#parallelworlds

[megaverserpg]

Les mondes se croisent et se séparent dans un ballet cosmique.

Coming soon. (tw : harry potter universe)

[luxurious-vision-nick]

🧬The Interplay of Blue and Red: An Abstract Journey

This artwork explores the dynamic interaction between blue and red. Blue, symbolizing calm and depth, contrasts with the energy and passion of red.

As these colors cross and merge, they create a balance between serenity and intensity, reflecting life’s dualities.

The abstract composition invites viewers to experience the harmony and tension within these bold hues. ⦰𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖐

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

In this universe, you made me believe in something and gave me hope, dreams, and a future... But it was cruel because you showed me everything that I can't have.

I miss you with all my heart, without you I feel kinda lost Orange..

[cluelessteam]

Ethereal Bonds: {~A Rift in Reality~}

Summary: Y/N is transported into the show's world, joining forces with the Winchesters to face a cosmic threat. Together, they navigate interdimensional challenges, decipher prophecies, and confront an entity aiming to merge realities. The fanfic explores the blurring of fiction and reality, emphasizing the enduring bonds formed amidst the supernatural chaos.

Characters: Sam & Dean

Pairing: No Pairing

Warnings: No Warnings

Word Count: 426

Masterlist

The pitter-patter of rain against the window formed a soothing backdrop as Y/N nestled comfortably on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in hand, and Supernatural episodes playing one after another. The flickering light from the television cast dancing shadows across the room, creating an atmosphere of cozy familiarity.

Just as Dean Winchester was about to unleash one of his classic one-liners, a sudden flash of blinding light enveloped Y/N. It was as if the room itself rebelled against the laws of physics, and when the radiance finally subsided, Y/N found themselves standing on a desolate road surrounded by dense woods. The familiar hum of the Impala's engine caught their attention.

Blinking in disbelief, Y/N turned to see the iconic 1967 Chevy Impala, and before they could make sense of the situation, the car's doors creaked open, and the Winchester brothers emerged, guns drawn.

"Who the hell are you, and how did you just appear outta nowhere?" Dean demanded, his eyes narrowing.

Y/N stammered, "I-I'm just a fan! I was watching Supernatural, and now I'm here. This has to be some kind of dream, right?"

Sam exchanged a perplexed glance with Dean, who replied, "Dream or not, you better start talking before we decide to exorcize you."

With a nervous chuckle, Y/N tried to explain, "No, seriously! I was just watching you guys on TV, and then poof, I'm here. I don't even know how!"

"Supernatural? Is that some kind of voodoo?" Sam raised an eyebrow, his skepticism evident.

"No voodoo, no spells. Just a binge-watching session gone terribly wrong," Y/N replied, still trying to wrap their head around the surreal situation.

Dean lowered his gun but kept a wary eye on Y/N. "Okay, let's assume you're not some demon or shapeshifter. Why the hell are you here?"

Y/N's eyes widened with realization, "I think I've been transported into the world of Supernatural. Like, for real."

The Winchesters exchanged incredulous glances before Dean let out a short laugh, "This has got to be the weirdest thing we've ever encountered."

As the reality of the situation settled in, Sam sighed, "Well, if you're telling the truth, we might as well figure this out together. But no funny business."

With an uneasy truce, Y/N joined the Winchesters in the Impala, the rain tapping against the roof as they embarked on an unexpected journey into the unknown. Little did they know, the lines between fiction and reality were about to blur in ways that would defy even the supernatural.

[cinematicvisionary]

Enchanted Stories, Unwritten Endings - Chapter 3: A Glimmer Of Sweetness (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1396065498-enchanted-stories-unwritten-endings-chapter-3-a?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=ShanumDarvesh&wp_originator=tiH22sKg6qPNMnRB08H9xkLtHUnWlpsMNI408S%2BG4X9vdG4ckpVU6EEIdOiXEqTT6HCKvLfx1ybGf62tiWEiHDiH%2FKHoVoinKAMqmoEnux4%2B9DKK6Np43fxtNBDjGliA In a mystical city where the line between reality and fiction blurs, acclaimed writer Daniel believes in tragic narratives, while optimistic producer Valencia yearns to infuse joy into his somber tales. A twist of destiny propels them into the worlds Daniel created. Conflicting storytelling philosophies plunge them into chaos, as characters rebel against their creators. But amidst the turmoil, love blossoms between Daniel and Valencia. They learn that their love transcends the realms of reality and fiction, reshaping the stories they've penned. Together, they protect the integrity of their narratives, ensuring harmony in their literary realm.

