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The Four States of Mind: Embracing the Power of Focused Awareness
In the journey of spiritual practice, understanding the nature of the mind is crucial. Among the various states of mind, four are often highlighted as key stages: the ordinary mind, the focused mind, the concentrated mind, and the meditative mind. While much emphasis is often placed on achieving the concentrated or meditative states, it’s important to recognize and value the role of the focused…
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#awareness training#concentration#conscious living#contentment in practice#focused awareness#Focused Mind#Inner peace#Meditation practice#meditation techniques#Meditation Tips#meditative state#mental clarity#Mindfulness#mindfulness practice#Self-Realization#spiritual awareness#spiritual growth#spiritual journey#spiritual mindfulness#states of mind
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I like to think combat training for these two became more complicated as they got older, if you know what I mean
I colored the last one first and then lowered my standards. give it up for 10yo ambrosius and his glaringly yellow shirt
#also I realized while drawing this that I’ve been making his hair longer than it is in the movie#oh well#nimona#nimona 2023#nimona movie#ballister boldheart#ambrosius goldenloin#ballister x ambrosius#goldenheart#finley cannot draw#I learned that I do not draw children very often#it’s FINEEEEE#anyway. I live for content of the boys in their institute era. mutual pining. sappiness. never being able to tell anyone.#increasingly charged sparring practice#YOU GET IT
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black girls,
write the content you want.
i’m serious.
idc if you think it’s gonna flop.
idc if you think you’re a terrible writer or artist.
idc if you believe that character/celebrity/athlete/whoever likes black girls or not. (who cares what the fandom says anyway!)
idc if you’re the first and only one to start that _____ x black reader tag.
make the content you want to see!
do it for you most importantly! (you will inspire others ofc)
in conclusion, you won’t get it if you won’t make it.
#black reader#black girl#black writer#black people#black content creator#black fanfic reader#black fanfic writer#x black reader#x reader#x black!fem!reader#marvel x black!reader#anime x black!reader#dc x black!reader#slasher x black!reader#i’m serious#you gotta make it girl#i was in the same boat just desperately waiting#and waiting for my asks to be accepted#not anymore#just write that scenario#if you can read it#you can write it#it’s gonna take practice and research#but you got this black girl#love a black woman from infinity to infinity
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baby brightbill and his momma
#the wild robot#roz the wild robot#brightbill the wild robot#these sweethearts#i will never get over how lovely they are i mean seriously#part 6 or something of wild robot content#this is also color theory practice for me#art#my art
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andrew handpicks robin for the foxes and robin becomes the last official member of the monsters and andrew gives robin his bed and robin sits with andrew and neil on the couch and andrew gives robin his knives and nicky leaves robin a key to the columbia house and robin becomes neil's best friend in neil's fifth year and wymack makes robin vice-captain then captain
#my posts#my aftg posts#aftg#all for the game#the foxhole court#robin cross#tfc#aftg extra content#the sunshine court#if you don't know about her you are missing out#andrew basically strongarms her into growing a spine#they put her back together as a person and also helped her as a player#she joins andrew and neil's night practices#please i'm so sad that we never get to meet her#IM SO SAD THAT KEVIN NEVER GETS TO MEET HER#or he probably does but you know what i mean
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#doodled this as practice for the recent fragments episode#don't expect much ryne content though#my interest in her doesn't reach blorbo levels.#ffxiv#ryne waters#minfilia warde#own: next lvl#radar
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Honestly I think a lot of people who have never made a gif for tumblr don't get that it does actually take time and effort, its not just rip it from a video and post it- you have to download the video, in my case I have a video player installed that grabs continuous caps, figure out what parts you need, you have to open those in photoshop or gimp, depending on where you got photoshop you might be paying for it every month and then on top of that is actually sizing, cropping, colouring, sharpening, adding text, etc. etc. like it is something that takes time and effort for which the only real reward is creating something that makes you happy and hopefully people reblog it with a nice or funny tag, so maybe keep that in mind the next time you think gif makers are being mean or unfair for being upset about reposts. It is its own little artform that is fairly unique to this website, and that's a big aspect of why I have always loved tumblr, if all the gifmakers stopped posting things would be a lot more boring around here.
