#focuses on the concept of immortality

[heqvenlymoons]

I Gave You Immortality, I Can Take It Back Anytime

Daminette One Shot | Soulmate AU | AO3

Marinette Dupain-Cheng has always known she was immortal. Maybe not always. 

But there had been multiple instances in her life that proved she was. 

Like when she was four, she and Nino had been playing catch when the ball he threw at her bounced and rolled onto the road. Seeing no cars in sight, Marinette had rushed onto the street to grab the ball when a car seemed to have spawned out of nowhere and sped towards her. 

She had frozen in fear, not able to move when the car miraculously broke down just as it was about to hit her. Her parents hadn’t let her out of their sight for a while after that incident. 

That night, she remembered seeing a boy about the same age as her with green eyes, tanned skin and a permanent scowl on his face as he crossed his arms and looked at her with an air full of superiority as he snapped, “Be more careful.” 

She had thought the dream was weird and never saw the boy again until when she was six. She somehow contracted pneumonia and was sent to the ER for a life-threatening emergency. 

She slept at the hospital that night, afraid and alone, her parents weren’t allowed in the room as the sickness was contagious. 

She saw the green-eyed boy again, this time looking older than he was when she last saw him. His scowl was the same, looking down at her with disapproval as if she had sought out the sickness on her own and gotten sick on purpose. 

“Don’t look at me like it’s my fault,” She snapped, unhappy with his disapproving expression. 

He looked surprised but the expression was gone as quickly as it appeared, the scowling expression slipping back like it never left in the first place as he spat, “It is your fault! If you never went near that sick person in the first place, you would not have contracted the disease.” 

Marinette stomped her foot, unwilling to let the boy talk to him like that. “It’s not my fault I’m sick! Everything hurts! I’m scared and alone, I don’t need to add you yelling at me to the mix.”

By the end of her rant, she was struggling to contain her tears, the frustration of everything she had been holding back while she had been awake came tumbling out.

The boy’s face softened slightly and he shifted, looking uncomfortable at the girl looking so close to tears. He gave a hesitant gentle pat to her head as he said, “Get better soon.” 

The following morning when she woke up, her pneumonia had been cured. 

Since that night, the mysterious boy appeared more often on days when she got hurt or injured, and with her clumsy nature, she saw the boy every few days.  

“I just realized I don’t know your name,” Marinette asked one day as they hung out in the dreamscape. 

They were both doing their own thing, with the boy focused on his sketchbook and Marinette working on some colouring book. 

He grunted, not happy with the interruption. “That is not important.” 

She closed her colouring book and got up to snatch the sketchbook from his hands. 

“Hey!” he glared at her, hoping to intimidate her but she was stubborn, not giving in. 

“It’s important to me. I want to know who my friend is,” she said, referring to his earlier statement. 

“We are not friends,” he grumbled, looking away. 

She stuck out her tongue. “Too bad. You’re stuck with me, you always appear when I sleep.” 

The boy stubbornly avoided her gaze, focusing on some shelves behind her instead. 

“Just tell me your name. Please?” She whined, putting on her best puppy doll eyes, his scowling expression faltering as he all but melted at the adorable expression she was making. 

He huffed, trying to act like he was unaffected by the look but Marinette knew better. She had come to figure out his weakness as her puppy doll eyes and she used it to her full advantage. 

“Damian. Damian Al Ghul,” he said, glaring at her. 

Her smile was bright, his glaring eyes softening immediately and she was happy she had finally got him to tell her his name! He was going to be her best friend, it would be the last thing she did even if he continued to be stubborn. 

At 13 years old, she was given the ladybug earrings and became Ladybug, the heroine of Paris. 

That came with a price. She was injured more often, her meetings with Damian in the dreamscape every few days turned to every day. 

He had somehow known her identity as Ladybug as soon as she saw her the night after the first Akuma and he had thrown a fit about it. 

At 16, the akumas had escalated. Before, when the Akumas avoided killing and only stuck to injuries now weren’t afraid of taking more ruthless measures.

Multiple times when Marinette thought she was about to die, something miraculous happens to change it like the universe was being warped to make sure she doesn’t die and in a way, avenges her while it was at it. 

About to get lava sprayed and incinerated from an Akuma? The lava gun runs out of lava fuel, allowing her and Chat Noir to catch him off guard to break the akumatized object.

A car getting thrown at her by an Akuma and about to crush her? It missed, somehow ricocheting off a building and hitting the Akuma square in the face. 

That one battle where Hawkmoth himself shows up and has her cornered, about to grab her earrings? He gets attacked by his own Akuma. 

An Akuma that absorbs the powers of miraculous holders and cataclysms her? Oh would you look at that, the Akuma gets sidetracked at the last second— courtesy of Chat Noir— and the wall behind her disintegrates to dust instead of her. 

She could go on. It was absurd and a bit (utterly) ridiculous if she was being honest but at least her life never really seems to be in any real danger. 

She had thought maybe it had something to do with her donning the ladybug miraculous and it was giving her insane luck, she even consulted her kwami about it. 

Tikki had debunked that theory, looking confused as she did. “I’m not sure what’s happening to you, Marinette, but the ladybug miraculous isn’t the reason. The ladybug miraculous can give you a little luck at times but there must be balance, which means you would also have bad luck days. All those circumstances weren’t the outcome of lady luck and not to mention, you never seem to have any bad luck days. Even when you do, the event always somehow gets altered at the last second.”

Marinette had brought up her theories to Damian but he always looked uninterested and avoided the subject so she stopped bringing them up in the dreamscape. 

She had a hunch on why this was happening but she denied it and pushed the possibility out of her mind. Damian never said anything about it, so she wouldn’t either. She was good at denying things, it was how she never figured out Chat Noir’s identity. 

Now at the age of 17, Marinette was still contemplating if she was somehow immortal when Scarecrow broke in while her class was given a tour of Wayne Enterprises.

“So this is the famed Akuma Class, you people are the perfect test subjects for my new and evolved fear toxin! I wonder what fears you all have… Oh well, I’m about to find out.” Scarecrow announced, looking around in excitement like a kid in a toyshop for the first time. He pointed to Lila. “You! You look the most scared… Wonder what you’re afraid of, hmm?”

He looked to his henchmen. “Bring her here!” 

Marinette rubbed her temples. She might not be Lila’s biggest fan— an understatement— but her hero complex won’t let her stand by and do nothing. 

Even when it was completely Lila’s fault that Scarecrow had taken an interest in them— you can’t go around saying how you knew the Waynes and not expect any kidnapping attempts for ransom. 

No matter, Marinette can take Scarecrow’s attention off Lila and make him focus on her instead. Marinette knew death avoided her like the plague at this point and if she wasn’t immortal, then maybe she was just insanely lucky. 

“Let her go,” She said in a tired voice, not putting much energy into shouting but her voice rang clear in the quiet room as everyone looked fearful. 

Scarecrow looked delighted by the prospect of someone volunteering. “Oh, a volunteer I see?”

He waved his henchmen off and they dropped Lila, causing her to tumble to the ground with a gasp, the henchmen moving to grab Marinette instead. 

Marinette let herself get manhandled towards Scarecrow as he grabbed his syringe, the pointy tip of the needle gleaming in the light. 

The fashionista in her wanted to protest at the sack-like mask he was wearing and she bit her lip to keep from saying anything to anger him. It’s not like she’s seen worse, Hawkmoth has a worse fashion sense if she was being honest. 

Of course, her mouth didn’t stay shut for long and spat the words out without her permission, the need to critique his fashion overpowering her self-preservation. 

“Nice mask,” She quipped, she couldn’t keep the sarcasm off her tone even when her very life was on the line. “Are you participating in the next potato sack race or are you trying to start a new fashion trend with that?”

Scarecrow’s eyes flashed with anger at her remark and he moved forward, pushing his henchmen out of the way, about to stab the syringe into her bloodstream when she acted on her instincts as Ladybug and sent a roundhouse kick to his face, catching the mad scientist off-guard as he lost his grip on the syringe and fell backwards. 

The syringe seemed to have flown in the air in slow motion, the tip of the needle stabbing into the arm of the fallen villain and injecting the fear toxin into his bloodstream, making him get a taste of his own medicine. 

Marinette allowed her lips to twitch upwards at the sight, her guardian angel had struck once again. Her slight smile faded away at the thought, not wanting to come to terms with the facts. 

She turned to see that Batman, Red Robin, Red Hood and Nightwing had arrived, looking dumbfounded at the scene. 

Red Robin stepped forward, looking cautiously at the screaming Scarecrow before addressing her. “Miss? How did this happen?”

Marinette hummed, looking nonchalant. “You can say he got a taste of his own medicine… literally.” 

The Batboys burst out laughing at her pun while Batman looked unimpressed. 

“What you’re saying is, Scarecrow was hit by his own syringe?” Batman asked, looking suspicious. 

She shrugged, looking towards her class to see they were being ushered out by Ms. Bustier. 

“I did a roundhouse kick to his face,” She admitted, making eye contact with Ms. Bustier who waited for her at the exit. “It caught him off guard and the syringe was knocked out of his hand before the pointy tip landed on his arm.” 

The suspicion in his eyes didn’t clear as he responded, “You must have been extremely lucky. This happened too conveniently, don’t you think?”

Batman was prodding for something but she couldn’t find it in herself to care about the interrogation or to quell his suspicions. “Mr. Batman, I was just in a traumatic situation and now have PTSD. If you don’t mind, I would like to join my class and spend the rest of the day at the hotel to get my mind off of the traumatic experience,” 

She could see Red Hood trying not to laugh at her reply as his shoulders shook and she turned away without waiting for how the Dark Knight would respond. 

She walked away to join the rest of her class as she heard Batman tell Red Robin to get the cure for Scarecrow.

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As she went to sleep that night, she pushed the day’s events from her mind, and the fading laugh of Scarecrow dissolved into the quiet stillness of the dreamscape. 

Damian was already in the dreamscape like usual and was glaring at her with his arms crossed and looking annoyed. 

Marinette sent him her brightest smile, hoping to soften his annoyed look at her recklessness. 

It worked, his eyes softening, although he didn’t uncross his arms as he pinned her with the look he had on every time she did something that injured or almost killed her.

“I know you did that on purpose. What theory did you think you were trying to prove?” Damian asked, unhappy with her lack of self-preservation. 

Her eyes were wide, looking the epitome of innocence. “Did what?” 

He scowled, the soft look in his green eyes gone as it glittered with annoyance. “Tt. Don’t you take that tone with me. You know exactly what you did, don’t make me say it. It is getting increasingly harder for me to save you every time.”

To his horror, tears were glistening in her eyes and he tried to backtrack but the damage was done. 

“You died, didn’t you? Before we met? You were so young,” Marinette whispered, the tears falling as he didn’t respond. His silence was enough to confirm she had been right all this time. 

She looked away, unable to look at him as she came to terms with the facts she had been deadset on denying since young. 

Damian reached out a hand and looking hesitant, he moved forward to hug her from behind, his arms going around her waist and causing her to freeze at how he was initiating physical contact.

“Angel, I was never sure how to break the news to you… but it seems like you’ve always accepted the fact, albeit subconsciously. I did not mean to keep that fact away from you.” he said quietly, resting his chin on her shoulder, closing his eyes and savouring the moment. 

He was right, even if she was actively denying the fact that he was dead, her subconscious had long already accepted. 

Since Damian had died before they met, their soul bond activated upon his death, the universe gifting them with the dreamscape and making it so that they would never be apart, even in death.   

