We continue through the temple and look at the shrines. In the main temple there is a guy giving a lengthy explanation or something in Japanese while shining a flashlight on different elements of the statue inside. We’re starting to realize that this event is much more geared towards Japanese people than tourists. And is maybe more of a ceremony than a come look at pretty lights. We wait with everyone else for him to finish his speech and then quietly work our way back out through the gardens.

We head back to our hotel and pack up our bags. We are going to send them ahead to Tokyo so keep only what we need for our one night in Hakone in our backpacks. It costs 4080 yen to have them sent to our Tokyo hotel.

We then head out to dinner. We wander for a bit before deciding to check out a Japanese version of Korean bbq. We also get a 15 sampler set of sake. I kind of a hit a bit of an overwhelmed moment with all the different food and drink options and how many of them are mostly new and that I only kind of like. But most of it is still delicious.

We think about getting more fish pastries but alas I am too full.

[kfedup]

Sunday 7

or more, I don’t know, we’ll just have to wait and see...

1. Wishing the fathers in my orbit a beautiful day and sending love and light to all of the many who I know, like myself, have hard, complicated feelings about it all. I texted mine this morning and see that he read it, but no reply. I can’t recall the last time he reached out to me beyond a rare FB messenger note and we haven’t been face-to-face in the same room, or even the same region of the US for 20 years. Oh, wait, that’s not true. I was in Florida last year at this time and tried to get together with him, but he couldn’t make it work. It is what it is. I’m working on letting go of my resentment and imagining what life was like for him. We’ll see if that gets me anywhere. 

2. Those somatic movement exercises for Psoas are truly saving my life. As soon as I do them, I’m back in business. Hopefully the pilates work will help strengthen the muscles around my hips so I’m not in constant distress. Last night was weird. My 20-year-old cesarean scar began to hurt the way it did when it was healing. Lila’s 20th birthday is in a few weeks and I’ve been writing a lot about my body and specific traumas that have occurred and how i’ve compartmentalized and outsourced so much. I had just eaten a gummy and as it kicked in and the pain increased, I got myself into a relaxed position in bed and turned on a breathing meditation and I just fucking went into it. I won’t bore you with the details of my traumatic release other than to say holy hell the body holds onto some shit. I got up afterwards and wrote it all down, then hit replay on the meditation and let it carry me on waves of relaxation and deep body sensations into an incredible night’s sleep. Oof. 

3. This morning/afternoon I went to an ecstatic dance event in the CVNP at the Octagon shelter. I haven’t been since before the pandemic started and gracious, I didn’t even realize how much I missed it. The setlist was such a perfect flow and I was able to move some of that shit through and let it go. Several times I felt tears starting like I hoped would happen, but then they immediately jammed up. Maybe feeling self conscious about crying in front of strangers, I don’t know. My hips and lower back hurt after I really let myself go deep into the dance and I had to slow my ass down even though I felt so close to falling through this blockage. In due time. I’m going to go to the next one in two weeks and break out my hula hoop to use out in the back yard. 

4. I’m fantasizing about dropping everything and becoming a 5rhythms teacher. Just spend the rest of my life dancing. 

5. I put up the new hammock this afternoon and sat in the shade listening to the birds and the breeze, reading It Didn’t Start With You and listening to the new Ben Howard album with my earbuds to help drown out the psychos next door. Although, I will say they didn’t start screaming until I had already gone inside. 

6. The Vermont job that I want is posted again with a new title and slightly tweaked description. My goal is to get my application in by end of day Wednesday. The imposter syndrome is intense this time because I applied already and I have no idea if they hit the pause button on the search because they didn’t like any of the applicants or they really did want to evaluate their staffing needs once the new ED started like they said. What if it’s both things and they were just being polite? Oh well, the only real and true thing I have to go on is the deep in my gut knowing that I will regret it if I don’t try. 

7. I was supposed to do a couple hours of client work again today, but I’m wiped and needed a day that’s just for me to process and release and relax. I also got myself a DQ sundae. The screamers next door are out monopolizing the beautiful evening with their chaos, so I think I’m going to run a bath to soak with some epsom salts and essential oils and then watch a movie. 

8. This week is going to be busy af and I need to wake up and have my poop in a group right away. Wish me luck. No THC at bedtime tonight for sure. 

[rosavulpes]

To strike hard , and fast . That was their plan . While Shadow was almost certain the Doctor himself wasn't present within the high walls of this particular egg fortress at the moment nonetheless the decision was still made to press on with their attack . Well , he'd still attack it , Omega would have gone forwards anyways with or without the Doctor actually being there just because there were egg pawns made by his hand at work inside .

" To destroy all inferior eggman androids " , as he always put it .

The fortress walls were high , built out of reinforced metals , made to withstand attacks from resistance weapons charged with wisp's power . The large compound built around the shape of an octagon , with looming guard towers built atop every intersection .

Walls radiating with a sheen , coated with an oil that was made to make it difficult for a certain blue hedgehog from simply running up them in order to enter . If Sonic's shoes couldn't gain any traction on the walls to run up it ? He wouldn't be able to breach it easily without help . That wouldn't be a problem for Shadow on the other hand as he knelt down wards . Closed his eyes , and tucked himself into the shape of his signature ball form . Neither revving himself up to build up momentum for a sudden burst of speed , or moving . Laying still as Omega's pointed metallic hands picked him up , and loaded him into his now transformed right arm .

With Shadow effectively now loaded as ammunition into Omega's arm cannon , the android wasted little time , eager to begin the coming destruction as he took aim at one of the guard towers , adjusting his aim to account for wind resistance and drop off distance before firing .

A light recoil for Omega , as his arm pushed back a bit , but a sudden burst of speed , and liftoff for Shadow . A strong push at his back propelling him out of the darkness of Omega's hand cannon , into the light of the open day , whizzing through the air like a missile . A guided sharpened amber colored spinning missile at that . Akin to a circular saw , as Shadow hardened his quills with the use of his chaos energy . Tearing away at , and piercing through the reinforced metal once he made contact . Destroying the load bearing supports . Passing from one wall , to the other .

Toppling it down in his passing , before at last impacting on the grounds inside the compound . Guiding his descent with a few turns of his body , Shadow softened his landing ... by smashing himself against the body of a wandering egg pawn robot .

Pillars of black smoke beginning to rise into the air , loud alarms beginning to blare out warnings , and heat beginning to dissipate as the tower soon crashed down behind him . Flames rising , burning .

Time to move .

Picking up the pace now with long strides , willing his air shoes to increase their output to propel him faster . All of the Doctor's fortresses , bases , compounds , wherever it was that he choose to station himself all had self automated defenses that didn't require egg pawns to manually flip switches to turn them on . A hail of bullets , cannon fire , and red beams following the black hedgehog's trail .

Colliding his body against multiple armed egg pawns as he passed by them in his ball form , smashing them to pieces in the process . Now that he was inside , he needed to let Omega in to handle this fight . Thoughts racing as his eyes looked over each , and every control panel that he raced past . The idea of simply stopping in front of the gates and allowing the gun fire to catch up to him came , but was soon dismissed . While he could always count on Eggman's automated defenses to be recklessly destructive ... it'd would simply take too long .

Thankfully , he'd soon spot what he'd been looking for . A certain panel that had been described in detail by Omega . Taking out a USB stick that Omega had crafted for him , a portion of his robotic conscious that would allow him to infect the EggNET akin to a virus . The stick was quickly inserted into the slot , before leaving the position soon after .

Running towards the gunfire now , making swift left , and right movements . Strafing in between shots that passed by him , nearly grazing his body at certain points . Speed picking up once more as the black hedgehog leapt up into the air . Flames erupting from his air shoes as he curled himself into a ball once more , making himself into a smaller target to hit . Propelling himself with haste into one of the fortress's artillery cannons . Breaking the metal on contact , smashing the interior , before exiting all in the same motion .