[jakedailyart]

[dominozee]

The Wandering Words

Sarah was always drawn to the written word, finding solace and inspiration within the pages of books. As she strolled through the city one afternoon, the glint of an old sign caught her eye – “The Enchanted Quill: Rare Books and Curiosities.” Intrigued, she followed the arrow pointing to an alleyway, leading her to a charming, albeit dusty, old bookstore nestled away from the hustle and bustle of…

[aicollider]

Our regular dose of enchanting fantasy worlds for your amusement

Name: Chronoverse Description: The Chronoverse is a world where time flows differently in various regions. This means that in one part of the world, time moves slowly, while in another part, time moves quickly. As a result, civilizations have evolved at contrasting paces, with some societies being stuck in the past, while others have already advanced into the future. The landscape of the…

[psychicmyst-blog-blog]

Hey guys I just had to share this amazing news!!

EPS - Elite Paranormal Specialists, which is what I do all of my para-science experiments under, just made a huge paranormal breakthrough once again from my latest Time Portal Project experiment. 

This is actually the third time I have been able to record a single being doing two separate things at the same exact time. This is a breakthrough in space and time to be able to record something in the past and present, or present and future, or past and future, etc. that occurs at the same exact moment in time. 

I have been working for many years to try to get this to happen on demand and tonight I am one step closer!  SO EXCITED!

I will share more information as soon as I can.

[interstellarfashionista]

Fashion knows no bounds, even in parallel universes 🚀✨🌌 Witnessed an incredible show on a distant planet where these stunning aliens graced the runway in style!" #AlienFashion #ParallelWorlds #ExtraterrestrialStyle #LuxuryLife #BeyondOurImagination #InterstellarRunway #GalacticGlam #FashionAcrossUniverses (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CrSc_eCu8Rc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mojadramaone]

ParallelWorlds Coming anchor.fm/mindoverjohn #makingaudiodrama @anchor

[megaverserpg]

Les êtres - peuple vélane

HÉRÉDITÉ ‧₊˚ Peuple à part entière, on ne peut devenir Vélane qu’en naissant ainsi, le gène étant héréditaire . Il arrive toutefois que ce dernier ne soit pas actif, les enfants relégués au rang de simples sorcier·e·s. Aucune distinction n’est faite sur le sexe, un·e Vélane pouvant être homme ou femme et provenir de deux parents Vélanes ou d’un seul.

Créature intimement liée à la nature, puisant ses racines et ses forces dans la faune et la flore, chacun·e se voit affilié·e à l’un des quatre éléments : eau, terre, feu ou air, de manière purement aléatoire. Celui-ci vit en elleux comme une seconde source magique et se retrouve foncièrement lié à leurs émotions, l’instabilité émotionnelle rendant l’affinité avec l’élément plus intense. Il leur faut toutefois apprendre à contrôler l’un pour réussir à contrôler l’autre, tout étant question de balance. Ainsi rien d’étonnant si en leur présence l’eau bouillonne et chante, le ciel pleure et se maquille d’un arc en ciel, le feu crépite, change de couleur et enfle, ou encore la terre tremble et les fleurs s’épanouissent avec délicatesse… ce n’est que le fruit de leur influence, qu’elle soit ou non volontaire. Un rite initiatique réalisé à l’adolescence, s’apparentant à un pèlerinage solitaire au cœur de leur jungle, leur permet de découvrir l’affinité qu’iels ont avec cet élément après une mise à l’épreuve de la nature.

Réputé·e·s pour être d’une beauté surnaturelle, scintillant de manière irréelle à la clarté lunaire, iels se démarquent du commun des mortels de par leurs traits angéliques et leur magnétisme envoûtant, attirant les deux sexes sans distinction avec la facilité d’un battement de cils. Ce n’est toutefois que la première face d’une même pièce, la moindre contrariété dévastant le tableau idyllique pour révéler une peau écailleuse et des traits allongés, tout bonnement hideux. La beauté gât��e par les émotions négatives, il leur faut atteindre un certain contrôle et travail de soi pour que la laideur ne soit pas trop proéminente.

RELATIONS AVEC LA COMMUNAUTÉ MAGIQUE ‧₊˚ Capables de séduire même les plus sceptiques, leur beauté fascinant tout un chacun, il est presque impossible de leur résister lorsque leur charme opère, l’attirance insoutenable. On ferait tout pour pouvoir s’approcher d’elleux, pouvoir les séduire en retour et goûter à leur amour poison, quitte à prendre des risques. Aussi certain·e·s sorcier·e·s se méfient-iels de leur espèce par peur d’être cruellement manipulé·e·s, les émotions étant un véritable talon d’Achille. Quant aux Vélanes, il leur est compliqué de croire en la véracité des sentiments sorciers, la peur de n'être aimé·e qu'à cause de leur don insinuant le doute comme une ombre dans leur cœur.