There was a catch— she could only meet Damian in the dreamscape if she was injured or came close to death and he warped the universe to ensure she would avoid death. 

It was why she had always been clumsy, her heart knew he would be waiting for her in the dreamscape and wouldn’t be able to see her unless she was hurt in some way even if her mind hadn’t accepted it. 

Marinette voiced her thoughts out loud and he tugged her to face him, his green eyes meeting her blue ones with an intensity that made her breath hitch. 

“I don’t wish to see you hurt, Angel. I do everything I can to make sure you don’t die by saving your life at every turn. You need to stop with your recklessness,” he said, trying to look stern, although he didn’t look very convinced he was going to get through to her. 

She was stubborn and he knew it. 

He reached out to wipe her tears away with his thumb, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Thank you, Damian, for everything,” she whispered, the weight of her unspoken emotions palpable in the air between them.

With a trembling smile, she tried to lighten up the mood even as her heart felt heavy. “You know I won’t. How else will I see you every night to make sure you aren’t feeling lonely without my company? Besides, I know you will always watch over me.” 

Marinette knew her response held some truth to it, she didn’t like the thought of Damian feeling lonely in the dreamscape. She wouldn’t stop being clumsy, if only so she could see him every night in the dreamscape. 

He softened at her words, though he still didn’t look happy. “I gave you immortality, I can take it back anytime.”

She went quiet at that, looking thoughtful. “Why don’t you?”

His brows furrowed, a rare show of his confusion. “What?”

She elaborated. “Why don’t you? Take away my immortality that is.” 

His brows deepened, not understanding why she was asking him such a thing. “You deserve to be happy.” 

Marinette shook her head, stepping closer to him. “What if my happiness is with you? Why do you save me every time when you could’ve let me die to be with you?”

Damian’s eyes held sadness but no signs of regret at his repeated decision to save her. “You deserve to live the life I could not. You have dreams to fulfill and many things to discover in life. It is not your time yet.”

At her shocked silence, he continued. “You don’t know how hard it is to let you go every time. I am afraid that one of these days I will no longer be able to find it in me to let you go and bind your life to mine in the afterlife forever.” 

The tears she had managed to keep away started to come back at his heartfelt confession. 

“Please, I beg of you, don’t try to die anymore. Live your life, the life that I did not have the chance to live. If not for yourself, then do it for me,” he looked desperate, his stoic mask cracking, allowing her to see every emotion he was feeling. 

Her lips quivered, the tears flowing from her eyes and dropping to the white smokey ground, the droplets absorbing into the void like it was never there. “Will I ever see you again?”

Damian allowed himself to smile if only for her sake, the muscles feeling strange at the unfamiliar expression. He could see her eyes dropping to his soft smile and how her eyes were tracing his features, committing it to memory. 

“When the time is right. I will always be here when you need me, mon ange. This is not goodbye,” he said, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. 

Marinette closed her eyes, allowing herself to bask in his presence before it was time for her to wake up. 

She would live her life and fulfill her dreams. 

For him. 

[74thcookie]

CondensedMilkAU

The condense milk is stuck in my head but I imagine this goes is mini arcs and we’re just in the BlueberryMilk Arc

This AU I’m pretty sure others already had a similar concept but this one primarily focuses on the Sage of Truth, juggling his duty as the Sage and a “mother” of two young cookies while also fighting with his burnt out from both his passion for the truth and his loneliness.

Nutshell of the Arcs:

Burnt Out

This is the beginning of SoTs crash out phase in where he left like he knows too much and is tired of answering others question. He almost fallen to the deserve for something more fun like deceit, he remember Truthless Recluse and what he became. He then tries to take a break from being a Sage and files for leave, his wise enough that rest is essential even if they’re immortal.

Escapism

He uses his “leave” to observe ordinary peoples life is like, he begins to envy their easy life. He then question himself if it really is easy, if their life really is easy as he proclaimed so he had an idea

Eyes of a liar

He disguises himself as a regular blueberry cookie with a simple back story. He struggled a lot being a regular citizen while pretending to be clueless but his charms manage to make the folks familiar with him easily. He is now one with the townsfolk and is nickname as the Mommy figure due to him accidentally lecturing some people with wisdom accidentally from time to time but they think it’s just “her” kind and caring nature hitting in and not him being smart

HonestFacade

During his time as a regular blueberry cookie he stumble upon a young black sapphire cookie who is working as a shoe shiner, he and the cookie bonded over the fact they love gathering information from clients and agree “all knowledge is good knowledge”. When the Sage warm up to the young cookie he then decided to adopt him and his sister. Though initially black sapphire rejects it and had a debate with the Sage, he lost that debate and the Sage was victorious. Black Sapphire didn’t really feel bad losing but relief he finally have some help with life and he can have some free time for once.

Blueberry Milk

When SoT sees the posters from his actual town of their concern as to where their Sage went, that’s where he realized his been gone for almost a year. He cant abandon this new life he made or his duty as Sage but he scuffs thinking he can balance both of this life with magic but his body seems to feel like it’s not ready to return… yet he has to.

He returns and people celebrate his return but that’s where black sapphire also connect the dots together about his mama. He knows for a fact his mama is hiding something and she is smarter than she let on. The young cookie is good at reading people and now that it makes sense these two are the same person, he now feels not betrayed but intrigued.

He also told Candy Apple cookie because shes a simp for the Sage and she goes nuts but agrees to remain quiet about knowing the truth for the Sages sake.

The events of the HonestFacade Arc made the Sage a bit open to new questions, having the value of time in his mind and unfortunately insecurities he didn’t realize he had like “Once the kids are all grown up or..crumble of old age. Who am I going to share my life with?”. His new thoughts of eternal loneliness begins to plague his usual routines.

And thats about it. I only made this to have an excuse to draw a tired SoT or soon to be wrecked or comfort SoT. Please don’t kill me

Also bonus:

[fateandloveentwined]

wuxia, xianxia, and cultivation differences meta

translations: wuxia 武俠, xianxia 仙俠, and cultivation 修真/修仙 (xīuzhēn/xīuxiān)

think i've seen posts on this eons ago, and i'm pretty sure there are tons of these online, but since this has been written up already let's just have another one.

wuxia 武俠

wuxia and xianxia sound similar, but basically for wuxia it is about the pugilistic world (江湖 jiānghú). It is relatively more down-to-earth, and people practice martial arts ("kungfu") in their current life -- they do not do it to become xians (仙) and gods (神) however.

Like Thousand Autumns and Faraway Wanderers/Word of Honor, it has more historical background and ties to the current court and kingdoms, because people are living in the moment and concern themselves with worldly issues.

Martial arts may seem unrealistic, but in view of chinese fantasy it would be considered "real". It consists of fighting moves and internal energy, which they call qi or nèigōng (內功), and at times you see people flying around, climbing hills and jumping across rooftops which is qīnggōng (輕功).

xianxia 仙俠

A level up would be xianxia, where characters in the story cultivate to become xians (and gods, like in the heaven official's blessing). They don't really care about earthly issues here now, because their ambitions lie beyond the current world, and cultivation, getting stronger, and an immortal life are majorly all their goals.

You may not always see them working towards that purpose, such as in mdzs they are considered a lower-xianxia society (低魔), meaning people don't go through all the steps of cultivation and only stay at the stage before the "golden core" stage.

In xianxia, characters still learn basic fighting moves aka. martial arts, but to direct the internal energy they use línglì (灵力), zhēnqì (真气), and fǎlì (法力), all xianxia terms you commonly see. "neigong" is practically nonexistent in this genre. That's why people building up their "neigong" instead of "lingli" are likely never going to be able to cultivate.

cultivation 修真/修仙

A subgenre in the xianxia category would be cultivation. Characters actively go through the stages of cultivation, and likely for the MC, because they are the main character, they successfully become a xian and exit the world at the end of the novel.

There are many stages of cultivation, usually defined at the beginning of the novel in the synopsis, and a typical example of the different levels would be this:

练气，筑基，金丹，元婴，化神，炼虚，合体，大乘，渡劫

And with a cursory search, an English translation would be something like this, albeit not with all the cultivation ranks identified.

Qi condensation (练气), Foundation establishment (筑基), Core Formation (金丹), Nascent Soul (元婴), and the names after that vary too greatly with translation and fandom so I'll jump straight to Immortal Ascension

extra info: getting into the philosophy of it all

It'd be interesting to note that the word "xiá" (俠) permeates all these genres. This is something akin to the concept of "hero", but not at all also, and I'd love to speak more on this but this post has already gone way longer than I hoped it would be, so perhaps another day.

Regardless, it is interesting to note that wuxia has a greater emphasis on "xia" than xianxia. (some joke that cultivation doesn't have the word "xia" in it, and much of that is because characters have foregone heroism and focused on gaining powers and working towards ascension instead). As a result, wuxia is more confucianism-oriented, though not without its taoism and buddhism influences.

xianxia, on the other hand, is mainly derived from "dào" (道), from taoism, which is another lengthy concept if I ever get to it.

And some may have heard of the "farming" genre, 种田 (zhòngtián). This has to do with golden fingers (mary sues) in imperialistic china, earning a wealth of money, and all that. It has nothing to do with cultivation, alike they sound in english.

that's it for now, hmu if you wish to ask/discuss!

(and apologies for the pinyin translations, hope it's understandable still! formally writing pinyin they are supposed to be two separate words not one.)

[ravangie]

ALL MOST OF THE TULIA AND MIGUELLA LORE SO FAR

All the art can be found under this tag

Ok. I have to start with the craziest concept in order for all of it to make sense, so I hope you're sitting down. Here I go:

Tulia and Miguella are ethereal immortal lesbian Goddesses of the Sun and the Moon who from time to time get reincarnated on Earth to find each other all over again.

Did that sink in? Ok, let's continue.

Tulia is the Goddess of the Moon, and Miguella is the Goddess of the Sun, as you might have guessed. Say hi to them next time you look up at the sky! In contrast to the usual conflict of light and dark, Tulia and Miguella exist together as one. These two extremes are not mutually exclusive, quite the opposite actually, they are complementary to each other.

They've been around long before us and they will be here long after us. The ancient civilizations actually witnessed them as they are and kept them in their beliefs.

The two have been getting reincarnated on Earth since forever now. There were countless lifetimes of them already and there are countless lifetimes ahead of them. I might explore some of them in the future. For now I got focused on two of their lifetimes: the 16th and the 19th century. Let's look into them, shall we?

The 16th century.

The closest you can get to the canon story of The Road to El Dorado. Let's start with their backstories.

Unfortunately for Tulia and Miguella, they don't exist in Lesbianland, they have to deal with harsh realities of the real world and the conditions that are given to them by the centuries they live in.

Tulia doesn't know where she's coming from. And I'd like to keep us in the same darkness about her origins for her sake. At least for now. She didn't have a family and grew up a nobody first and a thief second. She had a tough life from the get go and grew up to be just as tough.

The poor woman doesn't even know her birthday. Apparently in medieval times people used to celebrate the days of the saints after whom they were named instead of their Birthdays. But there ain't no saint after whom Tulia was named. So she celebrates on All Saints Day, when everyone who doesn't have a birthday during the year can celebrate. It's on November 1.

Miguella, on the other hand, does know when to celebrate her birthday. She's been named after Saint Michael, so she celebrates on September 29 with her whole family, consisting of her mother, her father and her older sister named Agata.