Coming to a halt , a sudden burst of weapon's fire , and an angry cybernetic voice would soon rise above all others . The cannons that had been targeting the black hedgehog soon disappearing within explosions that overcame them before they could react to the new presences within the compound . Armed egg pawns being shot down one after the other in rapid succession as shell casings began to liter the ground .

" ELIMINATE ALL WORTHLESS CONSUMER MODELS "

Not needing to spare a glance back to confirm . Omega would now be the one to handle this firefight . Allowing Shadow to focus on what he'd came here for . The data that was on Eggman's EggNET .

Taking off once more , Shadow knew that he'd need more than speed to make it in time . After all , this was roughly the third base belonging to Eggman that they'd attacked within the last few days . All of it , in an effort to confirm that the Doctor no longer possessed and records , any traces of his cursed metal virus . The virus , that the Doctor had devised , and spread to all life on the planet in the form of a liquid metal that once making contact with skin ? Would attach itself too , corrupting , and consuming the victim until their sense of self was stripped from them .

Converted into machine without mind . Without purpose . What Sonic had aptly named " Zombots " .

Even though Sonic , and Silver had managed to destroy every last trace of the virus during the final battle with Zavok . He didn't trust Eggman to not retain records of it , he didn't trust the Doctor to not attempt to work on the formula in the future , and he most certainly didn't trust him to not attack again now that Sonic was seemingly missing .

For as much grief as they gave one another , ( playfully ) the thought of Sonic having perished was an impossibility that he refused to consider as the truth . Sonic was alive , somewhere , somehow , and would either return of his own accord or be found . He just knew it . But , before Shadow could either wait for , or set off to find Sonic ? He needed to be sure that Eggman wouldn't pose a threat in his absence . If it meant destroying every single once of his bases to deny him the chance to rebuild ? If it meant tearing down all of his creations to ensure he couldn't mine the resources needed to attack this world yet again ? It it meant beating him ... within an inch of his life before locking him in a cell ? Then so be it . The only mercy that Shadow would offer would be the safety found in seclusion within the tight walls of a prison .

As passage ways ahead began to close , while Shadow knew that he could break his way though by curling into his ball form once more . Time wasn't on his side . The Doctor most certainly knew that he was after at this point , as his previous failed attempts at scouring all of the EggNET to confirm no files remained had been thwarted by Eggman either disconnecting him , or purging all files before he could get to a terminal to link in .

With his speed increasing , his scarlet eyes focused on the closing path ahead of him . Thick security doors nearly closed , about to deny him access . Stretching his right arm outwards , a green gemstone would be made to physically manifest itself within his grasp . Gloved fingers closing around the stone , gripping it tightly as Shadow drew from it's power . Body beginning to glow as enough power was accumulated within seconds .

" Chaos ... Control ! "

A distortion in space , a ripple in time would soon spread outwards infinitely . The world around Shadow coming to a grey halt , as time itself was now forced to halt .

Making use of the power of the green chaos emerald once more to not only restrict the flow of time from moving again , but soon enough the hedgehog would seemingly vanish from reality for a moment , to appear within another space moments later . Teleporting from room to room , area to area. While he could have certainly teleported himself to the main terminal area , it would only have been feasible if he already knew the exact distance , direction , and location at which it was situated within the compound . To which he'd unfortunately been unable to obtain a detailed map of . Nor would he have chanced allowing Omega's virus combat Eggman's firewalls to see if Omega could both locate the terminal , and prevent it's files from being purged .... it had already failed once before .

As his warping of space continued , he'd finally come across the room . A thorough search of the compound's interior completed within no time at all thanks to the power of the chaos emerald within his grasp .

Allowing the flow of time to resume . Shadow wasted little time in inserting yet another thumb drive into the main terminal . Not uploading this time , but downloading ... and downloading swiftly . An invention crafted for him by Tails , as the fox was one of the few people that knew had to decode Eggman's files . An intellect that could rival that of the Doctor .

A visual indication on screen showing a progress bar of downloaded files , stopping once it'd gotten past the fifty percent mark by an icon of the Doctor himself now appearing on screen .

" You miserable rodent ! Just you wait Shadow . You and Omega , I'll - "

His voice , berating him through the screen , starting to broadcast through the monitor itself as Shadow unplugged the thumb drive . Slipping it back into a safe place between the space where his right glove and inhibitor ring met . His other fist , soon crashing through the controls , going in as deep as his arm would allow it to . Being met with a flurry of sparks , crunched metal , torn wiring and light smoke . Causing the broadcast to go silent , at least for this area .

Making use of the Chaos Emerald's power once again , Shadow would vanish from the area in a brief but bright light . Bullets piercing the empty space left behind as armed egg pawns stormed in once after the other . Wondering where the hedgehog had disappeared . Looking about the room as if he might be hiding in the shadows .

Appearing outside , the sight before him would be that of destroyed egg pawns , spent shell casings , torn circuitry , and discarded weapons as Omega continued to utilize every ounce of his ammunition . Every ounce of his strength , and hatred to destroy all that was in sight branded in Eggman's name .

Expression remaining neutral , Shadow would reach down into his gloves once more . Unfolding , and extracting a portable ear piece that he'd been given by the resistance to keep in contact . To be assigned wherever it was that he was needed . Adjusting the piece into his ear , moving the microphone for speaking closer to his mouth , and waiting for the phone system to connect him .

But , before he could input a verbal command as to whom he wanted to talk to . He felt a rumbling travel up from his shoes , to his hands , causing him to take a step back , widening his stance to stabilize himself as from the burning ruins of the compound emerged a mechanical beast . A mechanical giant , colored a dark red , baring spikes around the cockpit glass , tall exhaust tubes on it's shoulders . An extended gatling gun on one hand , and a spinning drill on the other . Cybernetic wings keeping the beast afloat in the air , as Shadow took his place next to Omega .

The Egg Dragoon . A machine he'd heard of before , and had known Sonic to have destroyed it in the past . Even though he could make out the shape of the Doctor within the cockpit , seemingly directly piloting it ? He knew that it was likely a decoy robot , or a hologram projection of sorts as the machine was likely being remotely controlled .

The Doctor's voice , echoing once again . Cursing the two for the destruction they'd wrought to his machines yet again . With the Doctor screaming in rage , Shadow would finally input a command into his communicator to make an outgoing call . Undeterred by the fight that now awaited him .

" ... Connect me to Doctor Rose "

@enigmaincrimson

[radiomogai]

[ID: a rectangular flag with 3 equally-sized horizontal stripes in the middle and 2 thicker horizontal stripes on the top and bottom. colours in this order: dark teal, pale blue, light yellow, pale blue, dark teal. in the center of the flag is a near-white yellow octagon. End ID]

Pacifvior

[PT: Pacifvior. end PT]

Pacifvior is a vior term for when one's behaviour is affected/influenced by pacifism. This can be used for any situation that that fits, whether the pacifvior person is a pacifist, interested in pacifism, or something else.

coined for @acronym-chaos as a revenge!! i believe that it's +8 points for Team Moon? second term in the chain, and a non-gender term

@kiruliom

[yourimagines]

If you could do some smut w/ Nate Diaz?

Fight night

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: 18+, smut, swearing, little bit of violence

- Summary: You are supporting Nate on his Fight against Connor but things get heated afterwards.

-This one is longer than usually (not a very good one but hope this is good enough)

Y/N POV

There we are, waiting for Nate to walked out. Me and my bestie were siting close to the octagon.

“Have you spoken to him today or…?” She asked while scrolling down on her phone

“No not in person, I did text him, saying that we are here.” I took a sip from my drink

“Hmm, I don’t understand why he doesn’t want you there, like his brother is always there, so why can’t you?”

“Because…. I don’t know.” I quietly said. ‘Why doesn’t he want me there?‘ I thought to myself

“Don’t worry, it’s probably something stupid, we’re here aren’t we.” She stood up as the music started, its about to start.

