#illusa

[ninawolv3rina]

No dungeons, no dragons, just 3 femmes and a murder robot. It's the Illusa crew!

Characters: Tsulia (she/they), Selene (she/her), Ruthie (she/her), The Gravecrusher (he/him)

Spoiling my party by doing custom token art 4 sessions in

[nomeutenteerrato]

Mi sono illusa che potesse esserci qualcosa, chiamatelo come volete, interesse forse, perché i gesti e le azioni parlano ed urlavano qualcosa. Ma sottovoce c'era una vocina, un ronzio fastidioso, che mi diceva di stare attenta. Errore mio nel non aver ascoltato quei sussurri.

[-seilossigenoconilqualevivo-]

Non è che mi sono illusa, è che in quegli sguardi ci ho creduto davvero.

(Via @-seilossigenoconilqualevivo- )

[ti-racconto-di-mee]

Per l'ennesima volta mi sono illusa.

Brava ragazza.

[persa-tra-i-miei-pensieri]

Vorrei poter zittire quella vocina insopportabile e assillante dentro di me che continua a ripetermi: è solo uno stupido sogno smettila di riporre così tante speranze tanto non è il tuo destino realizzare i tuoi sogni, tu devi limitarti a fare quello che la società ti chiede di essere e di fare, perché insisti a voler prendere delle iniziative? Sciocca sei solo una sciocca illusa.

💔

[lunalejanaa]

yo solita me ilusiono, con tu mirada, con tus gestos, con tus brazos, con sueños de nosotros dos. yo solita me enamoro de tu rostro, de tu carisma, y del sonido de tu voz.

[hysterical-and-uselesss]

Ex simuelinə turned mimmoners:

[ninawolv3rina]

[Deep breath] ✨️WOMEN!!!✨️

OC: Shaw Hallbjörn, the Beastmaster (she/her)

[givemeanorigami]

Fuori c'è tempesta, il vento si unisce alla pioggia forte ed è tutto mescolato così bene che, da dentro casa, si sente solo un preoccupante sciabordio. Non credo dormirò, un po' come l'altra notte con le finestre che tremavano.

[lunalejanaa]

pero son solo ideas mías

pensamientos y fantasías

fragmentos débiles de mi mente

si supieras lo que daría por volver a verte

acaso volverías

A veces pienso que me piensas.

[dominousworld]

MENTE ILLUSA E MENTE LUMINOSA

MENTE ILLUSA E MENTE LUMINOSA

di Luca Rudra Vincenzini “Quanto chiamiamo Māra (mahāśatru, il grande ingannatore) è la mente (illusa) degli esseri immersi nella trasmigrazione, la maculazione dovuta alle impressioni (psichiche); e quanto chiamiamo mente di Buddha è la mente luminosa (prabhāsvara) priva di dette impressioni”, in Vimalaprabhā di Puṇḍarīka. Parlando con un amico molto più saggio di me (non ci vuole molto ad…

[nomeutenteerrato]

L'Universo ha visto che mi stavo esaltando troppo per tutta la positività e belle notizie di cui mi ero (finalmente, con fatica) circondata e ha deciso di mandarmi, senza preavviso, una fregatura. Presa dritta in quel posto. Ha detto "Amo okay essere felici, ma torna con i piedi per terra".

[starry-bi-sky]

SURPRISE! I am still not done thinking about this.

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Danny has a problem.

No, actually he has two problems.

Three problems?

Four. All of them are related, and all of them are loosely connected to one another. Half of them are long-term, somewhat passive problems. Passive in the sense that he is not actively being bothered by it right this moment.

The other half are twins and are currently giving him active, in-the-moment 'oh shit' problems.

He ducks under Red Robin's bō, one hand secured tightly onto his backpack full of stolen tech -- tech being a loose term, he thinks. -- and, keeping half-a-mind on the weight imbalance, loosens a kick to birdie's face.

"You missed." He comments, his brain-to-mouth filter failing him as it normally does in fights, and watches as Red Robin manages to get out of the way in time before his heel can meet his jaw. Danny uses that pause and brief change in distance to righten his footing, and widen that distance between them both.

Well, as much as he can with the two of them on a rooftop. He needs to get off of here before reinforcements show up.

Red Robin twirls his staff, the action unsurprisingly graceful and just as threatening, and Danny politely ignores the thrill it rushes down his spine. "You too."