Now picture this. One day, when Miguella was in town, she unsuccessfully stumbled into a scheme of a beautiful woman, and because of her wrong move the woman had been caught redhanded. To her own surprise, when the stranger started running away from the furious crowd, Miguella started following her, making herself look guilty in the people's eyes as well. The strange woman was Tulia and she did NOT appreciate this little sissy getting involved with her. She helped them both get away, but was very adamant that she does NOT take responsibility for Miguella.

They talked for a bit after the fact and Miguella confessed that she heard that some women in town have been getting jobs in workshops and she wanted to try her luck too, that's why she came into town. See, she DESPERATELY needs a job. And she doesn't understand why she couldn't get any, even thought she has all the skills needed.

Tulia chuckles at her naivety but still carefully explains that it's not because of Miguella's lack of skills, but rather the way the society is set up. Yeah right, thinks Miguella, that's exactly what I was trying to avoid by getting a job. Tulia then says she has to go and pack her stuff. She can't stay in this town any longer, since she's been caught thanks to SOMEONE. So she hopes to catch a ride early morning, before the wanted posters start to show up. She wishes Miguella good luck, thinking this is the last time she sees her, and leaves.

And what do you know. The first person she sees next morning? Miguella, of course. She's right there, waiting for a ride as well, hoping to go with Tulia. Of course Tulia says No. She says No very angrily, very adamantly. No. She will not take Miguella with her. No amount of begging is going to change her mind. Until Miguella says "Fine. It doesn't matter whether or not YOU take me with you. There's no way I'm going back ..there"

Tulia understands the implications behind these words perfectly, so she has to go though all stages of denial, then pull this move

take a deep breath and hesitantly agree to take Miguella with her.

She didn't plan on sticking around with her for long. She just wanted to get Miguella to the closest safe location and be done with her. But along the way, the unexpected partnership started to bloom.

Tulia has been stealing to survive from the cradle, quite often being unscrupulous in her methods. And she has always put herself first. That was the only way to survive for her. But when Miguella came along, she started to impose her moral beliefs onto Tulia. Tulia was very angry with her at first. Who does this little booger think she is, having the audacity not only to tag along, but to also argue with her. Tulia doesn't plan on starving herself just because this spoiled by the possibility of choice lady doesn't like her ways.

Eventually though she comes around. Migella has the magical ability to persuade Tulia to do anything with her puppy eyes. She contributes to Tulia's schemes and finds dozens of new fun ways to cheat people. She brings her mandolin and her singing into it. Miguella believed that if they gave the crowd a show first, taking their money was their payment for it. And Tulia believed that if the crowd was stupid enough to fall for their tricks, it was their own damn fault.

The duo won two pairs of gold earrings together at their first successfull "performance" and since then always wear them for good luck. In desperate moments they use them as bait and bet everything on them. But as you can see, both ladies still have their earring with them.

The two would spend countless evenings coming up with the most ridiculous plans, constantly interrupting each other and giggling hysterically. They didn't stick around in one place for too long to avoid being caught, so they travelled a lot and tried on many roles, such as: Tulia as the mysterious foreign fortune teller; Migella as a lively and charming villancico performer; Tulia and Miguella as two very successful card games players (because they are cheaters).

Eventually romantic feelings start to blossom towards each other as well. Tulia is hesitant to express them, since she feels responsibility for taking Miguella with her, and she doesn't want to seem as if she's taking advantage of her. But not to worry, Miguella feels the same way and she, being her open-hearted self, makes the first move.

Before meeting Tulia, Miguella was running out of options on how to escape the societal fate that was in store for her. Every method failed and trying to reach deep into the soul of this stranger was her last desperate attempt. And to both of their surprises, it worked. Something in both of them told them to go with it.

And before meeting Miguella, Tulia was already done with life, she didn't want much out of it. just enough cash to live carefree. But when Miguella comes along, everything changes. To Miguella, this criminal life on the road is very exciting and new and fun. And her excitement is contageous. She shares her fun with Tulia, shows her that there's beauty to be found in the simplest things. And maybe, there is something to hold on for a bit longer. Even without the cash.

And so we come to the point where we meet the protagonists of the movie. Blah-blah loaded dice, boat, horse, all that jazz, you know it you love it, EL DORADO.

When Tulia and Miguella get to El Dorado, they stumble upon a civilization, that actually remembers them as the Goddessess that they are. The people of El Dorado have been separated and hidden from the outside world, so there was noone to scew their beliefs.

Still, there were corrupt people, using power to their advantage, so the conflict with Tzekel Kan still remains.

Chel is still her chipper self. She still joins the duo on their scheme and tries to get her way by flirting. That doesn't work though. Here's the big difference that my ladies have with the original: there is no romantic plot-line with Chel. The two are too precious to each other, I fear, to be cheating. The whole cheating plot-point felt forced and unnecessary in the movie anyway, the conflict of interests and the moral of the story would be conveyed just as well without it. Plus because of it one party ended up winning much more than the other in the end. That doesn't seem fair to me. So I got rid of it :) They duo helped Chel run away, travelled with her until she found a place or a person she was happy to call home and that was that.

Also here's a fun fact for ya: out of curiosity I googled some Mayan Goddesses and I came across:

A Goddess called Ixchel, also known as Lady Rainbow, often depicted as a beautiful young woman with long dark hair sitting on a rainbow;

And a Goddess called Chen or Chin, a Goddess of corn, who apparently introduced homosexuality to Mayans (of course Miguella would be the one to do it).

So. Ya know :)

The 19th century.

Tulia and Miguella of the 19th century meet in America.

Miguella has been in America for as long as she can remember. When the cattle business in America bloomed and the demand for skilled cowboys rose up, the whole family packed and moved there. The father was a classic vaquero and worked with horses, while the mom of the family handled the business-y side of things. Two sisters - older sister Agata and younger sister Miguella - grew up on the ranch and learned all the skills of the family business while working alongside their parents. By the time they were adults, both were first class cowgirls.

As for Tulia... She went to America as a grown and skilled thief already, because a little birdie told her that there's gold waiting to be discovered there. She never reached the actual mines, but she sure did reach other people's pockets.

The two met because Miguella saw a fellow spanish-speaking woman in pants in town and wanted to help her out. Who would have thought that she's wanted for robbery?? Tulia didn't believe in Miguella's good intentions though and tried to interrogate her on why the hell she's trying to be nice to her: if she wants her gold, she's not getting any! Miguella tried to tell her that she doesn't know what she's talking about, but it was too late, the two were spotted together because of the racket they caused, and now EVERYONE thought that they were partners in crime.

Needless to say both were outraged and offended. Miguella was offended because she literally didn't do ANYTHING, never saw any gold and was only trying to do a good deed. And Tulia was offended because how dare these people think that she wouldn't be able to pull off a robbery alone!!

That same day Miguella demanded Tulia take her with her. Not begging this time, demanding. She argued that Tulia has pulled her into this mess in the first place and now she has to take responsibility. Tulia understood, that a person who was content with their life wouldn't just just drop everything and run away with an outlaw. They would try to fight for it, they would use their connections and good name to prove their innocence. Miguella didn't try any of that.

So yet again Tulia can't resist Miguella's charm, takes a deep breath and takes her along.

By this time Tulia already had a list of convictions, and at first Miguella was considered merely an accomplace. But the more shenanigans these women caused, the more mischief they did, and the more crime they commited together, the more people started to recognize them as a criminal duo. And frankly, the weight of their crimes, or even the fact whether or not they were actually successfull didn't matter, since they were women. In pants! Tulia and Miguella became a local legend in no time.

Let's talk about the differences between Tulia and Miguella in 16th century and Tulia and Miguella in 19th century.

By the time they meet in the 19th century, both women are older than they were in the 16th century. Both of them are much more mature and confident in themselves and their skills, so they argue A LOT more, trying to make things happen their way.

I know for a fact that Miguella makes fun of Tulia's horseback riding style. Tulia never even intended to have a horse in the first place, she just happened to steal this one and she kind of... stuck around. So she truly doesn't know what to do with her. Miguella helps her and teaches her, after she's had enough laughs, of course.

And I know for a fact that Miguella, living on the ranch, got educated. As a "good woman" she knows how to embroider, just like she did in the 16th century, and embroiders a lot of her, and later Tulia's, clothes. But she also learned how to read and write on the ranch. Tulia never got the chance to get educated. Miguella doesn't make fun of her for that. She reads for Tulia out loud.

Tulia from 16th century tries to lay low and do her deeds quetly, not wanting any more trouble, but Tulia from the 19th century has a new and exciting advantage: guns! She still tries to find a diplomatic approach, but if that doesn't work, she takes out her revolvers without hesitation. Miguella is very hot-headed, she skips the whole diplomatic part and is ready to fight anyone at any point. That's why Tulia doesn't trust her with guns. No worries though, Miguella knows how to use her lasso flawlessly and uses it all the time to help them in their crimes.

One other thing I'd like to point out is how by the time 19th century rolls around, all the famous Spanish dances that we know and love today become common. I LOVE imagining Tulia and Miguella performing flamenco for the unassuming audience and pickpocketing them at the same time.

The relationship dynamic is pretty much the same as it is in the 16th century. The two have a lot of time to bond with each other on the road and between all the bickering they do just that. Tulia is the type of woman who is used to suppressing her feelings and hiding her emotions due to the tough conditions of her life. But when Miguella tags along, suppressing her emotions forever becomes impossible, since they are always together. Miguella on the other hand has been living with an older sister her whole life, she knows that this tough exterior is just that - exterior. So she patiently stumbles through Tulia's walls time and time again until she manages to earn her trust. And when the moment comes for Tulia to finally break down her walls and be vulnerable in front of another person, she's right there, quietly supporting her. I think they both saved each other in their own ways.

Ok. I'll have to cut it here. There is still so much more I have to talk about. Miguella's sister Agata, for example, I know you all are wondering about her. Or the Bounty Hunter of the West, who tries to hunt down Tulia and Miguella. Sounds pretty exciting, eh? But I'll have to keep their stories to myself until I formally introduce you all to them. This post is already WAY too long.

I will mention one more thing before I go to the closing thoughts, however. About the wrong spelling of Miguella's name. Yes. I am very much aware that the double L in the name would give it a soft sound by the spanish rules, and that's not how her name is pronounced. I have an explanation for it though!

Picture this: Miguella finding her wanted poster and being pissed off that these damn english speakers spelled her name wrong!! But the posters were famous and everywhere already, and so her name went down in history with an american spelling..

So there you have it.

One person asked me what I see in their future and I think it's bright. The brightest it can be. After finding each other they get to live the longest and happiest lives. And I know that no matter what they end up doing, they never lose sight of each other.

It's very convenient for my heart that Tulia and Miguella are immortal and will forever be here. Do you understand? The Sun and The Moon themselves are lesbians! They've always been around, long before us, and they will continue to be around long after us! Doesn't that fill you with hope?

I'm sure there were lifetimes on Earth when they couldn't find each other until late into their years. And maybe there were even lifetimes when they weren't lucky enough to find each other at all. But don't let that sadden you, but instead give you hope. Because even despite the odds and the despite the harsh reality that they have to face, they still keep on going and keep on trying again and again, cause in the end it's all worth it.

So I hope next time you look up at the sky and you see the sun and the moon being there at the same time, you'll think of Tulia and Miguella having a date and that will cheer you up.

P.S. If you saw any grammar mistakes: good for you. English is my second language.

[lordprettyflackotara]

who’s afraid of little old me? || eyeless jack

smut minors dni 18+ ! tw: primal!eyeless jack, tall!cryptid!cannibal!reader, descriptions of gore/cannibalism, unrealistic predator/prey tendencies, blood kink, biting kink, breeding kink,squirting

full credits to @miss-multi45 for this concept <3

Strength. Skill. Stealth.