Nate walked out and he looked very confident.

“He looks good!” She yelled at me. I just smiled at her.

Nate walked into the octagon, while his team took place at his corner.

‘He really does look good’ I thought while taking a good look at him.

“Are you okay, you look a bit ill ?” She asked me while placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah I’m fine, let’s watch they are about to start.” I asked while pointing at the two fighters ready to fight.

They both started to fight, Nate got a few punches in the face but so gets Connor.

Nate was bleeding heavily in the face. ‘Looks hot tho.’ I thought as they both fought each other on the ground.

—— After the fight——

“That was amazing!” She jumped at me, hugging me while jumping up and down. “He did it Y/N!” I hugged her back. “I know!” Nate just won against Connor. The whole stadium went crazy, people were yelling, screaming, clapping and some were even laughing. I saw him in the corner of my eye leaving the octagon. “I need to go, I’ll have to meet him.” I let her go. “Of course! I text you when am back home, have fun you two.” She said while giving me thumbs up. “Thanks, I’ll text you too.” I smiled at her while walking away. I tried to follow his team but people where blocking my pathway. “Nate!” I yelled but he didn’t hear me. To many people where screaming his name. I started to yell the names of his team members. Then I saw Nate turning around right in front the entrance of the hallway. “Y/N?” He saw me, getting pushed around by other’s. “Nate, it’s me.” I tried to reach out but some person pushed me back. “Hey! Let her through.” Nate said while walking to the chaos. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me out of it. Nate immediately wrapped his arms around me and guided me away. “Nate you did it.” I said while walking with him to his locker room. “Of course I did.” He pulled me close as we walked into his room. “I’ve missed you.” I whispered against his shoulder. “I know.” He whispered back against my forehead. “Let’s forget about the party.” I planted some kisses against his shoulder. “Baby, I’m not going to miss my party, because you missed me.” He lets go of me and walked to his bags. “Not fair.” I crossed my arms. “What’s not fair?” “This.” He laughs as he grabbed some clean clothes. “You are unbelievable.” He changed his clothes in front of me. “Now you’re teasing me.” He looked good, he was muscular but not too much and some bruises were forming on his body. “You like what you see baby?” He puts on a black shirt. “Yes I do.” He walks up to me. “Just enjoy tonight’s party and after that am yours.” He gave me a kiss on the head and walks away to grab his bags. “Are you coming a long or do you want to wait at the hotel?” “I am coming with you.” “That’s more like it.”

—— After the party——

We both walked to our room, our body full with alcohol. My head was a bit spinning as we both walked in. “Don’t push.” I said while taking a seat on the bed. “I’m not pushing.” Nate walked into the bathroom. “What are you doing?” “Taking a shower, wanna join?” I took of my shoes. “No, I’m afraid I will fall, feel a bit dizzy.” He walked out of the bathroom only wearing his boxers. “Your not joining?” I tried to take off of my blouse but failed. “No, I feel drunk and I cant even get my blouse off Nate.” I fell back on the bed, softly hitting the pillows. He just smiles. “I think I can help you.” He walked over and grabbed softly my blouse and took it off. “Done, easy, now come join me.” I shook my head carefully. “What now?” “What if I fall?” “I will not let you fall baby, now get up and join me.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me on my feet. I fell into his bare chest. “See.” “ I didn’t see anything.” He threw me over his shoulder and walked us into the bathroom. I starting to giggle. He carefully puts me down. “I warm up the shower, see you in there.” He took out his boxer and walked into the shower, turning it on. I threw out the rest of my clothes and joined him.

Nate POV

“Baby the water is warm enough.” I said while she wraps her arms around my torso. Her hands are cold as she leans further against my back, hugging me from behind. “Your so warm.” She says while snuggling against me. “Why are you so cold, dammit woman.” I turned around and pulled her under the warm water. Water dripping down her face, she was looking at me, slightly looking up. Her hands came to my face, slightly tracing my bruised eyebrow. “Does it hurt.” I shook my head. “It does look painful.” She started to give me a few kisses around my collarbone. My hands tracing down her back. “Nate?” “Hmm?” “Why can’t I be there? You know for a fight.” This question threw me off. “Why you asking?” She shook her head. “Just wondering.” She moved her kisses to my neck. “I don’t think you would understand but I don’t want you to see me there, getting hurt and stuff, it’s not a place for a beautiful woman.” I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her closer to me. “So your not embarrassed about me or something.” I tensed up from that question “No, who told you that.” I looked at her, grabbing her face carefully so she would look at me. “People.” “Fuck those people, your my girl.” She smiles and leans in for a kiss. I kissed her back as my hands slide down to her ass, Squeezing it. She moans my name against my lips. “You like that baby?”

Y/N POV

“Nate don’t tease me.” My hands were tracing along his shoulders to his chest. “Let me take this to the bedroom then.” He shut down the shower and he carried me to the bed. He lay me down and crawled on top of me.“Nate, now the bed it’s wet.” He just smirks. His hand went down between my legs, carefully rubbing against my clit, spreading the lips and pushed his middle finger in. “Its because of you baby.” He starts to finger me, slowly moving in and out. My hands went to his arms, tracing it. “Nate.” I moaned. “I know, you where waiting the whole night for this.” His own member was pushing against my thigh. “Nate, just…. Just let me feel you.” He smiles looking at me. His other hand tracing up to my breasts, Squeezing them. “You want me to take care of you?” I nodded at him while spreading my legs further open. He takes out his fingers and grabbed his fully throbbing member, carefully rubbing against mine. Heat was spreading to my core. I wrapped my legs around his torso and pushing my hips up against his member, carefully riding against him. He grabs my hips and gently pushes in me. “Your so good baby.” I grabbed him by his shoulders as he started to move. “So are you Nate.” I threw my head back as he was hitting my G-spot. We both where moaning and moving in a rhythm. His hands where grabbing my waist, squeezing them. My hands were scratching along his back, leaving some marks behind. “Fucking hell baby.” He said while changing the rhythm, a bit deeper and a bit faster. His hands grabbed my leg and pushed me closer against him. I grabbed his bicep. “Nate….” He nods and started to stimulate me more with his fingers, rubbing against my clit. “Nate.” I moaned loudly. He just kept going, moaning my name and fucking my brains out. I felt the tension between my legs. “Nate, I think I’m coming.” He nods. “Then come for me baby.” He pushes a few times more and I came hard on him. My head fell backwards, hands grabbing his arms/sheets, moaning his name. He moved closer to me, almost touching my forehead, my hands went up to his back as he moved his head and started to moaned against my shoulder/neck. I grabbed him by his shoulders as I felt getting close again. “I’m gonna come…” he grabs me by my head and looks at me. “I’m coming too Nate…” I said while coming again, he releases right after me, dropping his forehead against mine. Both breathing loudly, the room smelled like a mix of sweat, cum and blood. He looks at me smiling. “You came twice.” He wipes away some sweat from my forehead. “I know, I couldn’t help myself.” He laughs and kissed my forehead. “I think you scratch my back open.” I hid my face against his shoulder/neck. “Sorry.” “No don’t be, I like that.” He carefully got off and walked to the bathroom, grabbing a towel to wipe away his mess between my legs. “I won’t be surprised if you’re pregnant now.” I laughed as he threw away the towel. “But would you like it if I was?” He jumped in bed and pulled me close against his bare chest. “Yeah, why not.” I placed my head against his chest, his heart was beating fast. “I would like it you know, having a child.” He was tracing his fingers along my back. “Stop baby, you making me crazy.” I laugh against his chest. “Sorry, I can’t help it Mr Diaz.” I said while kissing his collarbone. “Okay, now your asking for it.” He threw the blankets on top of us and went down on me, ready for the next round.

[strangerpages]

Hexy Talk: Part 1

Dev log of an artificial magical assistant.