It's not often that Danny steals tech in Gotham, but he's pretty sure that in the handful of times he's been here, he's managed to firmly situate himself as a member of Red Robin's Rogues Gallery. Which; great, fantastic. It's not his fault that red-winged blackbird over there was always the one to catch up with him first.

How the hell did this happen when he doesn't frequent Gotham for his heists half as much as the other cities?

If it wasn't already obvious: Danny's current, active two problems are Red Robin. The first being that he was being pursued by him, the second, however?

Danny's pretty sure he's developing some kind of crush.

Red lunges at him, and on the downswing of his staff, Danny makes his backpack weightless and all but pirouettes out of the way. Reaching out to yank on Red Robin's cape hard enough that he loses his balance.

He usually has a strategy for these fights to avoid gathering more attention than he already has, and revealing the full extent of his powers!

That strategy is: Avoid getting socked, toss them around a little if need be, and then get the hell out of dodge the moment he can!

The uneducated may call it cowardly. Danny calls it a proportional response. Nobody kills a spider with a flamethrower.

As for that crush -- don't ask him how it happened. He doesn't know-- okay that's a lie. It's a complete and utter lie and Danny knows it. He knows why.

He'd like to say that it's because of his ghost half -- instincts, habits, new behavioral changes that result in his very physiology being altered. But that would ALSO be a lie. Danny just has weird fucking taste and he knows it.

There was a running theme, and he can deny it no longer!

He has a type for obsessive little freaks intent on ruining his day.

Valerie Gray: local ghost hunter who he (accidentally) ruined the life of, and who in turn swore vengeance against him and all ghosts. Obsessed with routinely kicking his ass whatever chance she gets.

Wes Weston (a crush he will take to his fucking GRAVE): Discovered his secret identity on accident, vowed to reveal it to the rest of school. Now obsessively stalks him any chance he gets. Danny has routinely stolen his camera to otherwise delete, destroy, or steal the photos he has on it.

(Danny's crush on Wes Weston completely blindsided him, and lasted him all the way up to the moment Danny was unceremoniously dumped into another dimension. Sam already gives him enough shit for dating Valerie, he can't imagine what she'd do if she found out he was crushing on the boy intent on revealing his secret identity.)

(His only excuse is that Wes' cringefail attitude, sheer dedication, and stalkerish tendencies charmed him. He never said it was a good excuse.)

And now Red Robin.

But there was another running theme, for Danny specifically, when it came to his crushes. Now a safe distance away again, Danny's mouth tilts into a cocky smile and his heart thuds loud in his ears. "You're off your A-game tonight, Red. Something got your feathers all clipped?"

That is: mercilessly teasing his crush. Danny genuinely can't explain it, but riling up the object of his affections created a thrill like no other. Something about seeing their faces turn cherry red and their pupils dilate. It's like a lion watching a limping gazelle across the savannah, the smell of blood urging it to pursue.

Birdie did not blush easy, but by the gods, Danny had fun trying.

Red Robin huffs, shooting back at him a sarcastic smile while he readjusts the grip on his bō. They circle around each other; "Just missed you, Luci. Heard you hit up one of Luthor's warehouses last month, I'm hurt, we've got perfectly good tech here."

Luci. Short for Illusa, which in turn is, apparently, a term for 'illusion'. Danny did not pick out the name, it -- like all his interactions with the media -- was assigned to him. He has to hand it to the guy who coined the name though; it's leagues above something like Inviso-Bill and Ghost Boy.

He huffs a low laugh, ignoring the flippity-flop of his heart as a croon rises in the back of his throat. "Don't be too mad at me, cat-food. Lexie had something I wanted." He adjusts his backpack so it fit more comfortably on his shoulders. Bits and bobbles he needed to build his portal gun. Wires, scrap metal, gadgets and gizmos he could take apart for their parts. Thats what he needs.

"And that is?" In the dim lighting, Danny watches the edges of Red Robin's mask raise like an eyebrow.

His smile turns sharp, baring. His mouth moves before his brain does; "Come over here for a kiss, pretty bird, and I might just tell you."

Danny Is An Alternate Version Of Ra's Al Ghul And Flash Already Called Dibs On Adopting Him

Danny In All His Sleep Deprived Slightly Scuffed Up From A Fight Glory Is On His Way To Clockworks Tower To Hopefully Get A Nap And Maybe Some Homework Done When A Natural Portal Opens Up In Front Of Him And Proceeds To Unceremoniously Drop Him In The DC Verse Just Outside Of Central City Before Promptly Closing Leaving A Tired Danny Behind In A Run Down Abandoned Parking Lot.