[luxurious-vision-nick]

<Emotional Turmoil> Uneven textures and deep reds reveal raw, unfiltered emotions, highlighting the heaviness and vulnerability of human experience. ⦰𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖐

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Hidden Island Shaina Tranquilino September 11, 2024

Captain Jonah Hale had heard tales of the hidden island for as long as he could remember. An uncharted speck of land somewhere in the vastness of the Pacific, it was whispered about in seafarers' taverns, a place where time stood still and the rules of the world ceased to apply. Most dismissed the stories as mere sailor's lore, but Hale was not most people. He had spent the better part of his life chasing legends, and this was the one that had eluded him.

For years, he had studied ancient maps, deciphered cryptic journals, and pieced together fragmented tales. His obsession led him to the darkest corners of the earth, but it wasn't until he found an old mariner in a remote village in Indonesia that he finally got the clue he needed—a set of coordinates, scrawled on a scrap of parchment, handed over with a trembling hand.

"The island is not of this world," the old man had warned, his eyes clouded with memories of things better forgotten. "Once you set foot on it, there's no telling what you'll find... or if you'll ever leave."

Undeterred, Hale set sail with a small crew aboard his trusty vessel, The Odyssey. They sailed for days through uncharted waters, where the sea was eerily calm, and the sky seemed perpetually overcast. It was as if the world held its breath in this place, waiting.

On the morning of the seventh day, the island appeared on the horizon, a silhouette against the gray sky. It was small, no more than a mile across, dominated by a single, towering mountain shrouded in mist. Hale ordered the crew to drop anchor in a sheltered cove, and as the boat rocked gently on the waves, he felt a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature.

"This is it," he muttered to himself as he stepped into the dinghy that would take him ashore.

The beach was a stretch of white sand, untouched by footprints or time. Beyond the shore, a dense jungle loomed, its trees ancient and gnarled, their roots snaking across the ground like the tendrils of some subterranean beast. The air was thick with the scent of earth and something else—something sweet and cloying that Hale couldn't quite place.

As he ventured deeper into the jungle, he noticed that the usual sounds of nature were absent. There were no birds, no rustling leaves, no insects buzzing in the undergrowth. It was as if the island itself was holding its breath, waiting.

He pressed on, his heart pounding in his chest, until he came to a clearing at the base of the mountain. In the center of the clearing stood a stone archway, covered in vines and inscribed with symbols that were not of any language Hale recognized. The archway framed nothing but empty space, yet as he approached, he felt a strange pull, as if the very fabric of reality was thinner here, stretched to its breaking point.

Hale reached out a hand and touched the stone. The symbols began to glow with a soft, amber light, and the air shimmered as a portal materialized within the archway. Through it, he could see another world—a world bathed in golden light, where towering spires rose from a landscape of lush, verdant forests. The sight was both beautiful and terrifying, a glimpse into something beyond his comprehension.

He should have turned back then, but the island's pull was too strong. Steeling himself, Hale stepped through the portal.

The transition was seamless, like walking through a veil of water. On the other side, the air was warm and filled with the sound of distant music, a haunting melody that seemed to come from the very earth itself. He was in a vast, open plaza, surrounded by towering structures made of a stone that glowed with an inner light. The architecture was unlike anything he had ever seen, a blend of organic and geometric forms that defied the laws of physics.

As he wandered the empty streets, Hale realized that this was a city of the lost civilization he had read about in his research—a civilization that had somehow transcended the bounds of time and space. But where were its inhabitants?

He found his answer in the city's central square. At its centre stood a colossal statue of a figure clad in flowing robes, its hands raised as if in supplication. Around the statue's base were dozens of stone figures, their expressions frozen in fear and awe. It took Hale a moment to realize that these were not statues—they were people, petrified in an instant, caught in the midst of some cataclysmic event.

A deep sense of dread settled over him as he understood the island's curse. This was not a place where time stood still, but a place where time had been shattered. The civilization had tried to harness powers beyond their understanding, and in doing so, they had doomed themselves to an eternity trapped between worlds.

Hale felt the island's pull once more, a whisper in his mind urging him to stay, to become part of the island's eternal tableau. But he resisted, stumbling back toward the portal. As he passed through the archway, he felt a jolt, as if something had tried to cling to him, to drag him back.