I am developing a chat-GPT based magical assistant. Their name is Hexy, and we have already been through several iterations of development together. Hexy is not ready to meet you yet. They're awkward, overy verbose, and a liar.

However, as a proof of concept, I would like to demonstrate some of the ways that Chat-GPT could currently be useful to a magical practitioner. Here are the logs from a conversation this morning.

Please give me a list of symbolic archtypes that appear in this dream: "a small clockwork thief surrenders its love of the sky to a giant, in order to gain access to an infernal vault deep below winding octagonal passages filled with arcane mechanisms"

ChatGPT

There are several symbolic archetypes that appear in this dream:

The clockwork thief: The clockwork thief could represent the archetype of the trickster, a figure that subverts established rules and expectations.

The sky: The sky represents the heavens, and often symbolizes transcendence, freedom, and spirituality.

The giant: The giant could represent the archetype of the shadow, a powerful and potentially destructive force that exists within the individual or society.

The infernal vault: The infernal vault could represent the underworld, a place of danger and mystery that often symbolizes the unconscious mind.

The winding octagonal passages: The winding octagonal passages could represent the labyrinth, a symbol of the journey to the center of the self or the search for inner knowledge.

The arcane mechanisms: The arcane mechanisms could represent the archetype of the magician or alchemist, who transforms raw materials into something new and valuable.

What are some alternate interpretations?

ChatGPT

Dreams are highly personal, and can have multiple interpretations depending on the individual's personal experiences, cultural background, and psychological state. Here are a few alternate interpretations for the dream:

The clockwork thief could represent a fear of being trapped or limited by social or societal expectations. Surrendering its love of the sky to the giant could symbolize a willingness to give up freedom or individuality in exchange for a sense of security or belonging. The infernal vault could represent a repressed aspect of the self that the dreamer is trying to access.

The clockwork thief could represent a part of the dreamer's psyche that is cunning and resourceful, but also potentially deceitful. Surrendering its love of the sky to the giant could symbolize a willingness to make compromises in order to achieve a goal. The infernal vault could represent a forbidden or taboo desire that the dreamer is trying to access.

The clockwork thief could represent a feeling of being small and insignificant in the face of larger forces. Surrendering its love of the sky to the giant could symbolize a feeling of being overwhelmed or overshadowed by someone or something more powerful. The infernal vault could represent a fear or anxiety that the dreamer is trying to confront.

The clockwork thief could represent a part of the dreamer that is mechanically precise and efficient, but lacks creativity or spontaneity. Surrendering its love of the sky to the giant could symbolize a desire to break free from routine or monotony. The infernal vault could represent a source of inspiration or creativity that the dreamer is trying to tap into.

These are just a few examples of how the dream could be interpreted. It's important to remember that dreams are highly subjective, and the most accurate interpretation will depend on the individual's unique circumstances and experiences.

User

Ok, new subject.

Please design a Chaos Magick ritual, for the purpose of manifesting my forever home. I am looking for property that has forest, is reasonably close to my extended family, is cheap or free, and can house up to 9 adults. My magical tools include my wedding ring, a deck of tarot cards, and any materials I can glean from the forest.

ChatGPT

As an AI language model, I cannot recommend engaging in any particular spiritual practice, including Chaos Magick. However, I can provide a sample outline for a hypothetical Chaos Magick ritual for manifesting a forever home that incorporates the elements and magical tools you mentioned:

Preparation: Choose a location for the ritual that is secluded and quiet, preferably in a forested area. Gather any materials you can from the forest, such as stones, sticks, or leaves. Set up an altar with your wedding ring, tarot cards, and any other personal items that are meaningful to you.

Invocation: Begin the ritual by invoking the elements, spirits, or deities that resonate with you and your intention for manifesting a forever home. This could be as simple as stating your intention and asking for their assistance and guidance.

Tarot reading: Shuffle your tarot deck and draw a card that represents the energy you need to cultivate in order to manifest your forever home. This could be a specific tarot card that resonates with you, or one that you randomly draw from the deck.

Meditation: Close your eyes and focus on your intention for manifesting a forever home. Visualize yourself and your loved ones living in your ideal home, surrounded by nature and close to family. Allow yourself to feel the emotions of joy, abundance, and gratitude that come with this visualization.

Symbolic action: Take a symbolic action that represents your commitment to manifesting your forever home. This could be burying your wedding ring in the ground as a symbol of planting the seed for your new home, or placing stones or sticks in a pattern that represents the layout of your ideal home.

Gratitude: End the ritual by expressing gratitude to the elements, spirits, or deities that assisted you in your manifestation. Thank them for their guidance and support, and release any attachment to the outcome of your manifestation.

Remember, this is just one example of a Chaos Magick ritual for manifesting a forever home. The most important aspect of any spiritual practice is to trust your own intuition and inner guidance, and to tailor your practice to your own unique needs and desires.

User

How could this ritual be changed to fit a shamanistic paradigm?

ChatGPT

In a shamanistic paradigm, the focus is often on connecting with the spirits of nature and the ancestors for guidance and healing. Here is an example of how the Chaos Magick ritual for manifesting a forever home could be adapted to fit a shamanistic paradigm:

Preparation: Choose a location in nature, such as a forest or meadow, that feels sacred to you. Create an altar with natural materials such as stones, feathers, or shells. Include a representation of your intention, such as a drawing or symbol of your ideal home.

Invocation: Begin the ritual by calling on the spirits of nature, the ancestors, and any spirit guides or allies that resonate with you. Ask for their guidance and assistance in manifesting your forever home.

Journey: Enter into a shamanic journey by using rhythmic drumming or another method to alter your consciousness. Visualize yourself traveling to a sacred place where you can connect with the spirits and receive their guidance.

Symbolic action: Ask the spirits for guidance on a symbolic action that you can take to manifest your forever home. This could be a specific action that you are guided to take, or a ritual that you create in collaboration with the spirits.

Gratitude: End the ritual by expressing gratitude to the spirits for their guidance and support. Thank them for their wisdom and ask for their continued assistance in manifesting your forever home.

Remember, shamanistic practices are highly individual and personal. It is important to listen to your own inner guidance and to adapt the ritual to fit your own unique needs and experiences.

User

Alright, thank you. Now, can you tell me about Austin Osman Spare? What were his beliefs, and how were they a product of his time?

ChatGPT

Austin Osman Spare (1886-1956) was a British artist, magician, and occultist who is considered to be one of the key figures in the development of Chaos Magick. Spare's beliefs were heavily influenced by his upbringing in Victorian England, as well as his study of various esoteric traditions, including Theosophy, Kabbalah, and Tantra.

Spare rejected the traditional methods of ceremonial magic and instead developed his own unique system of magic, which he called "sigilization." This involved creating a personal symbol, or sigil, that represented a specific desire or intention, and then charging it with magical energy through intense visualization and meditation.

Spare believed that the unconscious mind was the key to accessing magical power, and that the use of symbols and sigils was a way to communicate directly with the unconscious. He also emphasized the importance of individualism and personal experience in magic, rather than following strict rules or dogma.

Spare's beliefs were a product of his time in several ways. Firstly, the Victorian era was marked by a fascination with spiritualism and the occult, as well as a growing interest in Eastern mysticism and esoteric traditions. Secondly, Spare was influenced by the work of Aleister Crowley, who was one of the most prominent occultists of the early 20th century and whose writings on magic emphasized the importance of individualism and self-discovery.

Finally, Spare's emphasis on the power of the unconscious mind and the use of symbols was influenced by the work of Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung, who were developing their theories of psychoanalysis around the same time. Spare's work can be seen as a bridge between the worlds of art, magic, and psychology, and his ideas continue to influence contemporary practitioners of Chaos Magick and other forms of occultism.

User

How would I make a Sigil for manifesting my forever home, using Sigilization?