It's Times Like This When Danny Regrets Putting Off Learning How To Make His Own Portals, Cause Now He Is Very Much Stuck For The Foreseeable Future And He Has No Idea Where Or When He Is. Luckily For Him However Central City Isn't Too Far Away, Unlucky For Him However Is That Once In The City He Realizes This Isn't His Dimension. He's Pretty Sure He'd Remember Something Called The Justice League.

So What Do You Do When Supernatural Bullshit Fails You? You Fall Back On Your Mad Scientist Roots And You Make A Portal Gun. So That's Exactly What Danny Plans To Do.

Unfortunately Staying Alive And Building Questionably Safe Portal Technology Requires Money And Supplies, So He Ends Up Wandering From City To City Doing Odd Jobs/Fixing Up Busted Tech For Cash Or Unwanted Electronics For His "Operation: Get Home" Needs. This Obviously Ends In A Few Superhero Encounter Shenanigans.

Though He Always Ends Up Back Near Central City, Both On The Off Chance The Natural Portal Will Open Up Again And Because Out Of All The Superheroes That Apparently Exist In This Universe The Speedsters Are His Favorite (Red Robin Is Solidly His Second Favorite Ever Since The Gotham Vigilante Gave Him A Large Coffee Filled With Enough Caffeine To Kill A Man).

Unbeknownst To Danny However Is That Every Hero/Vigilante He Has Encountered Has Come To At Least One Of The Following Conclusions; 1. Run Away Meta Who Is In Desperate Need Of A Good Meal/Adoption Bait. 2. Possibly Red Robin/Tim Drake Clone 3. A Good Kid But Could Possibly Be A Future Rouge If Left Unsupervised. 4. Did Bats Get A New Kid And Why Is He Here?

All Flash Knows Is That He Saw The Kid First And Therefore Has Dibs. Suck It Bruce.

Fast-forward A Few Months And Danny Gets Hurt During A Rogue Attack While Trying To Help Some Civilians Get To Safety (Old Hero Habits Die Hard (Ha Die Hard) And All That Jazz) And He Nopes Out Once Everyone Is Safe And When The Paramedics Are Busy With Other People Unaware He Left A Blood Sample Behind.

One DNA Test Brought To You By Paranoid Bat Concerns Of A Possible Red Robin Clone Later And They Find Out That Dannys DNA Matches One Ra's Al Ghul.

They Now Think Danny Is An Escaped Ra's Al Ghul Clone.

Memes For The Vibes:

[s-a-f-e-w-o-r-d--2]

Inerme, racchiusa tra i due te... Tra le tue personalità malate... La prima che non sa come si fa ad amare e la seconda che sa benissimo come ben soddisfare... Cosi bene che io nel profondo continuo ad illudermi che tu sia mio ogni giorno... Continuo a sognare... A restare impigliata tra le tue perversioni... Ad esserne regina... Ne uscirò ferita... Colpita al cuore... Annientata... Finita... Non sono capace di allungare le mani... Spingervi via dal mio infausto domani... Ma continuo a restare... Restare una piccola illusa... Tra quelle braccia che non san darmi cura.

- Virginia ~

[accidentiaituoiocchi]

Quest'anno nessuna delle mie amiche si è sforzata di organizzare per vederci prima di Natale e questa cosa mi fa sentire inevitabilmente quel vuoto nel petto che mi ero illusa fosse stato alleviato almeno un po'

Sono terrorizzata all'idea di avere solo il mio fidanzato ma alla fine, se mi guardo intorno, sembra proprio cosi.

[ross-nekochan]

Ho un'aggiunta sullo screening.

A quanto pare, avviene solo ed esclusivamente quando è uno straniero che vuole affittare un appartamento. Perché ovviamente è già troppo facile trovare un padrone di casa a cui sta bene uno straniero, bisogna pure contrattare con l'azienda che gestisce lo stabilimento (peccato che pure se non sei uno studente, ma hai il visto lavorativo e hai un lavoro con contratto, potrebbe non cambiare un cazzo - come si è già visto).

Che cosa è uno screening?

Ah boh, se lo sai tu, me lo spieghi per favore?

A me hanno solo detto che sarebbe avvenuto dopo che gli ho fatto sapere vita, morte e miracoli della mia situazione lavorativa e finanziaria + garante giapponese (una mia amica).