#look higher

[speaker-of-the-void-cats]

Thank you

Verse 154i:4—Call the Thrall

From a random crypt, Savathûn selected a young Thrall and summoned it into the High Coven. It came hesitantly, fearing death, but nonetheless it came. "Come, come," snapped Savathûn. "Listen as I reveal unto you my design. You are aware that gravity is the curvature of spacetime, and where gravity is powerful, time itself slows." The Thrall indicated that it understood, more or less, for it was a singer of prayers and not well fed with the fruit of the knowledge of physics. "Now I have tried to put an Ascendant in orbit of a black hole while its spawn gather the tribute of an eon. But the worm is not satisfied, for it sees the trick. What I must do is amplify the speed at which tribute is gathered. A pocket world where time passes quickly would do well. Or a world where time is a torus and infinite violence might be gathered. With such a murder battery, I could become a being of supreme insight." The Thrall indicated it was confused, but not lost. "With this tribute, I shall undertake a mighty work. A real humdinger of a scheme. I'm going to refinance my entire existence. I'm going to move from an existential economy based on the accumulation of violence to an existential economy based on the accumulation of secrets and the tribute of failing-to-understand-me. I shall name this tribute of failing-to-understand IMBARU, for it shall be as formless as the mist." The Thrall held up its claws, as if to say, please slow down.

"The universe has not grown simpler in its age. Wherever life can begin, it has begun, and even in some places where sensible folk expect it should not. The great tendency has been toward intricacy, toward sophistication, toward deep thought and richer ways of being. A sword is everywhere edged, but the pieces of a bomb do not look at all like weapons until they are assembled."

Tyrannocide V — The Awoken of the Reef

The Awoken have played their part. This...

...was all part of the plan.

-Queen Mara Sov

Now spoke Savathûn Scheme-mother, "In the beginning, Yul said to me, 'Savathûn, you may never abandon cunning. If you do, your worm shall devour you.' Cunning is the use of thought to predict the function of a system. Therefore, wherever a being should attempt to understand me and fail—has my cunning not defeated theirs? Wherever a falsehood is repeated about me, have I not displayed cunning? I shall gather tribute from every false prediction, misguided theory, fearful rumor, and ominous supposition which derives from the thought of me. And in time, I shall pin my quiddity upon these rumors. I shall discorporate, so that I exist wherever my schemes and conspiracies also exist. And so I will be immortal, as long as anyone seeks to understand me and fails. Do you see?" The Thrall demurred, saying that it did not know much of metaphysics. "Good," said Savathûn. "It's a law of the High Coven that one's sinister plan should be incomprehensible to a Thrall. Do you know why we've come here? If I am to take my tribute from the keeping of secrets… where else are secrets better kept than beneath the event horizon? My brother ruled the flat space of infinity, but I prefer these tide-washed depths… and in time, I shall make them my dominion." Ur the Ever-Hunger heard this and was pleased.

"Inanna had to divest herself of the mysterious "seven mé " (conjecturally, her various jewels and robes) in her descent through seven successive gates leading ever deeper into the underworld until at last she stood naked in the 'land of no return.' Oscar Wilde assigned this symbolic descent to the underworld of the unconscious, a ceremony that equates stripping naked to being in a state of truth, the ultimate unveiling, to Salome."

Dance of the Seven Veils

"If you do not open the gate for me to come in,

I shall smash the door and shatter the bolt,

I shall smash the doorpost and overturn the doors,

I shall raise up the dead and they shall eat the living:

And the dead shall outnumber the living!"

The Descent of Ishtar to the Underworld

Verse 154i:5—The Encrypted Verse

Do you know that nothing in all the cosmos has read this verse?

I encrypted it eons ago, and ever since, it has gone undeciphered. At the moment you laid eyes upon it, I captured the entwined quantum state of the verse, your mind, and your Ghost. Then I used Quria to transmit that state back in time to the moment of encryption. You are your own one-time pad. The key to the lock of understanding.

Who am I?

Call me Coyote. Call me mantis, serpent, Cagn, Anansi, call me Sri-cleans-his-brother's-stomach. Call me the grandmaster of semiosis, the jeweler's hammer which gilds the signal, a purposeful mob none of whose members know its purpose, the infinite regress of enigmas, a self-questioning answer, the word not spoken, black ice, cataract of mimes, the ache and fever of overthought while bedridden with illness, the intolerable thorn of frustrated inquisition, gray regret at the end of a fruitless day, the thing which is unlike your beloved but arbitrarily recalls your beloved to agonizing effect, architrave of the no-window, needle driven in flush with skin so that desperate fingers cannot pull it out, sweet petal, unmemorable, crystal death, the provably improvable.

I know your people well, and so I know all your names for me. But what is your name? I am, of course, especially interested in you. You saw me in the stone laid on your plotting table, and in the shining eyes of the admiral at her dying helm. You hunted me between the lines of your texts. Wherever there was space to fit me in, there you found me. You created me and gave me a part of your thoughts, and in presenting those thoughts to others round the campfires and networks of your little world, you expanded that space.