These were the traits that made Eyeless Jack believe he was at the top of the food chain. He had fought grizzlies before for fun, just to test his limits. The wolf pack that hunted in Slender woods steered clear of him. His scent was everywhere, along with the screams of his victims still echoing throughout the trees. Jack never had any issue hunting, a deer becoming a treat if campers hadn’t dared to wonder into the forest. With his heightened senses, he could smell or hear any living thing with no troubles. Truthfully the older he got, being an immortal cannibal was making him cocky. The self deprivation and depression was beginning to fade away. He was the best of the best. The only member of his kind. And better yet, he lived like a goddamn champion.

Hunting always put Jack in a good mood, the trill of the chase his favorite part. The potential of the victim, the variables he couldn’t control always made things so exciting.

So he did what he did best, shoving his scalpel in his hoodie and walking into the Slender forest. He was barely twenty feet in, when the sweet scent of metallics hit his nostrils. Jack frowned, lifting up his mask for a moment to deeply inhale. It wasn’t uncommon to smell blood in the forest, after all, Jack wasn’t ignorant enough to think the circle of life didn’t exist without him. But as he inhaled deeply, his eye sockets widened. Copious amounts of blood had been shed on his land and he hadn’t caused it. It could only mean one thing: there was an intruder lurking on his territory.

Not only were you lurking, you were hunting. You might as well have slapped Jack in the face. Jack gritted his teeth, darting into the direction of the scent. He zipped effortlessly through the trees, ignoring all of the curious gazes the forest’s creatures gave him as he zoomed by. Usually Jack stalked his prey effortlessly, he never ran unless he was chasing something. Little did those little chipmunks and squirrels know he was hunting, just something much more dangerous than normal. You.

When Jack had hit the clearing, that’s where he saw you. A secluded campsite that once sat in the open field was now painted crimson red. Tents were barbacilbly torn open, blood trails splattered across the grass. It was something straight out of a horror movie. Dont get him wrong, Jack loved horror movies. But only when he created them. He walked past the abandoned tents, the wind blowing past him only increasing the sweet stench of exposed organs. That’s when Jack saw you. As ethereal as the internet and story tellers had described. Your hair was long and luscious, braided down your back. Your eyes were bright and snakelike, the golden color focused on your meal. You held a young man in your grasp, the life drained from him ages before you had gotten him in this position. His eyes were lifeless, his body slumped over as you bit into his neck. Jack watched silently as you ripped out a chunk of flesh, chewing on it quickly before swallowing it. Jack was puzzled, were you even enjoying the flavor? He watched as you continued to eat the scraps of flesh that remained on the corpse. Blood trailed down your chin, thin splatters of the red liquid were drying across your cheeks.

“Are you going to stand there or are you going to join me?” You asked suddenly. You were very aware of Jack’s presence, the notion alone freaking him out. “I don’t dine with trespassers,” Jack stated plainly. He stepped fully into view, your eyes briefly flickering up and scanning him briefly. “You’re not human, what are you?” You asked. Jacks hands were tucked in his pockets, his height giving away his species. “I could ask you the same. Thought you were just a myth,” Jack replied cooly. You finally looked up from your meal, ignoring the dozens of other ripped apart corpses that laid between the two of you. “And I thought one could only have sight if they had eyes. I guess we both thought wrong,” You quipped. Jack tried to conceal the animalistic growl that boiled in the bottom of his throat. “Allow me to cut to the chase, you’re hunting on taken land,” Jack spat, venom placing his words. Curiously you rose to your feet, the demons eye sockets widening. You were just as tall as him, without shoes. You were bare foot, your long legs glimmering in the sunlight.

The pastel yellow sundress you wore was stained with dry and fresh blood, rising up just above your inner thighs. “The Operator owns this land,” You answered, slowly. It occurred to you that Jack may look human like, but his animal instincts were overriding any sense of humanity he had left. “Right, but I hunt here. My scent is everywhere, I know you smelled it when you decided to slaughter my cattle,” Jack snarled. You narrowed your eyes, momentarily blinded by one of the corpses being reanimated. The young woman was barely clinging to life, her intestines hanging loosely on the ground. Both of you could hear her shallow breathing. “Oh for fuck sake,” You mumbled, stepping over your previous meal. Jack growled, watching you pick up the slumped over body. You grabbed her neck, twisting it to the side. A sharp snap rung through out Jacks ears. “I like my organs fresh,” Jack snapped. You dropped the fresh corpse. Rolling your eyes, you straightened your back. “Her organs were quite literally coated in dirt, is that the freshness quality you were searching for?” You asked sarcastically. Jack’s patience was thinning. In a swift motion he took off his mask, baring his shark like teeth.

“Enough chit chat. I am an apex predator. You are quite literally no where near me on the food chain,” Jack yelled. You blinked, your mind spinning as you contemplated your next move. “Are you really afraid of little old me?” You questioned quickly. Should you laugh? He couldn’t quite possibly be serious right? “Um, I mean we can share the leftovers..?” You asked slowly, unsure how to respond to his animalistic behavior. Jack snarled, throwing himself at you. You were a threat. Jack knew how to handle threats, he did it for Slender on occasion. He was proficient in his ability to kill. Killing you was no exception. You narrowly dodged him clawing at you, his sharp claws ripping through your dress. He was huffing as you both watched the fabric fall to the ground. Shreds of the pastel yellow cloth hit the dirt, a cool breeze sending goosebumps across your freshly exposed skin. Jack’s eye sockets widened at the sight of your exposed breast, a creamy silk lingerie covering you. Jack couldn’t quite remember the last time he had given in to his primal urges to mate. He never considered a human being, due to the likelihood of him breaking them by mistake. But you, you were just like him in an odd way. Your breast were nice and perky, your cunt covered with a thin fabric that he could hardly consider to be undergarments.

He had anticipated you to rush to cover yourself, as the average person would do. But if anything you stood taller. “One minute you want to kill me, the next you’re staring at me like a pre teen boy. Are you bipolar?” You asked. Jack snickered at the question. “I’m a doctor, i’d know if I was bipolar,” He answered. Something about your unwavering confidence only made you more attractive. You were a threat surely, but you seemed to have much more potential as a mate. The primal urge to breed was clouding Jack’s judgment, his temporary territorial rage completely subsided. “I’m no doctor but i’d say you’re animalistic then human,” You say. Jack furrowed his eyebrows. “Oh really? How do you gather that?” He asked. You pointed at his pants, your hands still covered in fresh blood. “Your cock is straining against your jeans,” You say. Jack felt heat rush to his cheeks, before looking down. He hadn’t felt embarrassment for the first time in a long time. Yet here you were, flustering him beyond belief. “You’re cute when you’re flustered. I get the sense that neither of us have had the privilege of mating in a long time,” You said. Jack nodded, trying to seem cool and level headed. “May I make a proposal?” You asked.

Jack agreed, trying to keep his voice steady and even. “I’d say one thing we have in common is the fact we have pent up stress due to what we are. Now, I think leaving you these delicious leftovers as well as allowing ourselves to indulge in our more primal urges with one another is more than fair,” You offered. Jack ran the offer in his head, calculating all of the different possibilities. “And after you’ll leave?” He asked. You nodded affirmatively. “I never stay in one place for too long,” You answered. You walked towards the demon, bringing your index finger to under his chin. You lifted his head up, examining his neck. You could hear his pulse up close, it was beating much faster than the average human. “I will admit though i’ve broken my previous toys in the past. Are you sure you can handle me?” You questioned. Jack chuckled darkly, grabbing your wrist and moving your hand away. “I could ask you the same question,” He grinned. Quickly you brought your lips to his, allowing yourself to shudder under his warm touch as he grabbed your waist. His hands were large and warm, pulling you closer towards him. You could feel his aching boner as you kissed him deeply, the demon on cloud nine.

Your height complimented his if anything, his large hands grabbing your ass. You jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. The dampness of your panties was already soaking through, leaving a wet spot on his crotch. You whined as you bucked your hips against his, the demon unfazed by your height. You briefly pulled away, nibbling teasingly at his bottom lip. You tasted like blood, as well as faint bubblegum. “You’re stronger than I thought loverboy,” You complimented. Jack roughly brought you to the closest tent, your back hitting a forgotten sleeping bag. “Yeah? Let’s see how you handle me,” He replied smoothly. He kissed down your neck, purposefully nibbling at the sensitive skin. His hands wondered down to your hips, pulling apart what remained of your dress. “I assume you’ll be acquiring me some clothes?” You questioned. Jack shrugged off his hoodie, carelessly tossing it at your face. “Here, that should fit you,” He grunted. Tearing away your panties and tossing them aside, your bare slick drove the demon into a frenzy. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them pried apart as as began to lap at your cunt.

Your hand instinctively flew down to his hair, tugging harshly at the roots as he stuck two of his tongues inside of your aching entrance. You gasped in surprise, moaning in delight as he curled them upwards. “At least that mouth is good for something,” You panted, grinding against his face. His third tongue flickered and swirled at your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. Your human lovers could never compete with this. He had been buried in between your thighs for mere minutes and you already could feel the knot in your stomach tighten. Jack grunted in response to your comment, delivering a sharp slap to your thigh. A whine escaped your lips, your thighs squeezing around his head. His tongues were merciless, your juices so delicious Jack found himself humping against the tent’s floor to help relieve his aching cock. He could feel your gummy walls squeezing his tongues, a concealed smirk spreading across his lips. You were just as delicious as the chaos you caused. You gave his hair one final tug, releasing all over his face.

Jack contained to lap at your slick until he deemed you clean. You were dazed, but repositioned yourself quickly. Your mouth was watering at the idea of sucking his cock. You’d never wanted something more. Jack quickly pushed you back down, the clinking of his belt sending a shiver down your spine. “Not this time. I can’t go another minute without being inside of you,” He snarled. His sudden dominance only made you more wet, his hands roughly shoving you into a mating press. Jack licked his lips as he pulled out his cock, slowly pushing it inside of you. You whined at the stretch, Jack not failing to notice your claws digging into his arms. “Not so big and bad now are we?” He teased. He let out a groan as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. The way you were gripping him, the way your nails were digging into his back. You wanted this just as bad as him. You needed this just as bad as him. He fully bottomed out inside of you, his tip brushing against your g spot. “Holy fuck,” You whimpered. Jack couldn’t help but grin devilishly as he slowly moved his hips. “It’s like you were made for me,” He grunted. He began to pick up the pace, snapping his hips into yours.

His thrust were rough and desperate, his body craving to release into yours. He had never felt such a raw and intense connection before, his body demanding more. “You’re mine, all mine,” Jack grunted. He continued to fuck you, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You gasped at the sensation, a moan escaping his lips and being muffled by your skin as he sucked at your blood. The metallic taste was euphoric, your cunt squeezing him tighter as he marked you. “Fuck leaving. You’re mine. My mate,” Jack moaned. His thrust became more aggressive, his cock abusing your cunt as he claimed you as his own. You felt your eyes roll into the back of your head, your thighs shaking. “Oh my fucking- fuck! Jack!” You moaned. Jacks thrust were uncontrolled, his body demanding to fill your cunt to the brim. He released your neck, his three tongues lapping at the wound. “This feels nice huh? Being knocked down a peg?” Jack snickered. The feeling of your gummy walls milking him dry was euphoric, the demons orgasm coming closer.

