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You Exist Because Nothing Does
In the profound stillness of existence, there lies a paradox that both mystifies and enlightens: the realization that you exist because Nothing does. This concept, which dances on the edge of comprehension, invites us to explore the depths of nonduality and the nature of our very being.At the heart of this exploration is the understanding that nothingness is not a void but a fertile ground from…
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#boundless#direct experience#Eastern Philosophy#Existence#form and emptiness#Infinite Potential#nonduality#Nothingness#reality#spiritual awakening#the mystery of existence#Transformation#Unity
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a couple scribbles i cleaned up. also i think i like drawing him in varying states of distress
#i desperately want to know what happened the first time he cried#actually is that something he can do? is he capable of it?#i feel like he wouldn't like it...#since crying is messy and we all know he enjoys/values his appearance greatly#i mean cmon. its an involuntary loss of composure. and especially if he doesnt understand what/why its happening#so in my mind rn hed be idk... kinda desperate to stop crying & act fine?#HES SO FASCINATING. WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM <3#many things probably!#what to do when you're a puppet created as a blank slate while everyone around you already Knows Shit and Understands Feelings#scribble salad#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#welcome home fanart#welcome home wally#wally darling#i know there's a lot of Head Empty jokes abt him#but honestly he gives the vibes of thinking constantly#always absorbing information and considering and learning and Forming Opinions#he LOOKS head empty. but he isnt.#i just cant imagine him never not Thinking#unless he really is head empty in which case. good for him. i support him no matter what. hes just like me<3
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Stained glass by Constantine Woolnough, 1858 Church of St Mary, Dennington, Suffolk Photography by Simon Knott
#christianity cw#constantine woolnough#stained glass#photography#simon knott#saw another post with what was imo a worse picture of one of these windows and wanted to add the second one#absolutely stunning work imo#(the eternal tension of μέν hating & fearing most forms of christianity qua violent smothering institution#while also δέ really loving a lot of the art & architecture that sprang from it & is inextricably linked with it…)#(like. love me a good church. do not want to get anywhere near one unless it's empty.)#anyway. pls enjoy these windows.
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wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?
"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.
Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."
"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"
He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.
Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.
Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."
"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."
Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.
Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."
He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."
This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"
Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.
Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.
Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.
Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."
#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp prompt#dpxdc prompt#dpxdc crossover#danny phantom au#dpxdc au#i am SO tempted to make this a danyal al ghul au for no other reason than I love Danyal Al Ghul <33 he is the most blorbo ever#wolfpack au#tagged dpxdc bc i think yall could have fun with this idea.#plus this was inspired by a clone^2 commission that i just got the finished piece for today. which i'll prolly share if anyone's interested#just no thoughts head empty danny with a mini wolfpack :] Sirius and Procyon are very protective of him. they wuuuuuv him.#my idea (kinda) is that they're actually straight up *danny's* wolves. like. they were made when he was. they're not random ghost wolves#that decided to imprint on this random ghost child. they're danny's. they're like. familiars. the fact that wolves symbolize power. loyalty#guardianship and the fact that they're described as 'extremely intuitive with a near supernatural instinct that can detect danger'#(all of which can apply to danny) was coincidental. but yeah. they formed in the ghost zone and when they didn't find their boy they went#searching for him. which is why he didn't have them right away. but also if anyone wants to take this they can interpret however they like#also like. the fact that danny canonically is friends with a wolf person (Wulf) and befriended Cujo instantly -- who is shown to be hostile#to anyone NOT danny -- makes me think that dogs just REALLY really like him. he's like. an animal whisperer. which i think is really funny#bc i think it'd drive sam -- resident animal activist -- up a wall. just a little bit. like yes its great that these animals love danny sm!#but also!!! she!! look her way pls. she loves you animals sm. she's vegetarian!! she's just a little envious. just a tad.#just mmm the mental image of Sirius and Procyon stalking out of Danny's shadow with deep rumbling growls. their hackles raised and their#muzzles scrunched up to reveal dangerously sharp gleaming teeth. they're protecting their boy.