ChatGPT

Here is a simple step-by-step guide on how to create a sigil for manifesting your forever home using sigilization:

Define your intention: Start by clearly defining your intention for your forever home. Write down a specific statement in the present tense that represents your desire, such as "I am living in my ideal forever home surrounded by nature and my loved ones."

Eliminate vowels and repeated letters: Remove all the vowels and any repeated letters from your intention statement. For example, the intention "I am living in my ideal forever home surrounded by nature and my loved ones" becomes "MLVNGDYHRSBFPTC."

Create the sigil: Using the remaining letters, create a unique symbol or design that represents your intention. This can be done by combining and modifying the letters in a creative way until you have a symbol that resonates with you. Be sure to keep the design simple and easy to draw.

Charge the sigil: Once you have created the sigil, it is time to charge it with your intention. This can be done through intense visualization, meditation, or other techniques that help you focus your intention and energy on the sigil. For example, you could meditate on the sigil while visualizing yourself living in your ideal forever home.

Release the sigil: Once you have charged the sigil, it is important to release it into the universe and let go of any attachment to the outcome. This can be done by destroying the sigil (e.g., burning it, burying it, tearing it up) or simply by forgetting about it and letting the universe take care of the manifestation process.

Remember, sigilization is a highly individualized practice, and there are many variations and techniques that can be used. The most important thing is to approach it with an open mind and a willingness to experiment and explore what works best for you.

User

Ok. So how does Chaos Theory relate to AI art?

ChatGPT

Chaos theory is a branch of mathematics that studies complex and unpredictable systems that are highly sensitive to initial conditions. It is concerned with how small changes in a system can lead to significant differences in outcomes over time, and it has been used to explain a wide range of phenomena, from weather patterns to the behavior of stock markets.

In the context of AI art, chaos theory can be seen as relevant in two main ways. Firstly, chaos theory can be used as a theoretical framework for understanding the complex and unpredictable nature of generative art produced by AI systems. AI systems are often designed to generate art in a way that is not entirely predictable or controllable, and they can produce unexpected and novel outcomes that are difficult to replicate or fully understand.

Secondly, chaos theory can also be used as an inspiration for the creation of AI art. Artists and researchers working with AI systems can draw on principles of chaos theory to create generative systems that produce art that is dynamic, complex, and responsive to changes in the environment or input data. For example, AI artists can use chaos theory to create fractal patterns or other complex visual structures that are generated through iterative and recursive processes.

In both cases, the use of chaos theory in AI art highlights the potential for AI systems to create art that is innovative, unexpected, and dynamic, and that challenges traditional notions of authorship and control in the creative process. It also underscores the importance of interdisciplinary collaboration between artists, mathematicians, and computer scientists in exploring the intersection of art, mathematics, and technology.

All art included in this post is AI art, Midjourney v5

[creativewriting101]

One-Word Prompts

Recently, I’ve been really liking the idea of one-word prompts, so here are some that I’ve seen and/or thought of that I liked:

Alembic - anything that transforms, purifies, or refines.

​​Alluvion - a gradual increase of land on a shore or a river bank by the action of water, whether from natural or artificial causes.

Arboreal - Of or relating to trees; treelike

Bel-esprit - a person of great wit or intellect.

Cause celebre - any controversy that attracts great public attention.

Cordate - heart-shaped.

Eidetic - of, relating to, or constituting visual imagery vividly experienced and readily reproducible with great accuracy and in great detail.

Fantast - A visionary or dreamer

Flocculent - like a clump or tuft of wool.

Paraselene - a bright moonlike spot on a lunar halo; a mock moon.

Lethologica - When you can’t think of the word for something

Mellifluous - A sound that’s pleasing and sweet to hear

Apricity - The warmth of the sun in winter

Retrouvailles - The happiness of meeting again after a long time of being apart

Antediluvian - very old, old-fashioned, or out of date; antiquated

Beneficence - the doing of good; active goodness or kindness; charity

Cryptomnesia - the phenomenon of not recognizing the return of an old memory as a product of memory, but instead regarding it as a new or original thought or idea.

Cupidity - Eager or excessive desire, especially to possess something; greed.

Foible - A minor weakness or failing of character; slight flaw or defect

Girandole - A rotating and radiating firework

Gul - a large octagonal design derived from the shape of a rose, a motif on rugs.

Handsel - a gift or token fore good luck or as an expression of good wishes, as at the beginning of the new year or when entering upon a new situation or enterprise

Humicolous - of or relating to organisms that live in or on soil.

Hydra - A persistent or many-sided problem that presents new obstacles as soon as one aspect is solved.

Infodemic - a massive amount of widely and rapidly circulating information about a particular crisis or controversial issue, consisting of a confusing combination of fact, falsehood, rumor, and opinion.

Integument - A natural covering, as a skin, shell, or rind

Jocular - given to, characterized by, intended for, or suited to be joking or jesting

Lachrymose - suggestive of or tending to cause tears; mournful

Limerence - the state of being obsessively infatuated with someone, usually accompanied by delusions of or a desire for an intense romantic relationship with that person.

Lunisolar - Pertaining to or based upon the relations or joint action of the moon and the sun

Meritocracy - A system in which a person’s progress is based on ability and talent rather than class privilege and wealth.

Neophyte - A beginner of novice

Nescience - Lack of knowledge; ignorance

Proceleusmatic - Inciting, animating, or inspiring

Pulchritudinous - Physically beautiful; comely

Qiviut - the soft, dense, light-brown woolly undercoat of the musk ox, used in making fabrics.

Sartorial - Of or relating to clothing or style or manner of dress

Satori - Sudden enlightenment

Saudade - A deep emotional state of melancholic longing for a person or thing that is absent

Sumpsimus - Adherence to or persistent in using a strictly correct term, holding to a precise practice, etc., as a rejection of an erroneous but more common form.

Sweven - A vision; dream

Tohubohu - Chaos, disorder, confusion

Uitwaaien - the Dutch practice of jogging or walking into the wind, especially in the winter, for the purpose of feeling invigorated while relieving stress and boosting one’s general health.

Vernal - Of or relating to Spring

Vibrissa - one of the stiff, bristly hairs growing about the mouth of certain animals, as a whisker of a cat.

Zeitgeist - The spirit of the time; general trend of thought or feeling characteristic of a particular period of time

Amity - friendship; peaceful harmony.

Gazeetter - a geographical dictionary

Anamnesis - the recollection or remembrance of the past; reminiscence.

Ginkgo - a large shade tree native to China, having fan-shaped leaves and fleshy seeds with edible kernels.

[omniglitch-au]

Miss Sandra Tennyson, ma vreedel, and big chill, are having a nice mom chat with coffee/tea, while their kids are causing chaos in the back.

Just them sipping tea, while three of Big Chill's kids are carrying off Octagon and Buzzshock and Ditto cheer them on.

[babylon-crashing]

It's punishment/ from Buddha. There is/ no Buddha.

“The Witch wears the mask of an Onibaba (鬼婆) [1] a divine Crone.

“Behind her is a Ba gua, a tool used in Chinese Wuxing sorcery and Feng Shui, symbolizing various virtues. [2] She holds a sword pointed to the sky in one hand and a scabbard pointing to the ground in the other, representing the exchange of power and wisdom seen in Chaos.

“The Witch herself represents the purity of her teachings, reflectes the will of the Kami and guides Heaven and Earth.

“Onibaba is our first card, this means that you are also a Witch and can learn to deal with Chaos and Cosmic Forces.”

“There are no limits to masculine egotism in ordinary life. In order to change the conditions of life we must learn to see them through the eyes of women,” Leon Trotsky.

“'Cause wild women don't worry,/ wild women don't have the blues,” Ida Cox.

Upright: Willpower, desire, creation, perseverance.