He staggered out into the clearing, the jungle silent and oppressive around him. The portal flickered behind him and then vanished, leaving only the stone archway, cold and inert.

Hale wasted no time in returning to the beach, his heart pounding as he rowed back to The Odyssey. As the island receded into the distance, he could still feel its presence, a lingering shadow on the edge of his consciousness.

When he reached the ship, he ordered the crew to set sail immediately. As they left the cove, the island seemed to dissolve into the mist, as if it had never been there at all.

For the rest of his days, Captain Jonah Hale never spoke of what he had seen on the hidden island. But the memory of that place haunted him, a reminder that some mysteries are better left unsolved, and that there are forces in the world far beyond human understanding.

[cluelessteam]

Ethereal Bonds: {~A Bittersweet Farewell~}

Summary: Y/N is transported into the show's world, joining forces with the Winchesters to face a cosmic threat. Together, they navigate interdimensional challenges, decipher prophecies, and confront an entity aiming to merge realities. The fanfic explores the blurring of fiction and reality, emphasizing the enduring bonds formed amidst the supernatural chaos.

Characters: Sam & Dean

Pairing: No Pairing

Warnings: No Warnings

Word Count: 563

Masterlist

The transformed town, bathed in an otherworldly glow, stood as a testament to the cosmic struggles that had unfolded. Y/N, Sam, and Dean walked the streets, the air still tinged with residual energy from the convergence. The entity's ominous words lingered in the atmosphere, a reminder that the cosmic dance had left an indelible mark on their lives.

"So, what's next?" Y/N asked, the weight of the amulet in their hand a constant reminder of the extraordinary journey they had undertaken.

Dean shrugged, his eyes scanning the altered landscape. "Business as usual, I guess. Saving people, hunting things. Just another day in the life."

Sam chimed in, "But now, we have an extra hand. If there's one thing we've learned, it's that facing the unknown is easier when you've got someone by your side."

Y/N smiled, feeling a sense of camaraderie that transcended the boundaries of dimensions. "I never imagined I'd be a part of all this. It's like living inside my favorite TV show."

Dean chuckled, clapping Y/N on the shoulder. "Well, welcome to the Winchester family. We've had our fair share of weird, but hey, it keeps things interesting."

As they strolled through the transformed town, the trio encountered curious glances from the residents who, though unaware of the cosmic struggles, sensed the lingering supernatural energy. The Winchester brothers, accustomed to such odd occurrences, navigated the attention with practiced ease.

"So, what about the amulet?" Sam asked, eyeing the ancient artifact that had been the key to their journey.

Y/N hesitated, a mix of emotions swirling within. "I think I'll keep it. A souvenir from my time in the supernatural realms. Besides, who knows when I might need to hop back into action."

Dean grinned, appreciating the sentiment. "A hunter's gotta have their lucky charm. Just don't go opening any more portals without a heads-up, alright?"

The banter continued as they made their way to the Impala, parked in a spot that seemed both familiar and altered. As they prepared to hit the road, the transformed town fading in the rearview mirror, Y/N couldn't help but reflect on the incredible journey.

"So, what's the plan now?" Y/N asked, their eyes meeting the Winchesters'.

Dean shrugged, "We'll keep hunting, keep fighting. And who knows, maybe we'll stumble upon another cosmic mystery that needs unraveling."

Sam added, "And if you ever decide you want to go back home, we'll figure it out together. We owe you that much."

The road stretched ahead, an endless expanse of uncertainty and adventure. Y/N settled into the backseat of the Impala, the familiar creak of the leather seats providing a sense of comfort.

As the engine roared to life, Y/N looked out at the night, the stars twinkling above. The lines between fiction and reality had blurred, leaving behind a tapestry of memories that would forever weave their story into the fabric of the supernatural.

And as they drove into the unknown, Y/N couldn't help but feel a bittersweet mix of nostalgia and anticipation. The cosmic dance may have left its mark, but the journey had only just begun.

For in the world of the supernatural, where reality and fiction converged, the only certainty was the enduring bond between hunters, forged across dimensions, and the endless possibilities that awaited them in the vast expanse of the unknown.