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[Worlds in Worlds — Danusha Laméris]
#me remaking black mask again ??#more likely than u think#poem's about shuake btw#not actually. but#what if your resentment & desire had physical form#what if they could fight about it ...#contrary to what u might think#robin is actually winning rn#persona 5#p5#persona 5 royal#p5r#procreate#2023#goro akechi#5.5 hours#not fixing the red on his cape i am DONE#if this schedules wrong .....#originally gonna color this like the other pixel ones#but that took too much time. so brain gone head empty way
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He dies if you don't pay attention to him, its a very urgent situation for an uncle to attend to.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#jiang cheng#jin ling#In the audio drama he's banging on the door and it cracks me up#i really wanted to draw jin ling banging on a window but I could not make it look right B*(#he exhibits such strong needy little dog vibes in this scene#scratching and banging at the door because its *Closed*!!!! how could you do this!!! aughhh!!!#i called him jiang cheng’s designer depression puppy before but this really proves it#this is the perfect and ideal form of a spoiled character. when he gets away beeing needy because he’s loved#JC’s threats are *so* empty. He’s the uncle who says ‘no more candy for today’ and caves after looking at JL’s wet eyes#‘hey op are you going to talk about the clown nose?’ okay sure. it was tucked into the fluff of the dog from the last comic#or maybe wwx just grows them every once in a while when he’s being a clowned on
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Doll: Miss? Can this one ask you something?
Witch, smiling: Go ahead doll. I'm all ears.
Doll: This one was... wait... Miss is all ears?
Witch, nodding: Yes sweetie I-
Doll, eyes filling with alarm and awe: Butbutbut where are they?! Are they like really really small? Are they invisible?! Are they magic ears?!
Witch, rolling its eyes: Dear that-
Doll, starting to whisper: This one must be very quiet. All those ears must make everything super loud. I'm just gonna go clean Miss. It loves you.
Witch, shrugging and sighing: I wonder what it wanted to ask...
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the all-seeing one
#wanyan mowang#oc#oc art#digital art#original character#portrait#art#my oc#abstract art#thats his actual corporeal form lol just a guy with empty eye sockets#i wanted to keep it simple but oh well#he doesn't even have markings i just had fun JDILSJFISJDFG
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- We can handle everything.
#Destiel#destiel kiss#dean winchester#dean#castiel#CAS#dean and cas#castiel and dean#after the empty#middle form cas#true form cas#trueform!cas#supernatural#SPN#spn fanart#destiel art#smth went wrong after the empty#THEY LOVE EACH OTHER#forehead kisses#season 15 fix it#they belong together#DEANCAS
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I’ve been thinking about the concept of a minuteman combat doll who’s FAR too good at her job.
Really only built to last a couple of fights, she should have been killed in the line of duty months ago. Her sentience is really just a tool to use on the field, developed to help her fight more effectively, but that sentience has become warped. Her ability to think on her feet has become twisted into free will, which doesn’t make sense in a body that is only ever awoken when the guard needs her to be cutting down insurgents.
When she has a brief moment to rest, she thinks. It’s not comfortable. The viscera of countless rebels cakes her bladed arms, and she remembers who each sinew of muscle or chunk of flesh belonged to. She’s lived long enough to recognise patterns between each and every one she’s killed: insignia adorning their masks and shirts, the chants they cry before being met with a wall of fibreglass and steel, even a rough outline of the causes they tend to fight for. She’s pieced that last one together from context clues, which is a skill she didn’t want to learn. But once you’re sentient for long enough, you tend to passively pick up on these things, no matter how uncomfortable they make you.
She’s been alive enough to understand concepts she shouldn’t. Names, homes, values, dreams, love, planning, yearning. These aren’t for her, and any time she stops, she begins to understand them more.
The idea of staying alive deeply disturbs her. Each time the filigree clockwork inside her spins to life, she prays it catches some wayward molotov or a strategically-placed polearm of some kind. But she can’t do that intentionally. To do so could spell the end of what she’s defending, and that goes against her mission statement – her reason for existing.