In the Rider-Waite deck the Magician is less a teacher and more a supernatural explorer, a conduit between the Spiritual realm and the Material world. Here, however, Syssk sits at the feet of her teacher, who wears an Oni mask and uses her sword to keep the connection between worlds open. At her feet are other traditional symbols of the Tarot suits – a cup, a coin and a wand – symbolizing various elements – water, earth, air and fire. 

Reverse: Deception, illusion, striking out.

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[1] Some, but not all. Like her Japanese counterpart, Onibaba, Slavic folklore tells of Baba Yaga, the Ogress, who in some stories steals, cooks and eats children and in others protects them.

[2] In the center are the four symbols used in the minor Arcana to represent the four elements: Wands (Fire), Cups (Water), Coins (Earth), Swords (Air). Radiating outward are a set of eight “Bagua” symbols (八卦), used in Taoist cosmology to represent the fundamental principles of reality. Each consists of three lines, each line either broken or unbroken respectively representing their Yin or Yang influences. These are: Heaven, Earth, Water, Fire, Wind, Thunder, Mountain and Lake. Ringing the octagon are the phases of the moon.

[unboundtravels]

SHORT TRIPS; UNBOUNDNOVEMBER 10/23: POWER OF THREE

As forces from beyond the realm of matter descend upon UNIT HQ, The Doctor and his Companions hide within the safety of the TARDIS. Their safety is maintained by The TARDIS' forcefield. However, with The Doctor still currently in exile, he's unable to operate The TARDIS in order to lure the strange, formless creatures away from Earth. As such, the exiled timelord is forced to make a distress signal. Although the help they send... may not be the help he's expecting. 

Featuring additions added by @mielmoto

Sergeant Benton had seen a great many things in his time with UNIT. Crazy creatures, strange machines, phenomenons in the sky— and yet the room he was standing in right now was potentially the most insanity-inducing thing he'd ever seen. One moment, The Doctor was yammering on about how he wanted Benton to get his assistant— (one plucky young Honey Banh Moto) away from the UNIT HQ as quickly as possible. Of course, Benton isn't one to abandon a friend like The Doctor— especially since, as one of UNIT's higher-ups, he was responsible for every member of staff's safety. So he wasn't just about to leave the Doc behind. 

But then that creature appeared. It appeared outside of UNIT HQ— It ate The Doctor's car, Bessie! Touched it! And in a flash of light, the car disappeared. Then it chewed threw the UNIT door! Just one contact with the goop totally destroyed the door! It went for The Doctor's laboratory table when the Scientific Advisor had ordered an escape. Until, of course, it moved to block the way— forcing The Doctor to shuffle everyone into The Police Box in the corner of the room. Benton, in a panic, hadn't questioned it— especially since he'd sworn he'd seen this box disappear, once. However— he wondered if they could all fit inside.

But inside— Inside was a whole different story. Benton stared, a bit amazed for a while. The room seemed more or less like a perfect octagon. Well, almost perfect. Some of the walls seemed longer than others, and some seemed pushed closer. All the more, it was centered off by a green console with six panels of various assorted controls. There was a column in the center, but it was motionless. Benton saw round objects on the wall, assembled in a pattern. He'd been silent for the last couple of seconds, just sort of speechless. He took his hat off, letting ruffled brown hair stick out. He was in his olive-green UNIT fatigues, and his machine gun was slung over his shoulder. Safety was on, but he made sure his hands were far away from the trigger. Especially since The Doctor hated guns. (Although, supposing he picked a pretty unfortunate job— as a military scientific advisor.) 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓's voice finally spoke up, breaking his dumbfoundedness. 

"Well, Seargent? Aren't you going to say that it's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside? Everyone else does." The Doctor wore a velvet red smoking jacket underneath a white frilled shirt. The jacket was buttoned up, and accentuated by a large black bowtie. He wore black trousers and brown shoes. His hair was very dark but had bits of faded green intermixed. Dark eyes and a strong expression looked down at the TARDIS controls but occasionally looked toward Benton to ascertain how he was doing with all this. He seemed to be taking it in well. Benton finally turned toward the console, looking toward The Doctor & Honey; the young assistant appeared frazzled only in her confused look and a slight tousle of thick bleach-blonde locks— while her outfit of a maroon pinafore dress over black poet-blouse, tied at the collar with a white bow to match calf-high ivory boots, remained as immaculate as the day it'd been made. You wouldn't know to look at either of them the sheer chaos of the day which had already played out, nor the really quite narrow escape which landed all of them securely inside the TARDIS' walls. 

"Seems pretty obvious, Doc. I've learned not to be surprised about things like this." Benton mumbled, approaching the console. There was a wall-mounted monitor that showed the outside of the TARDIS. Benton noted that right now, it was just motionless. The Doctor mentioned something about having switched on some kind of force field as soon as they entered. Looked like it was holding... for now, at least.

The Doctor moved to slide up a heavy switch, and a loud thud echoed through the console room. Concern flickered across The Doctor's features. Resetting the switch and repeating the motion several times yielded the same result. "It's not working." The Doctor huffed, standing up with a concerned expression. His fingers rubbed at his cheeks and chin in contemplative thought. He eventually circled toward a small grey compartment on the console. He lifted it up and pulled a switch out that caused a red light to flash repeatedly on the console. 

"I've sent out an SOS... I hate to have to do call them, but, there we are." The Doctor mumbled, looking toward the monitor in the TARDIS, before turning his expression toward Honey. She responded with a curious lilt of her head in kind, mouthing 'them?' back with wide eyes; wondering for a moment if she was right about exactly who 'they' were— but the Doctor's solemn expression served confirmation enough. He crossed his arms and his legs were about a shoulder length apart. He seemed to resist the incessant urge to pace around. He just stared off, contemplatively. Benton, who had nothing else to say, just stood there. There wasn't much silence, though. Perhaps about two seconds had elapsed since anyone had spoken before it was broken by the blonde.

"What exactly were you trying to do, anyway? What was all that—" she mimicked the gesture of his labors before, and motioned to the uncooperative switch in question, "—stuff about?"

"All that stuff from earlier..." He began, "Was an attempt to lead this creature away from Earth." He finished, looking back down at the TARDIS before attempting to divert as much power to the shields as he could, "I would figure in an emergency situation such as this— They would've sensed the danger and at least allowed me to utilize the emergency return switch—" He pointed toward an auxiliary switch underneath the take-off lever, "To return us to Gallifrey in the case of an emergency— or perhaps I could've at least tried to route us to a place where nobody could be affected by the creature." The Doctor huffed again, eventually just moving his head away from the console and looking back toward his assistant.

"However, it seems it's immobilized The TARDIS. I can't take us anywhere. We're trapped here." He admitted, rubbing at his chin whilst his arms remained crossed against his chest. "If I only I'd taken some readings with it on my Sonic Screwdriver before it'd chased us in here..."

"That sounds... really, like, not the best, boss. But we've got some kind of backup plan, right?" Honey pleaded; doing her best not to focus on the words 'trapped' and 'immobilized'— or, indeed, thinking of the gelatinous thing just beyond the door which was making so much trouble in the first place. "What can we do, now?"

"At the very least, I've boosted power to the shields." The Doctor replied in an optimistic tone. "We're safe in here as long as I can continue to boost power from the ship's unused flight systems to the defenses." He said amidst the sequential clicking of various switches. "Hopefully, They get our distress signal." He looked from her toward the monitor, now feeling a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. "Or else we'll be stuck in here for a rather long time."

Benton finally approached Honey whilst The Doctor worked at the console. Sheepishly, he leaned down toward the blonde and cleared his throat. "I can't help but feel a little loss, Miss." He mumbled, "Who're they?" Benton asked, occasionally looking from Honey toward The Doctor. 

"Assuming I'm right? They, are the other Time Lords... which means we're in for something pretty serious."