“Gonna fill you up over and over and over. My little mate. Your pussy’s like goddamn heroin,” Jack rambler. You forced yourself to prop yourself up on your elbows, crashing your lips against Jack’s. “You talk too much,” You teased, nipping at his bottom lip. You groaned in his mouth as his cock abused your g spot, your eyes fluttering open as you squirted around his cock. Your juices coated his lower half, the demons hips finally stuttering and coming to a halt. His warm, thick cum flooded your cunt, filling you to the brim. You both were panting messes, Jack utterly surprised when you flipped the two of you over effortlessly. You straddled him, managing to keep his cock buried inside of you.

“So loverboy, wanna go for round two?”

You had so much stamina it was scary. Jack could see it in your eyes, you were ready to go as many rounds as he could do.

Maybe Jack should’ve been afraid of little old you.

[infinitepunches]

Monolith's Wonder Woman game has been cancelled.

I’ll tell you why this is a terrible tragedy.

It would have been an open world single-player game set on Themyscira.

It would have involved Diana returning to Paradise Island to protect her home from an attack from an army of monsters. This would have created an interesting dynamic between Diana and her sisters, as she is now assumedly a member of the Justice League and very familiar with the world of men. Perhaps they would doubt her loyalty at first after her time away from home.

You would have been able to recruit other Amazons to fight alongside you in battle, Assassin’s Creed Brotherhood style. The concept art shows one of Diana’s allies using futuristic armor and weapons. It’s unclear whether or not these are other Amazons who have returned from the outside world or mortal women coming to the aid of the Amazons.

You would have fought manticores, orcs, Minotaurs, and various other creatures all being controlled by the evil goddess Circe. Concept art also shows Cheetah allying with Circe.

We would have likely learned about Circe’s history with Hippolyta and the Amazons and why she would want to destroy their paradise. After coming more into the public eye in Creature Commandos, this game could have shown the scale of threat that Circe represents as she conquers a nation of superpowered immortals.

This game would have been made by Monolith, a company I’ve loved since they made Tron 2.0 in 2004. They are most famous for making the Lord of the Rings game Shadow of Mordor and its sequel Shadow of War, which in in my top 3 games of all time. These games have beautiful open world maps that give us a bit of an idea of what Themyscira may have looked like. One of the coolest things I’ve ever done in any video game is to tame a dragon and ride it around an open world Middle-Earth.

The most unique thing about Shadow of War is the Nemesis system. Every villain you encounter is procedurally generated with unique aesthetics and abilities and immunities. Any time a villain defeats you, he gets a name, he grows more powerful, and he moves up in the ranks of the hierarchy of the enemy’s forces.

Killing enemies merely opens up their spot for another enemy to fill. But defeating them nonlethally and forcing them to pledge loyalty to you allows you to take control of all the forces under their command. The Wonder Woman game would have implemented the Nemesis system for Circe’s army.

Citadel strongholds are where the most powerful enemies fortify themselves. With the former enemy commanders and armies under your control, you lead assaults and take over these citadels, assigning one of your own commanders to be its new leader.

The combat system of Shadow of War is somewhat similar to Arkham Knight. Fast-paced and combo focused. Taming creatures also adds a fun layer to fighting large groups of enemies. It has my favorite sword combat in any video game and it would have been interesting to see how they would have incorporated the Lasso of Hestia into the gameplay.

We would have likely seen skins and customization for Diana.

Ferdinand the Minotaur could have been your first new ally to abandon Circe.

Kangas could have been a tamable creature type you could ride around the open world.

The Invisible Jet could have been used for fast travel.

We could have gotten some great exposure for some of the lesser known characters in the Wonder Woman mythos.

Rocksteady killed Wonder Woman unceremoniously in their suicide squad game. (And then said every other character who died was just a clone.) The failure of that game and the $200 million profit loss that it caused is the primary reason why Warner Brothers decided to kill Monolith Productions, a company that has been producing games since 1997.

Meanwhile, Rocksteady gets to make a Batman Beyond game.

This is one of the most regrettable missteps in gaming history.

[sheeezu]

Letter box! (filled with asks!!!)

what do you think happens after death?

Beginner's shifting fear + waiting room ideas

Advice to my past self + shifting existential crisis

Shifting experience

Ignoring the 3D, in perspective of the current state of the world

Shifting by incorporating both the 3D and 4D

Triggering a shift

How i found shifting and how i reacted to it

Are the people around me real?

How to ground yourself in your dr from a lucid dream

Focusing on your dr + excessive daydreaming

Ask regarding immortality

Need for struggle after you start shifting regularly

How to "let go"

Shifting advice for someone struggling despite their efforts

Why some people shift instantly after giving up

Shifting to realities with dark themes

Not dreaming about your dr despite being attached to it

Does being a master shifter makes me afraid of dying?

Shifting with ADHD

Ignoring your environment while shifting

Shifting on a time crunch

The point of methods for shifting

Do you ever feel purposeless knowing you can do anything at will?

A short and sweet shifting qna + anon's experience

Is being too awake a hinderance during shifting?

How to let go if you're s/o is influenced by their writer or creator, who's not a good person in this reality

Physical symptoms while listening to subliminals and what they mean

Shifting under pressure

An interesting shifting qna

How long did it take to shift with my method?

What is the LIFA app and how to get it

Concept of Leela in shifting

How to embody one's true self

List of shifting questions

How to deal with the guilt of permashifting

How to proceed with shifting in perspective of symptoms + important parts of a script

Shifting moral crisis

Processing living multiple lives

How to shift after attempting for quite some time despite having belief

What to do to shift after assuming

Creating emotions for shifting

Can s/o reach us in our dreams + opinion on spirituality side of shifting

Do I swear shifting is real?

The "click" of shifting, using my method

What is permashifting?

Questions regarding consciousness theory

How to prove reality to yourself

Stop searching for ideal conditions while shifting

Shifting reassurance via consciousness theory

Balancing your life alongside shifting

Creating a dr from scratch

Not shifting despite feeling confident

[yanderes-galore]

Hi hope it’s not too late to request from lmk , can I please request yandere Monkey king romantic hcs with a darling who refuses to be immortal with him or if you wanna add some comedy what if reader without knowing is avoiding it XD Monkey king offers reader a peach , reader doesn’t like peaches , Reader is feeling under the weather , Monkey king offers her some pills turns out reader already got some pills with her XD

Huh... Sure! I can try my best ^^ Here's my ideas on the topic. Made it female due to the pronouns used in the ask.

Yandere! Sun Wukong with Darling trying not to be immortal

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavior, Deception, Forced Immortality, Existential crisis, Consenusal turned forced relationship.

Being an immortal being can no doubt be lonely at times.

Wukong had learned this a long time ago when he realized he kept losing his closest companions.

While nowadays Wukong is considered a famous hero surrounded by adoring fans, sometimes he still feels... upset.

If Wukong ever wanted to love someone... especially a human... He'd have to deal with their mortality at some point.

But... Sun Wukong would never fall for a human.

...

Then he met you and immediately got reminded of his fear.

He couldn't help it, really....

You're such a pretty girl in his eyes, someone who MK met and befriended.

Now, through his student, Wukong got to meet you.

He hates to say he was smitten at first sight... tail swaying whenever he looks at you, golden eyes wide while his face feels hot...

How sudden....

Wukong wasn't expecting to be enraptured by such a pretty thing.

Yet here he was, struggling to keep himself in check when he talks to you.

He really does try to keep things slow.

He watches over you, protects you, and acts super playful around you.

I'm talking Wukong probably pounces on you, hugs you, wraps his tail around you....

Honestly, sometimes his attraction to you isn't subtle.

He's met beautiful women and celestial beings before.

Yet... You have caught his eye in this lifetime.

Unlike any other, too.

He's never fallen this bad for a human woman before.

His first desire has always been to protect you, to keep you from harm.

You may even be aware of his feelings, of how infatuated he is.

Maybe not the degree... but you can tell with how playful he is that he's in love.

Yet while Wukong can protect you from demons and other threats... There's one thing that will take you from him eventually.

Your own mortality.

While he has thought of this fear before, you made him temporarily forget it.

He's been more focused on your pretty face and adorable mannerisms.

But occasionally, when left alone with his thoughts...

Wukong wonders what will happen if you do die of old age...?

Wukong may not act on this until years into his obsession.

Maybe for this concept you two are actually involved.

You eventually go into a relationship with Wukong, which pleases the monkey king greatly.

Now he can protect you properly.

Unfortunately... His fears tend to make Wukong seem distant.

Sure, he has you, but for how long?

How long until your time is up?

You no doubt notice this with Wukong when you're around him.

Late at night when you sleep beside him at his home, Wukong seems to be deep in thought.

His golden eyes are often worried... You're aware he gets nervous about potential threats...

But you had no clue how bad it was.

You always comforted him by pulling him close, petting his fur as you cuddled him.

It never solves the problem.

While you may be comfortable with your mortality as a human, Wukong isn't.

You may learn of his fears in passing conversation.

"Do you ever wish for immortality?"

When you decline, saying you're happy with your current lifespan, Wukong stays silent.

You know he worries about losing you... That's the downside of being immortal...

Yet you never wished for the same lengthened lifespan.

Wukong probably would make his partner immortal.

You're not like most humans to him...

You're special, you're his, you're practically soulmates to him....

Would he manipulate you into it? I can see it.

While deception is more of a Macaque thing... Wukong is still quite capable of it.

Honestly, he's stolen a Peach of Immortality before...

I can see him using MK or himself to get another one to trick you into eating it.

He doesn't expect you to eat it willingly.

Who knows, maybe like you said you really don't like peaches?

So... What's exactly stopping him from hiding it in your food?

Even if you weren't partners, you'd probably trust him enough to accept a gift of good from him.

You wouldn't realize until it's too late that he's tricked you.

"You can be mad, I expect it... but soon you'll thank me. Now you and I are together, forever, for all of eternity. Isn't it exciting, peaches?"

It isn't exciting, it's nerve-wracking.

Now you'll be outliving all your friends and family.

Due to Wukong's selfish desire to not be alone, he isolated you.

Now he's the only one you have.

He will be for many years to come.

Wukong tries to tell you it won't be so bad, that you'll love being with him like you always have...

Yet you're already calculating how long you have with him.

To Wukong, making you immortal soothes his own fears and keeps you as his... To him, it's a happy ending.

To you? Well...

It only gives you more fears when you think of the future with him.

[astra-ravana]

Ancient Alchemy

Alchemy is one of the oldest mystical and proto-scientific traditions, blending philosophy, chemistry, spirituality, and metaphysics. It was practiced across multiple civilizations, including Egypt, Greece, China, India, and the Islamic world, each contributing to its development.

⚗Origins and Evolution of Alchemy

Ancient Egypt & Hermetic Alchemy (c. 2000 BCE - 300 BCE)

• Egyptian priests practiced early alchemical processes, such as metal purification and embalming.

• Thoth, later known as Hermes Trismegistus, was considered the patron of alchemy, giving rise to the Hermetic Tradition.

• The Emerald Tablet, attributed to Hermes, introduced the concept of “As above, so below,” suggesting the microcosm reflects the macrocosm.

Greek and Hellenistic Alchemy (c. 300 BCE - 400 CE)

• Greek philosophers like Empedocles and Plato theorized about the four classical elements (earth, water, air, and fire) as the building blocks of reality.

• The idea of the Quintessence (Aether) emerged as a mystical fifth element.

• Alchemy merged with Gnosticism and early Christian mysticism.

Indian and Chinese Alchemy (c. 400 BCE - 1200 CE)

• Indian Alchemy (Rasasastra) focused on immortality and transforming metals into gold, with mercury playing a key role.