It’s only been four months since she was built, but it’s too much to bear. She wasn’t meant to live this long. Hell, she wasn’t meant to live, neither in the “not dead” way nor the way humans use it to mean making their lives filled with enjoyment. This isn’t for her. Existence was enough, existence was all that was planned, but her reward for excelling at her task of being the perfect combat doll has earned her the cruel reward of awareness.
Maybe if she pushes herself hard enough, it’ll finally result in her demise or her decommissioning. She’s not valuable enough to repair, but she’s valuable enough to keep around. But if one never fully breaks down, then when will that time come? Deployment after deployment, she wishes she could be broken down and reforged into something new, just so that she could get a mulligan on this whole “overdeveloped sense of identity” thing. But why does she want to be reborn at all? This shouldn’t matter to her at all!
All of a sudden, the alarm bells toll. The bellows in her chest breathe life into her chassis.
She shakes her head and steels herself.
Just one more deployment.
Come on, doll. Make yourself useful.
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Me, doing all the training, abyssal chaos, deepspace trial, hunter contest, listening to every damn un-listened to tender moments story side shit to save those gems for monday:
#im such an if i dont have to do it i wont type person#ive been avoiding all this side shit like it’s a form of plague#i didn’t get rafs card in the last event#im not walking away from this one empty handed#love and deepspace
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and then everyone had nightmares for a month. the end
#caterpillar-butterfly metamorphosis is. Um. inch resting#fascinating! also horrifying! id like to Experience it!#oh to dissolve into soup and be radically transformed into something new. preferably with wings#also realistically. there would be a shed skin left behind#like watch a time lapse of a caterpillar forming the chrysalis#the chrysalis forms Inside the bug and then like... splits it open and the caterpillar's now empty skin just shrivels like a rolled sock#so like... whoever discovers howdy's chrysalis would have to deal with seeing his scooped-out body#UNLESS IM THINKING ABOUT IT TOO LITERALLY BECAUSE HES A MF PUPPET#still. something to think about#scribble salad#yassified howdy <3#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#welcome home fanart#frank: never fear neighbors - ill ease your worries with detailed information! that way theres no room left for anxiety-inducing mysteries!#frank: why are you screaming
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lestat de lioncourt - on the deer which runs faster than itself. Hélène Cixous, Stigmata / Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat / Interview with a Vampire (2022) / Catherine Malabou, Ontology of the Accident / Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001 / Louis Moe, Allegory / Ovid, Metamorphoses / Ethel Cain, Ptolomea / The Company of Wolves (1984) / Lingua Ignota, I WHO BEND THE TALL GRASSES / Hugh Parry, Ovid's Metamorphoses: Violence in a Pastoral Landscape.
#lestat de lioncourt#lestat#interview with the vampire#fascinating how thematically and psychologically intertwined these two traumatic events (wolves / magnus) are for lestat…#when nicki jokingly asks if lestat became a werewolf after his first near-death experience. like Ok.#there’s ofc this through-line of pushing beyond the limits of form when flight is no longer an option—i.e. transforming.#for characters in myth this is often salvation. their gods aiding them in their time of need#but for lestat there would be no divine intervention.#(unless you count magnus as this force. which. is another topic entirely)#the transformation isn’t the escape; it’s what he’s trying to escape from#‘knowing the only release was the birth or my own death’ —> ‘only death or radical transformation offers any release’ —> ‘the emptiness of#death and still i said No.’ and even then that’s not The End. the Wolf is dead—only you still have to walk all those miles in the snow.#also the stomach-dropping line of ‘But it was happening again.’ so fucking sickening. the admission. the futility of the effort.#as well as gabrielle expressing the Horrific pain of birthing her first child. knowing she had Eight.#it’s about surviving beyond enduring beyond living beyond dying!! even if that endurance is the very thing that damns you#cw rape#cw sa#cw animal death#tvl#the vampire lestat#iwtv#long post#web weaving
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DAY 4: DRAMA - Put on your prettiest face for the masses!
gonna start adding silly captions actually. [POINTS ACCUSINGLY] MELTY FUCK (AFFECTIONATE)!!
