#karmic endings

[cool-corpse]

Full Moon in Capricorn July 21, 2024: Karmic Closure

There is a Full Moon on July 21st, 2024, occurring in the 29th degree of Capricorn. This is a continuation of the story that started with the last Full Moon on June 21st that occurred in the first degree of Capricorn. The occurrence of two consecutive Full Moons in the same sign is rare and gives us an interesting energy to work with. This is a period of major karmic endings and new beginnings as…

[taratarotgreene]

Rare Pisces Blue Super Moon Release August 30/31

Rare Super Blue Moon, August 30/31, 2023 A very rare Super Blue Moon at 7+ degrees Pisces for so many reasons, occurs at 6:36 pm PDT/ 9:36 pm EDT/1:36 GMT energy with Mercury, Venus, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto and Chiron all Retrograde are described perfectly in a John Lennon of The Beatles song Tomorrow Never Knows- ���Turn off your mindRelax and float downstreamIt is not dyingIt is not…

[hellamorte]

do you ever think about how lucanis keeps losing and losing and losing — his entire life? losing his parents, losing his childhood because of the crow training, losing his freedom, his sleep, and one year of his life due to imprisonment. then the maker smiles upon him, and he's discovering something good (rook, the veilguard team, purpose), acquiring something back (his family, his life, his freedom, his job, his city), finding some peace in mundane things (coffee, cooking, taking care of others). it feels like the scales are finally moving, balancing — only for him to lose again. he loses caterina, he can lose his city to blight, he loses at weisshaupt, he loses grip on himself (thanks to spite), he loses control — he loses himself, piece by piece. rook can help lighten the load on his chest (thanks to spite), he gets caterina back, and breathing feels a little bit easier. but loss is not done with him. he loses illario, and it feels like losing a limb, a large piece of himself violently torn away. he's visibly shaken, but no one truly knows what it takes to string the assorted pieces of himself together and keep functioning. and then loss deals what seems like the final blow: some of his friends are dead or lost, and rook is gone, too. he failed; he only knows death, doesn't he? life only takes, and takes, and takes, giving only to tease and take it back. at that moment, he's falling apart completely — until they find rook, and there's a sliver of hope once again. the scales are moving, the team wins, they eventually go back to their lives — and that's when he realizes that the final blow is the life as the first talon.

[soulless-bex]

i think Tim deserves to do a little fratricide. as a treat.

(edit: link to the fic)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

thinking ex-sorcerer!sugu thoughts 😔

[hehe-etc]

part of me craves and yearns for gabriel to have won because i want to see emilie alive.

i want to see her so bad, learn who she is, how she interacts with adrien, give him the love and support he needs or even just be the worst and control him in sneakier ways. would she hate gabriel for what hes done or try to get him to change, would she use the miraculous herself to undo all of the damage? would adrien have been given a chance to say goodbye? i just want to know whats shes like, the person that gabriel fights so hard for and adrien longs for.

But i guess her legacy will always be that of a legend trapped in camera angles and paint strokes. At least she can rest peacefully now.

[csavii]

i discovered this image now suffer

I think I'll have a great time instead

[thirdtimed]

its so crazy how 3L is literally not that serious. but It Can Be. if you use your beautiful mind

[candaru]

thinks forever and ever about how Caroline was a bad person who did bad things out of love before eventually becoming GLaDOS and being a bad person who did bad things but for Herself this time. and then eventually doing one (1) good thing out of love.

and how that one good deed will never make up for any of Her past actions, and She is in Hell (Aperture) forever. but She did, one time, do something kind. it will haunt Her forever and She will never know peace about it. but She did do it.

[thegreatyin]

mr spices and mr wines. also mr candles and mr veils.

have you ever seen that one tumblr post that's like. "i don't ship these characters i just think they belong in couples therapy together". yeah. that's pretty much my stance on most spacebat ships

[connectingwithsoul]

I met you so that I could choose myself. @connectingwithsoul

[ostensiblywhump]

Coming for You

Whumpuary day 7: unfair fight | insomnia | "no one is coming"

Word count: 931

Content warnings: none

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Duck, charge left a few steps, stomp, let the ice out. Karmic only had a split-second to see frost covering soldiers up to their hips, boots frozen to the ground, before he dove out of the way. True to form, half a dozen bolts (sleep shots? Kill shots?) shot through where he’d just been, and he nearly went into a roll before he remembered himself.

Stumble, run, swipe at the air and send wind screeching outwards. It wouldn’t cut—he heard men cry out as they were blasted back, the crackle of them flying through their own perimeter, a clatter when one of them must’ve dropped their weapon. He skidded to a stop as a soldier swung a spear into his path, then angled the sharp edge at him and swung for his torso oh fuck no—

Karmic jumped, easily clearing the soldier’s head, then cleared the soldier’s head of the last few seconds by kicking him viciously in the forehead. Leap away, clasp hands and strike down, let the mini-blizzard do its job.

He landed and was at the perimeter by the time he let it die down; a casual swipe cleared away some snow so he could see the ward, utterly ignoring the soldier on the outside maintaining it. He had experience in breaking wards; if he could just find a weak point …

“You have to know this isn’t sustainable.”

Oh, fucking wonderful. A mage good enough at her job that she could talk while working.

“We have you surrounded,” the soldier continued. “There’s a lot of us, and only one of you, and we’re getting reinforcements, while no one is coming for you.” A pause, before she said, “And you seem to be protecting something.”