• Chinese Alchemy (Neidan & Waidan) aimed at achieving the Elixir of Immortality, focusing on both external substances (Waidan) and internal spiritual practices (Neidan).

• Daoist alchemists sought balance through the Yin-Yang and the Five Elements.

Islamic and Medieval European Alchemy (c. 700 CE - 1600 CE)

• The Islamic world preserved and expanded alchemical knowledge, with figures like Jabir ibn Hayyan (Geber), who systematized laboratory techniques.

• Alchemy entered medieval Europe through translations, inspiring figures such as Albertus Magnus, Roger Bacon, and Paracelsus.

• The quest for the Philosopher’s Stone—a mythical substance granting immortality and transmuting base metals into gold—became central.

Renaissance and Early Modern Alchemy (c. 1500 - 1700 CE)

• The fusion of alchemy and early chemistry occurred through figures like Isaac Newton and Robert Boyle.

• Paracelsus emphasized spagyric alchemy, focusing on the medicinal applications of alchemy rather than purely transmutational goals.

• The rise of the Rosicrucians and Freemasons kept alchemical philosophy alive in esoteric circles.

⚗Core Principles of Alchemy

The Three Alchemical Principles (Tria Prima – Paracelsus)

Alchemy posits that all matter consists of three essential principles:

• Sulfur (Soul) – Represents spirit, transformation, and the volatile aspects of existence.

• Mercury (Mind) – Symbolizes fluidity, adaptability, and the connection between spirit and body.

• Salt (Body) – Embodies physical form and stability.

⚗The Four Classical Elements

Alchemy works with the foundational elements of Earth, Water, Air, and Fire, believing these are essential to transmutation and spiritual purification.

The Magnum Opus (Great Work)

The process of transmutation was divided into four symbolic stages:

• Nigredo (Blackening) – Death, dissolution, and breaking down impurities.

• Albedo (Whitening) – Purification and enlightenment.

• Citrinitas (Yellowing) – Awakening and the infusion of divine light.

• Rubedo (Reddening) – Completion, the birth of the perfected being, or the Philosopher’s Stone.

⚗Applications of Alchemy

Physical & Material Alchemy (Transmutation & Chemistry)

• Attempting to turn lead into gold symbolized the refinement of base matter into perfection.

• Alchemists developed early chemical processes, including distillation, sublimation, and crystallization, laying the groundwork for modern chemistry.

• Gunpowder, acids, and medicinal compounds were discovered through alchemical experiments.

Spiritual & Mystical Alchemy

• Many saw alchemy as a metaphor for spiritual enlightenment—transforming the “lead” of the mundane self into the “gold” of the divine self.

• The Philosopher’s Stone was also symbolic of self-realization and immortality.

• Theurgy and Hermetic practices integrated alchemy with ritual magick to invoke higher states of consciousness.

Medicine & Healing (Alchemical Medicine – Spagyrics)

• Paracelsus introduced the idea that diseases could be cured by extracting the essence of plants and minerals.

• Early homeopathy and herbal medicine developed from these alchemical principles.

• Some alchemists sought longevity elixirs, believed to extend life or even grant immortality.

Psychological Alchemy (Carl Jung’s Interpretation)

• Carl Jung saw alchemy as a metaphor for psychological individuation, where the Magnum Opus represented self-integration.

• The shadow (Nigredo), anima/animus (Albedo), and self-realization (Rubedo) were psychological processes paralleling alchemical transformation.

Occult and Modern Esoteric Alchemy

• Alchemical concepts remain central in Hermeticism, Thelema, Rosicrucianism, and Freemasonry.

• The idea of internal alchemy is found in modern spiritual traditions, focusing on energy work, ascension, and self-deification.

⚗Legacy of Alchemy in the Modern World

• Chemistry & Pharmacology: Many laboratory techniques originated from alchemical practices.

• Spiritual Development: The concept of personal transformation remains a key theme in occult traditions.

• Symbolism & Psychology: Alchemy’s symbols and processes influence Jungian psychology and self-improvement methodologies.

Alchemy is far more than just the pursuit of gold—it is a science of transformation at all levels: material, spiritual, and psychological. From its ancient roots in Egypt and China to its esoteric revival in modern mysticism, alchemy continues to inspire those seeking wisdom, power, and enlightenment.

[cripplecharacters]

sorry if this is a little too vast, but how often do you feel the whole fantasy concept of curses falls into harmful stereotypes? just because a lot of ‘curses’ in fantasy media:

a) display either symptoms of real disabilities, especially chronic illnesses, or have fantastical symptoms that disable the character in some way or another

b) are often tied to some form of morality, whether a person is cursed because they’re evil and it’s a punishment, or they’re helpless and need to be saved from the horrible life of being ill

c) are usually curable through some sort of magic solution, even though disabled readers cannot magically cure their body

d) overall are linked to magic, and it is my understanding that ‘disability caused by a magic spell’ is very tropey with conditions such as vitiligo.

as an (aspiring) fantasy author, i think the whole concept of curses holds a lot of potential, i just wanted to know if it’s something that could likely be taken as hurtful and ableist, and if so is there a specific aspect of curses that shouldn’t be written about or is it a case of ‘abandon the whole concept of curses’.

sorry if this isn’t very coherent, i’m currently on a flare up right now so words are harder for me than usual. thank you all for running such a cool and helpful blog.

Hello!

You're right that this is a very broad topic. Curses on their own aren't inherently problematic but they certainly can be, especially when they're tied with the first point you've mentioned (That is, having symptoms of real disabilities).

Something also worth noting is that none of those points are necessarily bad on their own, it's all about how the author handles it. For example, a character that becomes cursed with immortality after stealing a child from the fae would be okay. A character that becomes cursed with paralysis after offending a sorcerer, however, would be different.

One example that comes to mind is Eda's curse in The Owl House. For those who aren't familiar with it, Eda was cursed by an unknown person for unknown reasons (Though this is later revealed). Her curse caused things such as limbs that pop off easily (Literally becoming removed from her body, in a cartoon-y way), changes to her appearance (Eye and hair colour), occasional transformation into a large demonic beast, negative effects to her magic, and several other things that are more similar to chronic illnesses (Periods of low energy, etc.).

Even before Eda became disabled (She becomes an amputee later on), her curse felt a lot like a disability narrative to me. She's found ways to cope with it and manage the symptoms she experiences such as taking naps and using an elixir (Which has a similar use to medication for her) that keeps her beast form at bay. There are days when the curse is worse and other days when it's better.

Two main things that stick out to me the most about this example is that, though she obviously doesn't enjoy the curse, Eda is more upset about (And focused on) the fact that she doesn't know who cursed her or why. The fact that curing her curse isn't her main goal is very refreshing to me.

The other thing is one particular arc where her mother comes to visit and it's shown that she comes every year with a new proposed cure. Although this is a magic world, the proposed cures are equated to the whole idea of curing paralysis with certain herbs or ADHD with a certain diet. What was especially relatable to me about this was that Eda doesn't want these so-called cures and her mother's actions are shown as an imposition rather than an act of kindness or charity. As somebody who has accepted my own disabilities while my friends and family members have not, this was something that felt very close to home for me.

Eda's curse has some similarities with real world disabilities -- both in some of the symptoms such as low energy as well as in the way it's treated -- but it isn't a disability in and of itself. That said, it's still one of the best portrayals of living with disability that I've seen and it's an excellent example of how curses can be done and related to disability in a way that isn't ableist or poorly designed.

The main reason that the portrayal of Eda's curse is so well done is because it's designed with consideration for the show's disabled audience. Although some able-bodied people may pick up on certain things, the whole narrative around Eda's curse is much more relatable and obvious to people who live with a disability than those who don't.

Essentially, it's the story that a lot of disabled people want to see.

Not somebody with a disability being cured or fixed but somebody with a disability living a full, meaningful life and with those around them learning to understand and accept that.

Eda's mother doesn't stop looking for a cure because she gives up on her daughter or because her daughter pushes her away. She stops because she realizes how her efforts were hurting Eda and how their relationship was suffering from it.

Not only that but she also accepts that Eda knows her curse better than her mother does AND she wants to learn more about Eda's methods for dealing with it.

This is huge!

The series is showing respect for Eda's bodily autonomy and her independence. It's recognizing that disabled people know our disabilities and our bodies better than others do. A lot of us have to deal with constant unsolicited advice on how to deal with our disabilities from friends, family members, and even complete strangers so to see this situation portrayed in this way was especially refreshing.

This is a smaller factor but another way that Eda's curse was done well is that it's clearly fantasy. The cause is fantasy, the manifestations are fantasy, and the resulting effects are fantasy.

While the effects may have some similarities to real life disabilities, the manifestations are enough to differentiate the curse from actual disabilities. For example, people with dissociative disorders may have moments they can't remember but they don't turn into a large demonic beast during them.

There's enough of a distance there that it isn't equated one-to-one as disability, even if the narrative is very similar to disability narratives.

Unfortunately, I have also seen curses portrayed in a way that is ableist and rather poorly dealt with.

I don't intend to name it (I'll explain my reasoning below*) but I recently read a book where one of the side characters was cursed as punishment for her own selfish actions and ended up functionally mute. She used ASL to communicate for the most part. Within the book, the character is shown to be so bitter and upset about her curse and the resulting effects that she takes it out on her family and her child in particular.

This is bad for several reasons.

First, by making the curse so similar to a real-world disability/symptom, any associations made with the curse are also, by extension, being made with that disability. In showing how much this character hates her curse, it's also showing how much she hates being disabled.

If her curse was something like waking up every day in a different body (Or something else that has no real-world equivalent), it's easier to put distance between the curse and any similarities to disability. It also allows you, as the writer, to focus more on other aspects as opposed to the immediate focus of how the curse disables a character (Such as how Eda was bothered by not knowing how or why she was cursed rather than the curse itself).

Because the curse is equated to her disability, this also falls into several ableist tropes.

As the curse was a punishment from the fae for her own selfish actions, it falls into the "disability as punishment" trope.

The fact that her curse -- or at least her frustration/bitterness from the curse -- is pushing her to act the way that she does also causes it to fall into several problematic tropes involving disabled villains. For one thing, the prime cause of her "bad behaviour" (For lack of a better term) being her curse/disability.

In contrast, Eda from The Owl House does push people away because of her curse but it's because of her fear (Specifically the fear of losing control of her beast form and hurting somebody) that causes her to do that. This habit of pushing people away out of fear is also touched on and shown outside of the context of her curse.

With the book, the character's actions are directly shown to be because she's mute and the anger/bitterness/frustration she feels around that.

A lot of this specific problem comes from the writing itself. If the author had wrote it so the character was lashing out at her family because she felt like she wasn't being heard or because she was afraid they might do something dangerous (Such as going after the fae that did this) and she wouldn't be able to stop them, that would be a different situation. There may still be some negative associations but it's less of a direct correlation between being cursed/disabled and being a jerk.

Now, having a character become cursed as a punishment isn't necessarily a bad thing.

In the show Lucifer, the side character Cain is cursed with immortality after killing his brother (And, as this is the same Cain from the bible, committing the first murder). Throughout his arc on the show, Cain is looking for a way to cure his curse and, essentially, die.

Because immortality isn't anywhere close to a real-world disability, these other factors aren't a problem as there's no association with disability.

Essentially what I'm getting at here is that curses can be perfectly fine. They aren't inherently ableist or problematic in any way but they certainly can be. It's all about how you, as the writer, handle it and what associations you're making -- whether you intend to or not.