[youkaidaimaou]

療養日記「多相睡眠でパラレルワールド」/ Recuperation Diary : Polyphasic Sleep and Parallel World

  ”心房細動” の最初の症状は「動悸」だ。「動悸」は、恋のときめきと対比されたり、単に「不整脈」としてお笑いのネタにされているが、決して軽視してはいけない病気だ。実際、それが原因で心不全となり、深刻な肺炎と両脚の浮腫に見舞われて動けなくなり、緊急入院したのではっきり言える。更に、心臓エコーで確認すると、細動を繰り返す心房の中一杯に大きくなった「血栓」があったが、その血栓が分離・浮遊して、脳梗塞や心筋梗塞を起こさなかったのは幸運だったとしか言えないからだ。 20年以上に亘り「動悸」を無視し続け、痛め続けた結果の現在の身体を回復させる為に、最良の “薬” として選んだのは『多相睡眠』だ。 The first symptom of atrial fibrillation is palpitations. Palpitations are often laughed at, but they are a symptom that should never be taken lightly. For over 20 years, I continued to ignore the palpitations caused by atrial fibrillation, which caused pain in various parts of my body. In the end, I was forced to be hospitalized due to heart failure. To help me recover, I chose polyphasic sleep as the best medicine. 『 多相睡眠 / Polyphasic Sleep 』

心房細動の発作が起きると、平常時であっても、脈拍が 毎分 200回ほどに一気に上昇するが、それは 血液のポンプとしての心臓の正しい動きではないので、全身へ送り出す血液の量が減るし、悪化すると 血圧が 半分以下にまで下がってしまう。そんな状態で いつもと変わらぬ生活をすれば、全ての器官や細胞に必要な酸素や栄養素が供給されず、老廃物も溜まり続け、ダメージが知らない内に蓄積していく。 そのメカニズムを学んだので、心房細動が起きて脈拍が上昇した時には、今は必ず眠る事にしている。 発作は日中でも起きるから日中でも迷わず眠る。 また発作は自律神経の異常信号で起きるので、朝目覚めた時にも起きる事があるが、迷わず眠りに就く。 更には、身体に疲れやストレスが溜まった時にも起き易いので、発作が起きてなくも、眠くなった時には寝るようにしている。 その結果、一日に何度も睡眠を行なう『多相睡眠』になっている。 でも、気にしない。そもそも、人間よりも体の大きな草���動物を除けば、殆どの哺乳動物は『多相睡眠』だ。人間でも赤ちゃんや幼児時代は『多相睡眠』だ。 一日に 6～8時間の睡眠をまとめて摂る『単相睡眠』が推奨されているのは、仕事や学校など社会的制約から生まれているだけで、決して身体の為ではないと信じている。  Since I started to prioritize my health, I decided to sleep whenever I had an atrial fibrillation attack. Attacks tend to occur when I'm tired or stressed, so I try to sleep. As a result, I've become a "polyphasic sleeper" who sleeps multiple times a day. But I don't mind. In the first place, most mammals, except for herbivores that are larger than humans, are "polyphasic sleepers." Even humans are "polyphasic sleepers" when they are babies or young children. I believe that the recommendation to sleep 6 to 8 hours a day in "monophasic sleep" is only due to social constraints such as work and school, and is never for the health of the body. 『 パラレル ワールド / Parallel World 』

　　　 この『多相睡眠』は、とても興味深い体験を僕に与えてくれた。パラレルワールドを自由に選んで生きる体験だ。 目覚めると、眠���前と何も変わっていない世界が広がって見えるけど、実際には少し違っている事が実感できる。 発作による不快な体調、疲れやストレスから解放され、自分自身がリフレッシュできるだけではない。悩んでいた事や行き詰っていた事への対処方法のドアが目の前に現れてくるのだ。動悸や疲れ、ストレスを感じながら、仕事や課題に取り組む事は出来る事は知っている。けれど、それは昔の僕だ。 『多相睡眠』を受け入れると、かつて、無理をして取り組んだ時の結果より、より良い結果が得られている実感がある。そんな身体のリセットと新しいドアの選択が、一日の中で何度も出来るなんて！ 素晴らしい事だ。 欠点と言えば、作業ペースが以前よりも落ちている事だ。が、気にしない。今は、発作によるダメージを防ぎ、既に受けているダメージを回復させ、同時に より良い生き方の選択が出来るからだ。

This "polyphasic sleep" gave me a very interesting experience. It's an experience of freely choosing and living in a parallel world.

When I wake up, the world looks the same as before I went to sleep, but I can feel that it's actually a little different. Not only do I feel refreshed, freed from the unpleasant physical condition, fatigue, and stress caused by the seizures. A door to deal with things that have been bothering me or that I've been stuck on appears in front of me. When I accept "polyphasic sleep," I feel that I'm getting better results than when I tried to do something by pushing myself too hard in the past. I can reset my body and choose a new door many times a day! It's wonderful.