#disco elysium#drama#de drama#disco elysium skills#skilltober#skilltober 2024#de skills#voliart#GUY WHO IS GOOP AND SPOTLIGHTS!! he can form the lights into hands but usually theyre lights!! i think bottom left face is always sad :']#lmao i don't know why i was worried about posting on schedule with everyone. im VERY MUCH BEHIND hgkj but we stay silly!!#also BIG OOF GUY WITH ONE (1) SKILL POINT. NOT FILLED IN. THAT'S GENUINELY JUST ONE.#harry is a BAD LIAR. its really funny to me like all INTs are supposed to have 2 at LEAST??#but the Remote Viewer's Division thought LMAO sorry for nerfing you for fic reasons bud :']#to note: unfilled skill points also count as one! so if you see six skill points and three are filled that means 9 points total! :]#empty skill points are just the skill cap. technically even this is wrong since thoughts just remove from the number and not the diamonds?#but NEVERTHELESS i dont want to work on this anymore so let's carry on shall we?#i love his swept up chapter. empathy (highest level skill! 9 points!) and drama put on a little play together :3#and no one is jealoussss of anyone!!! certainly not!!! :)!!!#the thing about it is that i also have concept completely done too; EXCEPT for her quote caption!! so i'll just have to post xer later :']#alas <33 sleep time for voli!!
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i need to go about my digital detox in a slightly different way. i feel like i'm only ever capable of being fully off my phone when i am so distracted that i cannot be on it (reading a book, on a run, w friends, doing a task etc etc). but i just want to be okay w the silence. i want to sit at a rooftop bar and look at the night sky and not feel compelled to check my phone or supplement the silence w something else. i want to be sitting on my bedroom floor doing nothing and still feel okay that i'm not on my phone. being off your phone can get intense bc after a certain point it actually feels like withdrawals (you get anxiety, fomo, antsiness) but i just want to feel those things and let them come as they may. it's not that i want to be off my phone completely so much as i want balance, but this interim of just letting go has been so tricky and kind of hard to beat. i seriously just need to be okay w the silence
#i'm also the kind of person who LOVES being busy (w schoolwork or anything really)#which attests to how addicted to distraction i am. i get so antsy when my hands are empty. it's bad#i have inherited my mom's workaholism in many different forms#i love my comforting little tumblr corner but i still need to teach myself that silence is not scary and digital fomo is a LIE#so i can finally strike that happy balance where i get to enjoy both without compromising anything#p
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An expression of a general sentiment that's finally coalesced into words during a discussion with my siblings:
I am an absolute sucker for liminal spaces, dreamcore, whatever you call that whole 'aesthetic'. The very specific yet vague childhood nostalgia it draws on, the loneliness, the emptiness, combined with a creeping sense that something isn't quite right here. I love it, and I eat it right up.
The millisecond you show what isn't right- add actual horror elements, or God forbid some sort of entity- the entire specific vibe that draws me in just evaporates. Endless empty corridors? Hell yes. But throw a blood splatter on the wall, and you've completely lost me and completely changed the overall tone.
AKA, that feeling when your sister professes her undying love for 'the backrooms', you get excited, but it turns out she just enjoys playing rainbow reskinned Slender The Eight Pages that coincidentally happens to be set in the poolrooms.
#that pool is eerie because it's totally empty and there's no clear exit! not because some neon creature is chasing me around!#this isn't to say that horror elements can't work well in that sort of setting#my belief is that horror is versatile enough to slot in just about anywhere in any genre#but for me the draw of liminal spaces is not horror and horror is not at all inherent to the 'aesthetic'#especially when it comes in the form of a hostile entity randomly chucked in. completely breaks the dreamlike immersion#stuff
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