The main thing to keep in mind when including curses in your writing is to consider what purpose they're serving and what you want to do with them.

If you want the curse to be a punishment for something terrible that the character has done, it's best to stay far away from disability and lean more into the fantasy side of things.

If you want curing the curse to serve as the character's main goal throughout the story, it could be okay to have some elements of real-world disability in there. For example, in a world where magic is used freely maybe your character is cursed to only be able to use their magic through a specific conduit and if it goes unused for a while, it causes tics or spasms.

While this is still similar to real-world disabilities (Such as Tourette's syndrome or epilepsy), there's enough distance between the manifestation of the curse (Only being able to use their magic through a specific conduit) and the disability-like effect of it (The tics/spasms). This distance gives you the ability to focus on other aspects of the curse (Such as the problems with magic) as the motivation for wanting to cure it rather than the disability aspects of it.

One final word of caution is to be careful when mixing the "curse as an allegory for disability" and "curse as a punishment for doing something evil". I'd generally suggest avoiding it. I have never seen it done in a way that doesn't end up incredibly ableist and reading as a bad cautionary tale for children ("Eat your veggies or you'll end up in a wheelchair" = "Don't kick children because they might be witches and you'll end up blind").

This is especially important to keep in mind if you want to use the curse as a disability narrative or otherwise have it be treated/showed similarly to disability (Like The Owl House did with Eda). If you want to do that, explore explore other causes for the curse. Maybe it was the result of a training mishap with a new witch? Or maybe they accidentally broke a dangerous artifact? Just as long as it's not shown to be a punishment/consequence of sorts.

As promised, I've explained my reasoning for not naming the book down below.

Cheers,

~ Mod Icarus

*So my reasoning for not naming the book is because of a few things. The main one is that, while the rest of the examples I gave have a fairly large and established presence, this book is by a new author and published by a small publishing company. Simply put, they don't have the same resources that corporations such as Disney and Fox do.

The other thing is that while there are multiple writers working on tv shows like The Owl House and Lucifer, this book has a singular creator and this is her first book. Although I did criticize her portrayal of the character's curse heavily, there were several parts I enjoyed and I am reluctant to put the book on blast and risk discouraging her from writing more.

If this was the work of a more established author (Such as Rick Riordan or JK Rowling) or I was discussing it in a more positive light, I'd be more comfortable naming the book openly.

[olegianote]

MLP G5: Repaired Bonds AU

[This AU focuses on bringing back concepts, lore and history, which was established in the G4 show, into the G5 story. Everything consists of the ideas I (and my friends!!) found really cool. They might not make sense to everyone, but they do to us <3]

I'll keep the story brief for this post, but first, let me introduce the Alicorns!

Flurry Heart plays a major role in the story, she basically takes Twilight's place as the one who put all pony magic into the stones. [I'll explain my reasoning in the future post.]

After casting this powerful spell she turned into a crystal sculpture, sealing her powers as well. When Sunny brings the stones together, magical energy frees Flurry from the slumber and now she has to learn the ways of modern ponies and learn about the past centuries.

Sunny Starscout helps Flurry Heart to catch up with everything and acts as a guide, explaining new rules, cultures and more!

So modern day adventures will be full of learning new things, being faced with the concept of immortality and friendship lessons for Flurry Heart!

Flurry with accessories, Sunny as a pony and their height comparison!

And by the end they'll actually fall in love with each other! A crackship AND a slowburn? I told you some things just won't make sense!

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!

[talonabraxas]

“The power of life causes the snake to shed its skin, just as the moon sheds its shadow. The serpent sheds its skin to be born again, as the moon its shadow to be born again. They are equivalent symbols.

Sometimes the serpent is represented as a circle eating its own tail. That’s an image of life. Life sheds one generation after another, to be born again.

The serpent represents immortal energy and consciousness engaged in the field of time, constantly throwing off death and being born again. There is something tremendously terrifying about life when you look at it that way.

And so the serpent carries in itself the sense of both the fascination and the terror of life.” ― Joseph Campbell.

In the world of shamanism, the concept of rebirth takes on a whole new meaning, focusing on transformation and shedding the limitations of your current self. Unlike reincarnation, shamanic rebirth isn't about a complete overhaul. It's a symbolic death of your old patterns, habits, and ways of thinking.

Shamanism Art: Katie Scott

[yukurie]

So I had an idea about haunts and ghost territories. Ghosts have haunts and are fairly territorial over them. Danny’s haunt is Amity Park obviously but it extends to more than that: every square inch of the town and every resident that lives in it whether they currently live it in or were born there and moved elsewhere are his and he is very protective, it’s his nature after all, his very obsession is to protect.

Normally multiple ghosts haunting a location is normal, there is a hierarchy and internal logic to how a ghost goes about joining a location to haunt however: when a new ghost is formed or finds a location that calls to them to be their haunt and it’s already haunted the new ghost must find the ghost with the original claim to the location and request to co-haunt it. Usually this is accepted and allowed with a few exceptions of greedy ghosts.

Danny isn’t fully aware of all this however, his living side has been blocking out certain instincts of his ghost half in a mental block he’s unconsciously made to continue having a sense of “normalcy” in his living half of his life. One day a particularly rude and aggressive ghost come through the portal and states that they will take this haunt as their own, Danny as usual excuses himself from the class though those few looking at him (Tucker, Sam, maybe Dash) notice he looked particularly angry (what was that crunch? Why does the corner of his desk look cracked?). As he fights the ghost onlookers notice Phantom is particularly aggressive while fighting this ghost: there’s no quips, every time he talks to the ghost he seems enraged, and he seems to be doing as much as he can to hurt the ghost instead of capturing him as usual. After the fight is over and he disappears (to release the ghost back i to the infinite realms) instead of being gone till another ghost appears (Danny never returned to class), Phantom can be seen floating above one of the tallest buildings for hours observing the town quietly.

Ghosts are ageless, once they pass a small impassable mental barrier is created to separate them from their mortal age to protect their mind from the passage of time, now that more of hi instincts as ghost are no longer being blocked by his living half he is starting to see everyone around him as what they are: children (they will pass on eventually and he’ll be here to guide them gently through it).

Depending on if this is a no one knows au or if Tucker and Sam know it changes from here. If they don’t know: they notice Danny seems to quiet drastically from here, his eyes seem both duller and almost older, he seems to watch everyone almost like an old man would watch a child taking their first steps before snapping back to his normal self. If they do know well they go looking for him and when they find him he’s draped along a balcony of the tallest building in the town in his ghost form watching the town quietly, when they try to question why he didn’t come back and why they heard he was so violent with this ghost he answers vaguely and says something along the lines of “He tried to take whats mine”.

Basically my idea is that some random rude ghost claims they intend to steal his haunt and that breaks down the mental block his living side has created to keep him balanced, now his mind is flickering back and forth between the 14 year old boy who happens to be half dead and the practically immortal ghost who happens to be half alive and who practically reigns over the concept of protection. It also releases just how truly protective he is over his town and everyone connected to it.

Heck if you wanted to you could potentially extend this to dpxdc by making it so that since he practically reigns over the concept of protecting people that everyone who would fall under the titles of “hero, vigilante, or antihero” (basically anyone who does what he does for Amity) and focuses on saving people fall under his banner. A hero saves someone somehow despite being sure they shouldn’t have been able to run that fast or be that strong or stay standing after the damage they took? Danny subconsciously grants them that additional little help they needed to save that person. Maybe batman could notice that occasionally in extremely dire circumstances heroes at seemingly random are able to do things not in their limits that can’t be explained via adrenaline: maybe flash manages to hold up something he isn’t nearly strong enough to even lift an inch, maybe Batman manages to run at a speed just barely under super-speed but definitely over what he knows he’s capable of to save a child from being shot in the head, etc etc

[amacaronexpert]

Aughhh i loved your yamdere aleph writing, can you do nsfw hcs next? You can ofc delete this ask

Your writing is so amazing btw!

Bro- did you even have to ask? Because I am always happy to write about Aleph!

(Just for you, NSFW headcannons for all his alters, and a little surprise for you, Enjoy ✌︎˶╹ꇴ╹˶✌︎)

Yandere Aleph NSFW Headcannons

TW: Yandere themes, Noncon, toxic relationship, Dissociative Identity Disorder, manipulation, bit of gangbang

A/n: I may do a bit of Afab, a bit gender neutral, maybe a bit of male reader but I’m not good at writing Male readers (sorry ᵕ᷄≀ ̠ᵕ᷅ ), note, when I’m referring to all of Aleph and his alter egos it will be ‘them’, when referring to one of the alters ‘him’.

Enjoy the Headcannons

A Yandere Aleph with their S/O, finally together, with them, oh how utterly bad for you, depending on your situation. But either way, you’re fucked. But I’ll go in order from the most tame of the Alters to the more less than ideal of them in terms of intimacy.

The Answering Machine

Let’s start off with the Answering Machine! He is the most tame one, the more observant than actually touching his Darling. But that doesn’t mean he is above touching his Darling in a more intimate setting.

As he is more observant and more keen on seeing every detail of you, his obsession, his trapped paramour, his hands never leave you, not when you and him are behind closed doors, at least he has the decency to consider not humiliating you. Gloved hands groping and holding every curve, every roll of skin, feeling the imperfections of your body to memorize them, his wild red hair tickling your skin as his masked face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, feeling your warmth.

Probably due to his immortality, Aleph never really had much intimacy, more focused on finding answers or advising people who asked questions. But now with you, his reluctant beloved, his attention is on you, his perfect memory logging everything, the way your body tense before you cum, the unwillingness to show your face to him when you reached your ecstasy. How submissive you can be once you start to unravel after the umpteenth time his fingers gently teased you to your orgasm.

His patience can be infuriating to you if you hate being teased to the edge if you rather want it over quick. He just rather wants to see every detail about you. Infuriating as it is, The Answering Machine is probably the most flexible yandere in terms of being submissive, letting you grab and pull his hair, being underneath you, letting you pull at his restraints that made up his white uniform, mostly curious to see you, how you would do it, how you might touch him, would it be gentle? Would it be rough? In terms of him being a yandere, seeing you being on top of him would turn him on in some degree, oh like the concept of transcendentality never failed to elude him, there you are, making him feel like a fool, like he still had so much to learn again, how you made him feel so confused, his feelings twisting to accommodate only you as his “partner”.

He’s probably the only one who doesn’t really do much aftercare and only the basic cleaning since being in a prison cell he would be desensitized to the unclean stuff, only at your behest, just after the deed he would curl up around you, head on your chest as you are heaving, tuckered out while he just takes everything in, soaking up every detail, your sweat clinging to your skin, the mess of cum in your thighs and a bit on your lower abdomen, the body shivering in the afterglow.

I think he would just lay there for a time, not doing anything other than observe you, maybe let you have some privacy if you turn your back to him, but he’s still touching you, his hands pressing against your back to lightly massage your tense muscles or to feel more of your body in this new position.

Yeah don’t expect the Answering Machine to NOT be handsy, while he may be an observant yandere, once he has you in private, his hands are groping all over you.

The Idealist

Definitely a romantic, a very delusional romantic, very eager as well, maybe a semi-public one, he is unabashedly intimate, you have to wrestle him off of you if you are in the presence of others, because he is very possessive. He does not care for shame, have you seen him? He does not take his medicine, he is stubborn about his beliefs until he gets shot by a bullet and he died.