#like its well known reposting art or fic is rude so idk why gifs are free game#and why people are always so ~its just a gif~ okay well if its *just* a gif then you go and make one to that quality#oh wait you cant bc it actually does take time and practice#ive been at this for years and i still dont know all the tips and tricks#also the reason i mention all the software needed is bc like. you have to find install learn and it takes up space on the drive#so just reblog stuff and appreciate people that make fun content
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she would've told them unlike her canon! version who decided not to be an ally smh
#one piece#trans!sanji#sanji#kiku#yamato#ワンピース#I'm practicing my japanese shhhhhh#(日本語のペラペラ人:俺は文法とか書く方とか間違ったら教えてください😅ありがとうございます)#translation:#Yamato: I'll be able to get as strong as Oden?#Sanji: Probably... 🤔#[meanwhile Kiku is remembering the time in the hot spring]#(Sanji: Nami-chan!!!)#(Nami: Shut up!! The women's bath is supposed to be a peaceful place!)#Kiku: I am also ⚧️ ... o.o#(y'all english speakers had me all to yourselves for a decade it's about time I start to also sometimes make stuff in my next language lol#notably for media *from* that language#same as it made sense to make fan content in english for [american superhero franchise we don't talk abt anymore] back in the day#(happy seasonal reminder that Ren Is Not A Native English Speaker and This Is My 5th Language hi 😅))#while looking up reference for this I learnt that the straps to tie back the kimono sleeves are called tasuki#also I decided yamato get big muscles cause he got them kaido genes in im (I also gave him his dad's young-man-facial hair)#the more I do transition projections for one piece characters while tryna adhere to the style the more I learn that sometimes stylisation#uses bones less as literal determinants for where things go and just kinda exaggerates shapes based on vibes alone instead#meaning trans characters' bones wouldn't literally stay looking the same in that stylisation in the way they do irl#they'd get exaggerated differently based on what the surrounding stuff is doing#I still think oda's transition demonstration when we first met iva was unreasonable even with that in mind tho
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Thoughts and doodles
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(Please do not use, or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me thank you <3)
#deersart#my art#Psychonauts#psychonauts 2#psychonauts raz#razputin aquato#psychonauts razputin#coach oleander#morceau oleander#psychonauts oleander#truman is technically also there but it’s plant Truman so does it even count#maligula is there to but like Truman she’s not relevant enough to count here#i have so many thoughts#like- how long did it actually take Raz to get to camp#we know he went by horse and got dropped of by a truck at some point#but what else#how long was it#the longer it is the more concerned it makes me#mr eats nothing but candy and the occasional roasted animal#i also have thoughts about morry’s tiny little ‘office’ y’all get this man an actual office smh#raz thought plant Truman’s fire breathing was cool. nuff said.#coach is built like a yam /aff#I’m not as content with that train painting as I’d like to be but hey practice makes perfect y’a know#tw vomit#tw emetophobia#i mean not really really but kinda#saw someone tag it so I figured I probably should just incase
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A fierce duel commences!
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#game dev diary#This was a test to figure out busts (art style & methodology as well as implementation & uploading)!#Game progress is going well! It is not the most showy content at the moment though....but soon!#I have made more spritesheets + wrote a 20 page script for the beginning of the game + lots of mechanical stuff.#OOH and our main town has a map and I've hammered out most of the major character designs!#(I have a comic I will share later this week about how character design talk in a team setting has been going so far.)#This gif is to share a little bit of whimsy and joy with you all. Because we are having so much fun!#Fanart like this is great for practicing a new medium! Also very few people would care to see my custom windowskins.#(This gif is pre-custom windowskins sadly. Next game dev update will have them though!)#Thank you all for being here at the start of my journey B*)#By the way yeah I do think WWX would be a menace when it comes to taking his medication.#WWX's toxic masculinity trait is thinking he's invincible and doesn't need medication.#He would get worms and go 'Nah my immune system will handle it.' Which. No. Please take worms seriously.#LWJ on the other hand would be the model medication taker. He's got a schedule. A weekly organizer. He's a doctor's dream patient.
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JFKinger HD
#The Amazing Digital Circus#Kinger#OG Junipei content#IDK I just wanted to do some background practice so I remade this one
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maybe the 2.7k word essay gave it away but i like radiostatic a little bit😨 anyways here is my own interpretation of alastors outfit from the AMAZING series 666: live on air! by @prince-liest (hope you do not mind the tag !!)