His boots, gloves, and scarf were already gone, exposing his claws and fangs, so Karmic let the snarl bubbling up tear out of him. Saw the soldier flinch, then he went straight up, kicking off the perimeter ward to sail over the soldier that had been crunching through knee-deep snow at him, breathed through the shock punishing him for a ‘breach’. The great thing about a ward meant to keep you in was that it gave you some extra walls to bounce off of—

The perimeter flickered. His head banged against something, hard, and his snarl turned into a yelp, trajectory interrupted. He barely kept upright as he tumbled to the ground, falling hard onto his knees. He blindly swiped out more wind, staggered up and into a dash before someone on the outside tried shooting him while he was stationary, and flicked a glance up.

They’d changed the ward parameters to lower the ceiling. Shit. No escaping over people’s heads for him anymore. Silver lining, no overhead swings for these guys—no, the perimeter didn’t affect them, fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck them, fuck this, fuck him for getting two hours of sleep in the last 48 hours and he kept forgetting things!

Sor mewled, a quiet, terrified sound that cut through the recriminations.

Clutch an arm to the kangaroo pocket Sor's hiding in; keep running, over the snow instead of through because he’s not a loser like these assholes without polar affinity. Zigzag before running in a straight line got him shot. The soldiers had recovered from the blizzard, and had the numbers to let some slowly crack the ice on their brethren’s boots while other charged at him. Crouch under a spear strike, grip the haft and freeze the fucker’s gloves to his weapon, kick out and foul another soldier’s footing, spin and launch the aforementioned fucker at a different soldier.

Okay, space to think—not space to think. A bolt grazed Karmic’s arm, sending a heady wave of drowsiness crashing over him; he managed to turn over before he hit the ground stomach-first, pinching himself hard to stay awake. Sleep shots, then. Great, he’d hate for his decision to leave these guys alive to be wrong. What the hell did the king’s soldiers want with him, anyway? No, no time.

Alright. Shoot upright, punch a soldier in the jaw. It was looking more unlikely by the second that he was getting out of this. Make the man trying to grapple him regret it by clawing at every available soft spot. But being captured alive meant that he could escape later, or just wait to be released. Nut shot right, wind swipe left. So maybe—

Duck a bolt, sprint at the perimeter.

This ward-keeper was less composed than that one woman, startling at his approach. Whatever. Karmic plunged a hand into his kangaroo pocket, heard his hoodie tear as Sor’s claws yanked away from where they were keeping him secure. He held Sor to his face, wide orange eyes meeting Karmic’s, and he said, commanded, “Run! We’ll meet later!”

Then he threw.

Sleepyhead though Sor was, a cat was a cat; as he soared through the perimeter, Karmic saw him uncoil and move, ready to land running, saw soldiers recoil and shout at the little gray missile pitched at them. Then Karmic spun around and bodily hurled himself at a soldier.

Stomp on the woman’s solar plexus to keep her down, wrest away her spear, turn and promptly break the spear’s haft on another person’s shoulder. Toss the useless spear at someone’s face, follow it with a fist ready to punch. Feel his whole body jerk right from an impact to his side, lose all sensation in his limbs, watch his darkening vision turn sideways as he collapsed.

At least he’d get some sleep now.

He let his eyes close.

[taratarotgreene]

Mars conjunct Saturn real spiritual gangster cosmic meetup.

April 10 right after we’re all in Post Solar Eclipse energy highs or lows or disappointments, THIS comes along. MARS rules ARIES (and Scorpio) and this ARIES Eclipse in Aries and the North Node and Mercury and Chiron while they are in the martial ruled sign of Aries. The red rusty planet is conjoining with SATURN, the planet of KARMA, limitations, obstacles, testing, seniors, endings, work,…

[slate021]

Rain World skins I've made!!

Celebration (blue n gold) belongs to @trashiiplant and we worked together on it :)

Probability and Chance (black n gold) belongs to @plope

Karmic End Notes (BARBIE) belongs to @csavii

[tekatonic]

Almost forgot, gotta explain karma and colors !

So you may have noticed in the chao doodles the "positive karma" and "negative karma" chao, and then in the Knuckles doodles, his hyper form is looking.. a bit dark, not quite as heroic as you'd think, right ?

Well that comes down a value known as karma.

Here's an excerpt from my google doc : "Karma is an ever-changing value assigned to everything in the world. Karmic charge is defined on a spectrum of positive and negative based on the person/thing, their circumstances, and ancestry. It affects the physical appearance of certain things, like transformations and chao forms. It does nothing else."

So while it is a thing that exists in the world, it has pretty much 0 impact on the story of the AU ! It's a tool for visual design basically.

See, chao, they're pure chaos energy, and depending on who they're raised by, their karmic value is changed. For example, Knuckles and Shadow will always raise negative karma chao, despite not being evil or anything, because their karmic value is far in the negative zone. Someone like Fang on the other hand, who yes is a villain, will raise positive karma chao.

Does that make sense ?

Visual identifiers of negative karma are webbed wings, crescent or eclipsed moons, purple and dark blue, darker colors in general. And for positive karma, you'll see segmented wings ( not sure how to explain but not all feathered wings count ), sun or star shapes, light blue, maybe burgundy, light colors.

A note on colors : basic chaos energy is colored emerald green, and ring energy is, unsurprisingly, gold. You'll tend to see gold often in my transformation designs.

[zeravmeta]

my luck as foreigner god strikes once again