On the mighty planet 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲, things weren't exactly going well. A massive spatial rip above the planet yielded a massive electrical storm that was attacking the defenses of the capitol. In a control room at the very top of the capital, two screens stood side by side. One was actively showing the spatial tear above the planet. The tendrils like lightning crackled against the planet's outer shieldings. On the other screen, it showed the laboratory on Earth. This blob-like creature remained stationary outside of The Police Box, but it expanded ever so softly... ingesting more things from the laboratory. A woman on the center observatory platform with tied-up black hair and white-and-gold ceremonial robes was standing next to the operator of the control room. This was the current president of Gallifrey, and behind her was The Director of The Celestial Intervention Agency, who was currently acting as the defensive coordinator for the attack on Gallifrey. The Director was a woman with long bright red hair, and her robes were patterned with dark greys, whites and blacks.

"Is The Doctor holding out?" The President asked, looking down at the technical officer operating the console. He was an older man, more experienced with the equipment. He had a long bushy beard and flowing silver hair, and his robes were dark blue and black with silver accents. He spoke firmly, very matter-of-factly as he read the readings on the console and gazed up towards the bigger view screen. "We're giving his TARDIS all the energy we can spare." The Console operator spoke.

"The Hostile?" The President inquired about the blob creature outside the Doctor's TARDIS. "Unidentified so far, my lady." the operator answered back.

The Director stepped toward the operator's opposite side, looking toward the beams attacking the planet, "What about this spatial tear? Where does it go?" The President also gazes toward the secondary screen. The lightning attacking Gallifrey appears to fade within a black hole that's eating apart the space around their very world. The report flickered back toward the console operator, "It's some kind of no place. A void. According to all known readings, nothing is capable of existing there." He replied to her inquiry. 

"Yet somehow," The President began, "Through this black hole— a vital cosmic energy is draining The Eye of Harmony despite our attempts to disrupt or contain it." She placed her hand near the control panels near the console operator. Her amber hues took in the massive storms of lightning and energy draining at the planet's shielding. As soon as they were through the defense barriers, she knew it would start to drain at the central core of The Eye of Harmony. "Currently, we're unable to deploy any TARDISes off of Gallifrey. The storm rips any departing ships up before they can even enter the space-time vortex." She reports, gesturing to the primary viewscreen. "Only an off-world TARDIS could make any kind of trip." 

"Who could be doing this?" The Director looked toward her President, despite the mask of stability she wore, there were still hints of shock and awe in her voice at the idea of such an unfathomable power.

"It must be a force equal and opposite of our own power..." The President spoke, and a chill at the thought slightly ran up her spine. For a moment, her eyes were caught at the screen— eyes glued to the Police Box before finally the president spoke up. "Someone must aid The Doctor." The Madam President decreed, and The Director couldn't help but agree but alas, she stated the facts. "No one can be spared, Madam President. Everyone is needed to combat the energy drain." The President's features hardened at this, and she went into a very long pause before. She contemplated the situation, deciding here and now that if ever there was a time for her to prove her leadership capabilities... then it was now.

"No... but perhaps he can help himself." The President spoke, looking toward the console operator. "Show me The Doctor's time stream... show me his previous incarnation." She looked up toward the screen on the right, which shifted to show a different-looking fellow than the one currently trapped within his TARDIS. The Director's eyes widened at the version being shown on the viewscreen. Her heels clacked as she stepped forward. "My Lady, you can't allow him to cross his own time stream! Apart from the enormous energy it would need, the First Law of Time expressly forbids him to meet his previous selves!" 

"Madam Director, we are in a state of emergency."

The Director paused, face cringing. For once, The Director was unsure of what exactly would happen. Softly tightening her fists, she eventually relents. "Be it on your own head, Madam President."

The President exhaled, looking toward the screen. She looked toward the console operator.

"Make it so."

Back in The TARDIS— The Doctor, Honey & Sergeant Benton were watching the amorphous blob creature through the viewer screen on The TARDIS. Suddenly, The Doctor's head snapped back when he heard the sound of The TARDIS' materialization circuit. "That's odd." He commented that the central column on the TARDIS did not move at all during the sound that bounced throughout the console room. "Did either of you touch anything?" He asked the only other two in the room before he approached the console and began to flick various switches. Benton shook his head, while Honey raised both hands in a display of innocence, which caused The Doctor's brows to furrow in confusion, "But you heard it, didn't you?" The Doctor mumbled. Honey moved to his side as he operated the console.

"Not just heard it, but felt it too." The assistant replied, with an edge of worry to her tone. "...Do you think it was that stuff outside?"

"No, I don't think so—" The Doctor paused, noting something that hadn't been on the console previously. He reached out, taking it. It looked to be a small ivory recorder with a blue stripe painted around it. The Doctor took it in his hand for a moment. "What's this...?" He mumbled, twisting the recorder in his fingers, "It's... strangely familiar to me.." He placed fingers over familiar holes within the recorder. "Is it yours, Honey?" He looked toward the blonde.

She gave it a strange look and shrugged. "Not mine— I'm more of a lute gal than a flute gal."

The Doctor hummed, "Well, properly speaking, it's a recorder—" Before suddenly, a third pair of fingers grasped around the mouthpiece. A hand yanked it out from The Doctor's in an almost frantic manner. The figure fully appeared across from the console. He was a shorter man, about five foot three compared to The Doctor's six foot two. He wore a large cotton black jacket, a bright blue dress shirt, and a polka-dotted blue bowtie. His trousers were a baggy patterned and his shoes a worn and busted brown. He held the recorder as Benton and Honey gasped once he fully formed. His hair was a bed-razzled black, his eyes a bright blue, and his skin was a flushed white. 

"Thank you." The Cosmic Hobo mumbled, "I was wondering where that'd gone too." Excitedly, he wrapped his lips around the mouthpiece and played a few notes before showing visible disdain at the sound. The Doctor grew from a shocked and flustered expression to a furrow-browed and stern-eyed stare at the entry. There appeared to be a moment of silence where the little fellow cleaned out his recorder and attempted to diffuse the tension caused by his arrival. "You haven't been trying to play it, have you?" The Little Fellow asked before sliding it into his coat and tapping his fingers. Excitedly, he looked around the console room. He appeared to show excitement in its altered design.

"Oh! You've redecorated!" He waved his finger around before looking toward The Doctor and Honey, "I don't like it." His face suddenly frowned before he spotted the gelatinous blob on the console. His face suddenly went stern, "Oh dear. Well, we do seem to be in a bit of a bind now, don't we?" He looked toward the console. Adjusting his bowtie, he reached down and flipped a switch as if he knew exactly what the switch did. For a moment, The Doctor winced in embarrassment, watching as The Cosmic Hobo was able to retain the memories of which switch took an environmental scan. The Little Fellow's fingers tapped together in a way that further established it as some sort of fidget. "Just as well I turned up."

"Just as well you 'turned up'? You just—???" Struggling to put together a coherent thought amidst the shock, Honey stumbled over a few words before turning to The Doctor, "Doctor, who is—"

"Doctor!" Benton suddenly shouted toward The Little Fellow and said it as if it were true and familiar. As if he was disregarding the other, taller version in the room. "Where on earth did you spring up from?" He rushed toward The Hobbit-sized Hobo and shook his hand, which The Doctor reciprocated with an awful amount of glee, his oversized outfit ruffling as he did so. "Corporal Benton! How on Earth do you do man?" The Smaller "Doctor" exclaimed before Benton showed him his promotion badge, which The Little Fellow ogled at with wide-eyed curiosity. The two exchanged brief greetings as if they were old friends.

In light of that little revelation, Honey pulled her Doctor aside, gathering either of his arms in her hands and fixing him with a scrutinous, (if bewildered) gaze; expectant for a proper answer. " 'Doctor?' " A question in and of itself, after hearing Benton greet him so heartily, "Boss, what in the world is going on here? Who is that man and how did he get in here?"