#brief recess from ace attorney content to indulge my inner christian borle fanboy#my art#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel valentino#+ one tiny angel dust#radiostatic#very out of practice drawing dresses and valentino…..both were surprisingly fun
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close to your heart and that bed of yours too
you've been having the same weird dream about dan heng, over and over, and it just so happens that he's had the same dream, too.
dan heng x gn reader — 2.4k — super suggestive content but definitely nothing serious or graphic, some guilt abt attraction, dreams, romantic fantasies but not weird ones, kissing and closeness and physical touch, literal sleeping together
notes: forgive me and my debaucherous writing... this is nowhere near smut but it's definitely suggestive they get touchy and feely but it's very emotions-focused...oh my god what did i write this is so
—°+..。*゚。*゚+.*.。.—
It’s probably not possible to get cabin fever on a constantly-running space train, but that’s the only reasonable explanation for the weird, weird recurring dream you’ve been having about Dan Heng. It’s not— not that weird, not weird enough that you feel like a complete deviant, but enough for you to realize that it’s a complete reflection of your innermost thoughts and desires, and that scares you more than anything.
The dream— it goes like this:
You wake up—not in real life, but in the dream world, which freaked you out the first time because you didn't realize you were dreaming at all so you thought everything was entirely real—and it’s usually because of the noise of your door sliding open. The instinct to look and see who it is doesn’t hit you. You lay there, gaze fixed distantly on the steel surface of your ceiling until the feeling of your bedsheets moving next to you pushes you to full awareness.
You still don’t move your gaze until you feel a body—warm, breathing, real real real?—lift up your blankets and slide underneath them, pressing next to you, curling into your side as if seeking out your life source. Your breath catches in your throat every single time as you turn to see that it’s Dan Heng, still dressed in his work clothes because he doesn’t understand the concept of pajamas, and his arm reaches around you and curls around your shoulder and he rests his head on your collarbone, gently, and you can feel his breath fan against the fabric of your shirt and your skin.
Dan Heng says your name with reverence, with something like desire, and it makes your stomach clench and he turns his body into you more. He tucks his leg between yours—not moving, just sitting there, a reminder of him, his warmth—and he’s so, so warm, it amazes you that he’s like a furnace, and that he’s so unbothered by laying so close to you under all of your blankets.
And he says your name again, each and every time, and it spurs something in you and you bring your arms around him each and every time, and pull him close, and feel the way he shudders, like a cold breeze wracking his body, like he’s never been this close to anyone before, and it dawns on you that he probably hasn’t—and that thought alone spirals into the realization that Dan Heng would never do this—
And then you wake up. Each time.
The first time it happened, you didn't realize it was a dream, and you were so overwhelmed with thought after thought and feeling after feeling and sensation after sensation. When you finally woke up, it felt like you were grieving a loss. You felt too cold, and too empty, and curled into yourself and laid in your bed for an hour taking in shaky breaths until you finally got over yourself.
You couldn't face Dan Heng for that entire day. Which was fine, because he spent his whole day in his room shuffling through the archives, so he was easy to dodge. But then you dreamt of him again. And again, and again, and then it just became a part of your nighttime routine to dream of your own friend so intimately and then wake up and pretend like nothing matters and nothing changed. Pretend like you didn't feel anything, and pretend like these dreams didn't flood you with guilt about your sick sick feelings and your sick sick fantasies.
You tried to rationalize it, make yourself feel less awful. The dreams never went past him laying beside you, for the most part, and you preferred it that way. If they got any more intimate than they already were, you would’ve thrown yourself off the Express the next morning.
Regardless, the Dan Heng in your dream and the Dan Heng that you saw every morning were different people, because the Dan Heng you saw every morning would never get so close to you. Would never lay in your bed and breathe on your neck like that.
Never. That distinction is the only thing that convinces you to let yourself dream. You indulge, and it’s sickening, but you let your dreams happen over and over, and each time you hold Dan Heng tighter and tighter and tighter, and let him breathe against your neck, and feel the rush of his blood circulating through his body.
One night, in one iteration of this dream, Dan Heng kisses you. It feels so real that it makes you nauseous. His lips were warm and damp and clumsy against the corner of your mouth, and he let out anxious breaths until you tangled your hands in his hair and tugged him closer and kissed him back.
You woke up sick, running to your bathroom to puke in the sink as your hands shook in guilt. Somehow, you could still talk to Dan Heng normally that day, stomach twisting only the slightest bit whenever your gaze lingered on him for too long.