Here at the center, I lie to you the truth. You have everything you need to know it, but I will give you a clue, as the duelist gives warning before she draws. The answer you seek to the Dreaming City is simple, not complex.

Thank you, sweet friend. You are a gift and a delight. You are more dear than my mother, for you have given birth to me a thousand times.

[ghosted-jazz]

I hope they got that microwave in the break room

Bonus version with different outfit colours:

[emmavakarian-theirin]

:)

[nyerusnova]

yeah... things are pretty yikes right now in the current batfam storyline,

but at least Tim is rocking those thigh-high boots and I just wanted to appreciate that for a sec

[keferon]

This is a cybertronian. He’s 2 hours old so we made him look like a child. A lil baby robot. All cute and basically just like a human kid. <- the thing I see everywhere

This is a cybertronian. He’s 2 hours old but he looks like a grown ass adult, strong just like an adult and can already transform into a jet even though he has just one brain cell and no fucking idea how to fly. <- the thing I desperately hope to read about one day even though I haven’t seen it to be properly explored even once

[jingerpi]

meaningful work: transgender experience in the sex trade

[egophiliac]

I DID IT I GOT MY PINK HAYATE now I am never doing that again!

(at least until they give me, like, a frilly unicorn Kamui or something)

[nopickls]

THE TERROR + FIRST/LAST APPEARANCES

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[foldingfittedsheets]

I’ve always had a bit of a baby face. It’s not the worst thing, but occasionally gets me into awkward situations. Like when I was 23 having a flight attendant ask me in a baby voice if this was my first time flying alone. I was tired and befuddled and eventually blurted out, “I’m in my 20’s?”

But going back to school has been pretty funny. My classmates are largely 18-20. And to a one, none of them clocked me as being in my thirties. The highest any of them guessed was 25 and even that was said with extreme skepticism.

After telling a teammate over lunch what my age was she spent the rest of the meal staring at me in shock and confusion, clearly deeply shaken that someone she’d known over a year was a decade older than she thought.

But my absolute favorite was a classmate sliding up to me in figure drawing in sophomore year and dramatically whispering, “I- I heard you’re old!!”

I looked at them mildly and asked, “How old did you hear I was?”

They lowered their voice even more, as if the number they were about to utter was so scandalous they needed to hide its entry into the world.

“I heard you were… thirty!”

“Yep.”

They slammed back into their chair so hard it skidded backwards and shifted into high volume to exclaim, “WHAT! You like like you just graduated high school!!!”

I was laughing by that point, “No I don’t! You look fresh out of high school! I look thirty but all the actors who play high schoolers on TV are thirty so you can’t tell the difference!”

[ryllen]

color coded affection

[koobiie]

kitty in a fancy dress. you know how it is

[sailorsaturnzz]

realization 💀

[hootiee]

JumpFesta 2025 Shikishi

[wasyago]

we're at it again🕺

[alwaysshallow]

how would simon act around higher!ranked reader and reader is at a military ball… with no partner?

oh god........... oh my fucking god???? BRILLIANT higher!ranked reader and ghost....oh

It's hard to not look at you.

Gaz is nudging him playfully that he's drooling; Simon has none of it, he ignores everything but you. You look like an angel – maybe that's him being charmed with your beauty, but it's something that he truly believes in. You're a dream to catch.

"Do you mind?" he asks, when he extends his arm to you; with a polite smile, you take it. His heart does a little jump, but he acts like it didn't affect him at all. He leads you through the crowd to get something to drink. "Without company?"

He wants to rip your husband apart, when he sees how you clear your throat before answering; it's his responsibility to show up, you're a colonel, and this is a ball for military and friends. The duality of this situation is funny; he's pissed at your husband, but also thankful – because of his decision, he gets to be closer to you.

"Without." you say, and the answer isn't really surprising him. You don't want to talk to anyone about your husband if it's something you don't like about him, Simon noticed. He notices everything. "But that's okay. He had things to do."

Watching the same program all over again, or banging his secretary? Simon asks himself, but doesn't say anything out loud. He just nods, and you seem to appreciate it.

It takes you a few drinks to loosen up, and he's happy to see it.

"He should treat you like a gem you are." it slips out of his lips before he knows it. Yet, it's not something he regrets; it's pure truth, and Simon Riley is known for being blunt.

You blush, and he wants to kiss you immediately. "That's a exaggeration." you whisper, touching his hand with your fingers. Calloused like his, but so delicate. You take care of your hands, he saw your balsams and such. He thinks, no, he knows he'd let you do it for him too. Take care of him.

In exchange, he'd allow himself take care of you even more.

"I assure, 's not." he lowers his tone too, giving a quick glance around; just to be safe, but no one pays attention around you two. He leans a bit closer to you, his lips close enough to your ear for you to hear every word he whispers. "I'd treat you better. Much better."

It takes all freewill to not kiss you right here, right now. All he allows himself is a little kiss next to your ear, and he straightens his back, like nothing happened.

His glistening, dark brown eyes and your red cheeks are the only evidence that something happened here.

And oh, how he wish that something else would happen.

[worldwideorganic]

month old DBH art.... ooooooh babies