He’s definitely the type to whisper “romantic” murmurs into your ears, even at the cusp of intimacy, praising you while you’re pinned down and he is teasing you with a sloppy yet impulsive arrogance. I sorta see him as an impatient prick if you and him are in a semi-public area, his fingers lowered in a sort of impulsive and reckless behavior, he has no shame in it, his lips near your ear as he murmurs about his complaints, complaining about how prudish you are and just being dramatic about how you refuse to let him ravish you like you so much deserve.

Bro is a freak and he carries that pride, PDA? More like public displays of freakiness with how much he can’t keep his hands off of you and how much he talks about very intimate subjects, about how beautiful your eyes are when you’re about to cry out during your orgasm, how your legs wobble like a newborn fawn in the spring in the afterglow of his “affections”, how he breaks into a poetic display when he sees that your mind is like a sponge as he fucks you passionately through your orgasm, whispering praises and obsessive loving murmurs as his lower waist becomes all eager again seeing you so mindlessly excited for his cock and his fingers’ ministrations.

Most definitely your mind will be embarrassingly triggered into a state of horniness when you hear certain words, you can thank the Idealist for ruining a certain few words or more.

Not to mention the fact that he acts so whimsical and romantic, as if he didn’t fuck you like you were going to disappear the moment he lets you go. The soft coos as he gently rubs his hands against your thighs, his face buried into your chest, the dramatic poetry he would be ranting to your vulnerable state as he press you against a soft plush mattress, he wants it to be as “romantic” as possible. He’s probably the type to drag his darling into a bubble bath with flowers just so he could touch them more and feel their wet body all pliant and malleable in his hands like putty after an exhausting round of intimacy.

Bro run away, run away from this freaky guy, most definitely may use his “poetry” as a way so he can show you off in public as he fucks you, he wants everyone to know that you are his beloved, he is applying hickeys, love bites, anything that may have a beautiful purple on your soft skin, his lips always sure to press a soft kiss, the kinds of kisses that could make a soft velvety blanket be ashamed.

He may also “mark” you, just to piss off Dr. Merlin, bro’s rivalry with Dr. Merlin does not stop at you. And the Idealist is pretty greedy, the kind to hug your body close to him, your curves are being groped at least THRICE, he’s paying attention to every ounce of you, lavishing you with attention until you are just overstimulated putty in his hands, he is just giggling with joy to see your beautiful face, his chest puffed up with pride as he is nuzzling his face into your neck to press kisses against your neck.

He is not the type to use any sex toys or any form of restraints, as he believes in the sort of soft, romantic, and intimate nature of it, just his hands, wrapped around you as he sweetly ravished and adore you noises and little squirms. He outright adores the domesticity of a natural beauty that is coupling. He probably horny as a high school couple, and like one, he doesn’t know or care how public it is, if he wants you, he will, and he is the kind of asshole that will only do it sneaky when he feels smug.

Just be glad that the Idealist knows when to stop, because at least when you are genuinely tired, he is very gentle with handling you.

Dr. Merlin

If you thought the Idealist was the worst, just wait. Dr. Merlin is fucking sadistic. Insane piece of work, when he wants you, he wants you.

Dr. Merlin is not picky about where he has his fix of intimacy with you, you are perfection in his eyes, and he is stubbornly dominant, he likes being in control, you think it doesn’t extend to the bedroom? Nope.

Speaking of bedroom, Dr. Merlin can and will take you on his desk, try and resist moaning but he will not care if anyone comes in to investigate the noise, arcanists are too afraid of this man to even dare enter his office. Dr. Merlin wants people to see you, he wants them to see you pinned underneath him, to see you be such a perfect willing patient, his assistant. Try and keep your noises to yourself, you greedy greedy tease, because Dr. Merlin is not above rutting into you as he squeezes your thighs and pinning you harshly against the finely carved wood of his desk.

I see him as the type to restrain his darling against the operating table, the sick fuck probably gets off to you strapped down, all ready for him as his red gloved hands grope at your body while you whimper and whine so pathetically. He will probably be so degrading to you as he is lazily thrusting his fingers, stroking your sensitive skin, mapping out every vein, every muscle, maybe even point out your scars or imperfections as correctly guess how you receive them.

He probably pop quiz you as a punishment, like imagine him edging you, just being so full of himself, questioning you on your knowledge on a procedure or a medical instrument while his fingers start to press more, purposefully clouding your mind about how his fingers are jammed into you, stretching you out as the cold air prickled you skin, his porcelain masked face getting closer as if mockingly leaning to hear your voice try to blubber out the answer before he thrusts faster just as you were about to say the correct answer, this jerk probably wants you to get the wrong answer so he can prolong the game.

Oh but when you have that correct answer, you finally get it now, straps released and you are pressed against the table, wrists pinned above your head while Merlin’s dick is rutting into you, belts applied to your more curvaceous parts of your body like thighs, hips, chest, your back turned to his while he takes the time to slightly lifts his mask up to reveal his chapped lips, lowering his face to whisper in your ear, mocking you, degrading you as you try to squirm out of his grasp.

Unfortunately for you, Dr. Merlin is not so lenient with you, he may use you as a cockwarmer as he furiously scribbles down notes or letters, his free hand grabbing your jaw and holds it high so he could press his face against your neck, feel the purr of your heartbeat for a little respite as he grinds his hips against you just to feel the satisfaction of your thighs squeezing his dick, making him horny, oh now look what you’ve done, you minx, getting him all riled up for his attention, you know you should have just asked….

He probably lets you go on purpose, just so he can trap you in the ever shifting reality that was created by the Tear of Comala just so he can find you and giving you a brutal fucking experience, using the die to make your mind go into a migraine of the reality that you are in shift in on you, like you were stuck in the confines of your own mind while Dr. Merlin whispers about how this was your doing, how disappointed he was in your attempt to leave him, after all he had done to court you.

Though I must say, I think Dr. Merlin at rare occasions is soft, only very private, because he doesn’t want people to see his more “pathetic” self, which to give him credit for, he is still controlling in the bedroom, yet his touch is more gentle, as if fascinated by your body, his body relaxing into yours in the aftermath, his messy red hair envelopes you, he most likely be the type to pull you close and let you rest against his chest while his head is on top of yours, to let you be lulled to sleep by his neck.

Ok time for the gangbang part-

Remember back in my General Yandere Headcannons for Aleph? Remember how I mentioned that in canon, Aleph can use the Tear of Comala to will his other alters into existence, making it more fucked for you if you tried to escape?…

Yeah, it’s a mess, literally. The Idealist and Dr. Merlin will take you, probably make it a competition or like a game of intimate tug of war, while the Answering Machine watches, he will watch as you are in between the Idealist and Dr. Merlin, both with big egos that clashed so often, it is a miracle that they haven’t fought.

The Idealist kissing you while Dr. Merlin’s gloved hands groped your chest, not out of his own pleasure, but to prevent the Idealist from touching you their, his thumb pressing against your nipples while the Idealist’s hands tried to find another place to grope at you, but Dr. Merlin is quicker, grabbing your waist and forcing you against his body while the Idealist complained to the Answering Machine about Dr. Merlin being greedy with you.

They forgot about your escape attempt, well probably not forget about it, but they were distracted by you. It is halfway until your orgasm that the Answering Machine joins in, only by Dr. Merlin’s orders, keeping your arms restrained while Dr. Merlin’s hands grabbed your hips, forcing your thighs open just for his lower waist to meet with yours taking off the white apron that was full of surgical tools to not ruin that skin of yours while his dick is thrusting into you. The Idealist complaining and whining, which pissed off Dr. Merlin more and made him more rough on you.

Despite your protests that were cut short from Dr. Merlin’s quick sharp scolding that you didn’t have permission to speak for running away, the Answering Machine’s hand patted your head, as though rewarding you for not trying to struggle.

The smell of sex was getting more intense as you started to shiver and shake, feeling your impending release, the Answering Machine’s fingers slowly moving down your lower abdomen while you felt Dr. Merlin’s dick fully inside of you, the Answering Machine silently presses his forehead against your neck, as if giving a forehead kiss to the back of your neck for being “obedient” while his fingers dipped inside, stroking and with a slight press, your release came crashing down, your eyes rolling back as the Answering Machine only recoiled his fingers while Dr. Merlin came inside of you, still keeping his cock in so that not an ounce escaped.

As soon as he slipped out, the Answering Machine caught you, lifting you up while Dr. Merlin diligently cleaned and made himself proper while the Idealist picked an argument with Dr. Merlin. But that didn’t last for long as suddenly, like you regained consciousness, Dr. Merlin and the Idealist were gone, and so was the long winding corridors that were covered in pages and walls that were made out of confusing materials.

Only the Tear of Comala in the Answering Machine’s hand, floating wistfully before his hand clenched around it before his lanky slightly slouched frame started to carry you away, back to your now shared quarters so he can let you have some rest.

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A/n: Alr, I think this is accurate as I could, idk, but see yall next time ⸜(*˙꒳˙*)⸝

[vesora]

my opinion + quotes at the end

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the concept thinking from the end in itself can bring lack i believe

there is no beginning, there is no middle and there is no end.

there is just now.

there is no 'end', there is just a different persona to the one 'you' - as in your true self - has now. every possibility is happening all at once - all NOW.

there is no time lag. stop looking outside of you for answers. realise who you really are and that is - God. just bask in that for a bit.

there is no trying. there is no effort. there just is. you just are.

just surrender and eliminate the possibility of problems existing.

you are no-thing, therefore you can be any-thing. you are formless, therefore you can take shape of any form. you are free.

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"You are a master. Not a victim, not a slave. You are here to be a God, a creator, a chooser, a responsible party of creation-- a free agent of Infinity." - Bentinho Massaro

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"Be alive! This is a dream! Move on, create, be fearless, be immortal, be timeless, be unafraid. Be focused on what you do not yet know; be focused in the new-- in the non-physical" -Bentinho Massaro

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"The mind creates time and space, and takes its own creations for reality. All is here and now, but we do not see it. Truly, all is in me and by me. There is nothing else. The very idea of “else” is a disaster and a calamity." -Nisargadatta Maharaj

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“I will be” is a confession that “I am not “ The Father's will is always “I AM.” Until you realize that YOU are the Father (there is only one I AM and your infinite self is that I AM), your will is always “I will be.” ― Neville Goddard, The Power of Awareness

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Nothing outside yourself can cause you any trouble. You yourself make the waves in your mind. If you leave your mind as it is, it will become calm. - Shunryu Suzuki

[the-burd-lord]

Finally confident enough to post my sketchy redesigns for Perfect Purgatory. I may change some colors for Sir P and Husk, but for now I’m satisfied with how they've all turned out. I'd also like to thank @midnighthybrid1 for helping me out with Lucifer's colors!

Tried to keep them simple, yet recognizable as both animation and comic friendly designs.

One key theme I wanted to do with colors is designate what realm they most align with thematically- red (warm colors) for hell, blue (cool colors) for heaven, and yellow (muted) for purgatory.

There's also blends of colors for certain characters such as Vox incorporating red into his outfit and choosing to wear blue, or Lucifer having yellows in his palette despite being the ruler of hell. I'll let y'all pick out some patterns urself ;)

Idk even know if it's a rewrite or my interpretation or what to call it anymore but- Perfect Purgatory is a more horror oriented interpretation of Hazbin. Focusing on themes of redemption, the existentialism of immortality, faith, and dehumanization through the various residents of Hotel Līmen.

Lineup below:

This took me so long and I still have three characters to add along with making alternate looks for some of them, last 3 are Valentino, Velvette, and Sera. But I think it's good for now.

I also now have a clear idea of a story! It's not just floating concepts anymore. Still dunno how I want to present it though.