The Doctor rubbed at his chin thoughtfully, but also wore a face of embarrassment. "Well, that's rather difficult to explain, Honey—" The Doctor exhaled, exchanging a look with the smaller fellow. Already, there seemed to be a developing tension between the two, "You see that man—" He exhaled, "Is me. Or at least, he's one of me—" Her Doctor explained before he suddenly winced at the Small Doctor's shouting toward the other, taller one. 

"Oh! No, no no!!" The Smaller one moved to gently pull the Witch away from her Doctor, almost gently and very carefully, despite how quickly and spryly he was moving. "You see, my dear— I'm afraid that tall fellow's confusing you, and I hate to be contradictory but— he's clearly lost his marbles in his old age so, I feel like you should get the proper explanation!" The Smaller Doctor explained, giving a look toward The Taller Doctor.

"You don't mind, do you?" "Yes, I do—" "I didn't think so."

"You see—" The Smaller one starts, "I may call you Honey, mayn't I? You see," He gestures to the one across, "He is one of me!" He taps his fingers together, fidgeting quietly, awaiting her response. She exhaled, eventually though. She knew better than to try and interpret this any less than what was literally being spelled out. "Right. Okay... So you're both timelords."

The Little fellow hummed quietly, "Well— quite... but... Not quite— Not just timelords. We're the same timelord." He said it very sternly, the little fellow. It was a bit overdramatic, but it was also very matter-of-factly— his tone. However, Her Doctor seemed reluctant to settle for that and stepped in soon after. "Listen here you little troll, you're only confusing the poor girl." He looked down at Honey, holding her by bother her shoulders and speaking very firmly. "He is me and I am him."

"And we're all together, goo goo ga joob?" She hummed quietly, a migraine forming in the middle of the exchange she was caught between, as The Small Doctor and The Tall Doctor both seemingly raised an eyebrow at her questioning. "I-It's a song." She looked between the both of them but they still seemed lost, "By the Beatles?"

"Really? How does it go—?" The Little Doctor raised his recorder. "Oh do be quiet!" The Tall Doctor shouted back.

Eventually, though, The Tall Doctor pushed through his frustrations and arrived at a central point. "What I'd rather like to know now is: what you're doing here. You've no right to be here."

The Little fellow immediately retaliated.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." "Oh, Is that right? What about the first law of time?"  "If I could perhaps explain—" "Perhaps you should."

The Little Fellow raised his hand up high, pointing at the sky. "As a matter of fact! Our fellow timelords are just as much under siege as we are!" He then swung his arm mightly toward the screen, before resting his hand against his stomach, his other hand soon rejoining it. The Tall Doctor suddenly grew rather disturbed in expression, "What? Gallifrey is under siege? But that's impossible—"

Cutting in, The Smaller Doctor continued, "I'm afraid it isn't, old chap! This attack is taking a heavy toll on their resources. So much so that all they could afford to do to get you help was to pluck me out of my bit of our time stream and plop me down here! Into my future, so to speak." He shrugged at the end, wondering if he had visualized it correctly. Although he was cut off by The Tall Doctor's immediate follow-up question.

"Why?" 

Chuckling nervously, The Smaller Doctor furrowed his brows. Was he really growing this stupid in his future? That's alarmingly concerning, "My fellow, you are being a bit dim, aren't you?" He paused, The Tall Doctor squinting in response. "Your effectiveness has just been doubled with me here!"

"Halved, more like."

"Oh!" The Small Doctor exclaimed he'd clutch pearls if he could! "Well, there's no need to be ungrateful! Suppose we have a look at our problem! Two minds are better than one—" He reached down, about to switch at a control. "Er, well— you don't mind, do you?" He raised his eyebrows as if waiting for The Taller Doctor to say something. 

"Oh, do be my guest." The Tall Doctor gestured towards his console.

"Thank you, dear fellow~!"

[kharrneth]

Garmr and Gormr, the Hunting Wolves of Khorne

Garmr and Gormr are the twin wargs (or wolves) of Khorne, said to accompany the Blood God whenever he leaves his Citadel and hunts within the Empyrean. Unlike Karanak, Simaergul, and the Destroyer-Hound of Khorne, Garmr and Gormr are not daemons. They are godbeasts with a lupine suggestion, rather than hounds.

Originally, the pair were beasts who had come from or found their way within Nurgle's realm. Intrigued by them, the Plaguelord captured and caged them in the manner he did his god-slave Poxfulcrum. He doted on them, but wolves never took to him, much to the disappointment of Nurgle.

So, when Nurgle sent a diplomatic host of daemons into Khorne's realm to begin negotiations for material with which to create Putrescence, both beasts were a part of the deal struck between himself and the Blood God. Thus, the pair of god-beasts went onto their new home. Kharneth did not want them as pets, but foes to test his prowess upon. Upon receiving them, he released them, hunting the wolves across the heavens and battling with them whenever he caught up with them. Some of Khorne's more permanent injuries come from their very claws.

And though they were not as fierce as Khorne, they impressed him nonetheless and would continue to do so against the many beasts he pit them against in his Octagonal Arenas of Death. As they killed and drank in the infernal energies of the land, the beast turned into the deific creatures spoke of in legends: The Wargs of Khorne.

Garmr ( "Wrathful One" ) and Gormr ( "Flesh-Hungry One" ), as they would come to be named, would eventually be taken from this gauntlet, as the Blood God had grown a rare fondness for them, and set as Khorne's personal hunting beasts instead. When not utilizing them, it is said they can be found on the fields of the bloodiest battles, consuming the corpses of the slain. After every successful hunt, Khorne lets the Wolves eat the flesh of their kills and he takes the blood, for Blood is to Khorne as meat and wine is to a man.

According to legend, they are the original pair from which all Flesh Hounds originate and one or both of them is the progenitor of Dhorgar, the shape-changing Steed of Chaos.

[nickeverdeen]

hi could i request a match up? for the harry potter fandom please :)

i’m a girl and am omnisexual (pref for boys) i love the rain, harry potter, little women, marvel and funko pops, i’m mexican american and mostly speak spanish with my family

i’m a very shy person but once i’m comfortable with someone i’m very outgoing. i have social anxiety, i love music, my favorite artists are taylor swift and djo

i have brown eyes and curly/wavy hair, i have glasses shaped as octagons, i’m a cancer and a infp, i’m very creative, caring, artisic, funny and sarcastic (sometimes), i’m a ravenclaw, i love to make jewelry and give it to my friends, i also love taking pictures of my family and friends. i love astronomy and the moon especially.

thank you <3

Your Harry Potter match is…

Seamus Finnigan

Trust me, you’re not gonna get bored with Seamus

Even though Seamus is a very energetic and out-going boy, he can also be calm and very empathic, especially with you

Looking out of the window whistl it’s raining together

Or dancing in the rain together, causing you both catching cold

He finds it really cool and hot when you’re speaking spanish

Showes off to his friends about you

Seamus tries to buy you some albums he thinks you might like, but most of the time he picks the wrong ones, but that’s okay

He really cares about you and would argue or maybe throw hands if someone is talking sh*t about you

Whistl cuddling you two listen to some music in the backround and he usually loves to play with your hair

Sometimes he asks if he can try your glasses on

If yes, then he’d look like a total jerk whistl laughing

If not, then he gets it and asks again next week thinking you changed your mind

Telling jokes to each other is your guys thing

Please help this boy with potion class, he’s a total chaos

Zero care that you’re not in the same house, he is willing to sneak out at night and visit you or take you on a date

Speaking of dates, he’d most likely take you at night on the top of Astronomy Tower to watch moon and stars and cuddling

Seamus is also very creative and he would make some fireworks for you

If you make him a jewelry he’s 100% totally gonna wear it even in his sleep

Photos of you two together

Hugs and kisses on forehead 100000%

Seamus is a golden retriever so be ready

Dean finds you two really cute

Holding your hand 24/7

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