Welt might have noticed how weird you were acting. There was a nagging furrow in his brow and he caught your gaze more than once and each time, you felt waves of humiliation crash into you, flooding you in heat and guilt and vertigo. He looked like he wanted to pry in that odd, awkward, old-man-paternal way of his, but you just shook your head and looked away and begged, hoped, wished upon a star that you would have a normal dream tonight.
The night— it goes like this:
You lay in your bed, staring at your ceiling, leftover remnants of guilt swimming in your lungs and nightly congestion forcing you to take shallow breaths through your mouth. Thoughts run through your mind and slam into your skull at rapid speed. Has Dan Heng noticed how weird you’ve been acting? He hasn’t treated you any differently, but maybe it’s out of pity. Maybe you haven’t been paying enough attention, because you’re so busy replaying that dream over and over and over, obsessive, wondering if you should just let go of the rope you’re suspended on and slam into the water and drown in your wants and your needs.
So you close your eyes, and you let yourself drift off and wake back up in your dream. You’re on your side now, instead of on your back, and the door is on the far wall behind you. You still hear it slide open, as it always does in this dream, and the footsteps get closer until you hear the shuffling of someone kneeling behind you. And then there’s nothing.
Your blankets don’t get lifted up. There’s no warm body tucking itself next to you. But there’s— a voice, Dan Heng’s voice, and your heart sinks into your stomach as you hear the pitch of his voice, the vibrations of sound.
“Are you awake?”
Your brow furrows, and you clench and unclench your fists twice before parting your dry, trembling lips. He’s never spoken in a dream before, not like this. He’s only ever said your name. Your fingers twitch with the instinct to pinch yourself.
“Yes,” you respond, hoping that the confusion isn’t clear in the timbre of your voice. “What’s— is something wrong?”
“No,” he says immediately. Clothes rustle as he adjusts himself. You’re scared to turn around and face him. You don’t know what you’d see. “You…” and he pauses, thinking of his words. Dan Heng would rather take a full minute to think about what to say, what words to pick, instead of stumbling over syllables, and it’s so unlike your own habits and as you think of this, your fingers twitch again. This time with the desire to hold his hand, because that’s what you’re supposed to do in this dream, but everything feels too real now and you don’t know where you are.
Finally, he finds his words. You’re patient with him. “I can’t sleep alone,” he whispers, as if embarrassed to admit it, “not tonight. I trust you.”
God. He can’t say that. He shouldn’t say that, because your head is spinning and you’re going to throw up. Your hand finds the strength to pick itself up and pinch the skin of your forearm. You’re not dreaming.
“Yeah,” you cough out, sniffling afterwards to cover up your budding anxiety as you finally sit up and turn to face him. “Yeah, you can, um. Sleep here.”
When he finally enters your field of vision, he looks the same as he always does—both in your dreams and in real life. It makes you sick. The guilt that you feel now comes more from the fact that he’s still in his typical outfit instead of pajamas.
“Dan Heng,” you start as you shuffle back on your bed to make space for him. He follows your motion, kneeling on the edge of your mattress before adjusting the sheets around you to tuck himself underneath and lay down. “We need to get you pajamas. I don’t know how you sleep like that.”
“I don’t sleep,” he admits, “not usually. I don’t need a lot of sleep.”
“You do. You might not think so, but you probably do. I wish I had a spare set of pajamas, but— they’re all, um, in the wash right now.”
“It’s okay. Your blankets are nice.”
Words tingle against your gums, syllables of confessions lighting up in your mouth. You want to tell him that a dream-version of him has slept under a copy of these blankets multiple times before, that you’ve dreamed for weeks about him curled into you and sleeping, and saying your name, and kissing the corner of your mouth. Right now, you’re just laid side-by-side, shoulder-to-shoulder, but you can feel how warm he is and his hand is so close to yours and you just want to hold it. You want him to say your name and look at you and hold your hand.
“Good,” you say instead of everything else that you could say, because you have a sense of self control at times.
Then Dan Heng says your name, rolling onto his side to face you, hands tucked underneath the side of his face in a stupidly endearing sleeping position. You follow suit, because your self control isn’t that strong. He doesn’t say anything else. Just your name, once. With reverence and desire. Maybe you’re dreaming it, but you pinch your knuckles again and yet you’re still in the same room with the same man in front of you.
One of your arms is bent between you two, hand resting on the pillow that separates you two. Dan Heng’s own hand—warm, and breathing, and real— comes up to rest on top of yours, and you cannot believe any of this is happening. You want to pinch yourself again but his hand is curling around yours and he’s inching forward and you hope that your deer-in-headlights expression doesn’t scare him off.
“Dan Heng,” you whisper, voice cracking with an embarrassing desperation. It’s a warning for him, before he does whatever he’s about to do. But he says your name, again, and his face is so close to yours that you can feel every breath fan against your face, and your entire body is warmed and your hand flips over to hold his, fingers slipping between his and tightening around it.
“Have you had these odd dreams these last few nights,” he asks, a leading tone in his voice, “because I have. About you,” and he’s too honest, and you have to swallow your saliva before it turns into sweat and blood, and you feel his hand squeeze back around yours. His is shaking, and you find some kind of comfort in knowing that you’re not the only one.
“Yeah,” you answer, because you can’t get more than one syllable out at a time tonight. Could anyone blame you? Would Dan Heng blame you for that, afterwards, even though his face is so close and his hand is so warm and it’s tight around you, and he’s shuffling around again, constantly fidgeting, and he takes his other arm and slides it around you, hand between your shoulder blades. He hooks a leg between yours, tugging you closer and closer and closer. You’re blinking at him, heart caught in your throat and eyes landing on his lips so that maybe he’ll finally take the hint.
He does. He does, and as cliche as it is, it’s better than your dream. He kisses you, desperate, and right before your eyes flutter shut you catch the contemplative furrow in his brow. His mouth is—warm, damp, but you feel the crack in the skin in the center of his bottom lip. It scrapes against you and you can’t help the shaky sigh you release at the feeling, and the hand on your back curls into the fabric of your sleep shirt.
Your eyes are closed, tight, scared that if you open them, you’ll just wake up back in your room, alone and cold again with your empty steel ceiling. Dan Heng’s mouth is moving against yours with a practiced proficiency that you’re almost jealous of. You let your tongue trace the edges of his teeth, carnal in your desires, before you bite down on his lip hard enough to leave a temporary dent. He shudders, hand trembling against yours and lips pulling back from yours as he tucks his head into your neck and lets out shaky breaths lines with addictive sounds. You’re going crazy. He’s driving you crazy.
The hard, carved metal parts of his clothes dig into you. Your hand goes around him to rest on the back of his head, threading through his hair as his breathing slows against you. “We can go shopping somewhere tomorrow,” you tell him, already thinking of how you’d convince Pom-Pom to land at some shopping district of some planet. “You need pajamas.”
“There’s no need for me to have that,” he says, stubborn and set in his ways, even with something as mundane as sleep clothes. “My normal clothes are fine.”
“Not if you’ll be sleeping in my bed.”
And that makes him succumb to your whims, much too easy for your own good, and you laugh when he lets out a weary sigh at your reciprocal stubbornness. Your fingers keep combing through his hair, soft and meaningful, until he falls asleep. You think you'll get him a blue plaid pajama set. He'd look nice in it.
#dan heng x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#dan heng hsr x reader#hsr dan heng x reader#hsr fanfiction#honkai star rail fanfiction#dan heng fluff#dan heng smut#me when i lie in my tags maybe#dan heng x you#hsr x you#honkai star rail x you#hsr fic#dan heng fic#honkai star rail fic#if i did not tag this properly in my little content description thing then let me know#i am so out of practice i have not written something like this maybe ever.#its not even out of practice#like there is no practice period#do u guys like my long ass titles
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i finally colored it
the urge to put a blunt object in james hands and let him bash zombies heads with it won
#“but james has two pairs of glasses” yes and...#apocalypse caught james in a hockey practice#i was rewatching the last of us#i have so much apocalyptic content on my fyp#i had to#regulus black#james potter#jegulus fanart#jegulus#my art
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I humbly offer you these
these donalds brought to you by enduring love of color block shadows in pre-digital comics
#and copious amounts of muppet content on youtube :)#art✨#donald duck#redraw#tyyyyyyyyy i really do want to practice and having someone else set the prompts makes it’s SO fun#if anyone sees this send me more :))
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Snapetober Day 9: Morning
I'm so far behind lol, happy Monday.
#what you're not seeing is the 3 practice drawings i did on sticky notes at work lol. been feeling like this a lot lately! :/#my art#snapetober#snapetober 2024#hp#snape#severus snape#professor snape#snape art#severus snape art#snape fanart#severus snape fanart#snart#snape fandom#severus snape fandom#snapedom#snape community#snape content#pro snape#pro severus snape
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