#shiva strange

[fanartka]

[fatedroses]

More than just the Demon.

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

Yes Shiva abandoned her daughter but she also killed her daughter! (This was good for her mental health)

[danthepest]

Character trophies of the League of Assassins and the TYGER unit from Arkham Origins, Arkham City, and Arkham Knight

[helladventurers]

God i forgot how much early game neutral demons suck 💀 I'm trying to see if I can go with a full neutral Party into Mitras' fight, but the only good neutral Demon around that level range that I have is high Pixie (which tbf is an excellent Demon), and maybe Jack Frost so I can reflect his ice attacks, but even then Jack Frost is so low level that it'll likely just kinda melt if Mitra does a physical attack

i might end up making MC into a debuffer and make a law/chaos party instead for a 2 person follow up instead, if high Pixie is the only one I can find around that level range 😔👏

[valid-blog-name]

I kinda wanna say that Dick would talk to the Titans like “You guys are hurting Damian’s feelings. He’s getting better.” but no. Damian brings it up to Dick expecting him to do something about it and Dick just goes “Yeah, it’s not for you it’s for Tim.” Damian asks “Why Drake?” and Dick just raises an eyebrow and goes “Have you met Tim?”

Titans Tower had a sign that says “days since Robin tried to become a supervillain” that didn’t get past a month the entire time Tim was Robin.

When Damian got there he was pissed cause he thought Tim/Tim’s Titans put it up to make fun of him.

[timdrakequotes]

Robin: This’ll do. It collapses to fit under my cape.

Shiva: A simple staff? It’s hardly a lethal weapon.

Robin: I’m not looking for lethal.

Shiva: We will be facing the most dangerous criminals in Asia. Choose again.

Robin: I won’t fight murderers by becoming one. I’ve taken a pledge to my mentor and myself that I won’t kill. Even to save my life.

—Tim Drake with Lady Shiva (Robin Miniseries I #4 – Strange Company)

[rottenpumpkin13]

Quick little question... does Sephiroth hoard stuff

( @izunias-meme-hole )

I feel as though he's like a crow as an adult. There are so few things that actually belong to him because of Shinra, so over time he begins to form a habit of creating belongings out of oddities and trinkets (like a magpie), stashing them away in hidden corners of his otherwise immaculate quarters. It's as if these small, strange objects might fill the void of a life that was never truly his own.

• Shiny rocks. Anything smooth or shiny. He tells himself they're "mission souvenirs" but the jar on his desk is starting to look suspiciously full.

• Paper scraps. Angeal's grocery lists, little doodles Zack left behind, Genesis' scribbled notes about loveless, sticky note reminders, anything and everything that remind him of the people he loves.

• Buttons. Lost, mismatched, shiny, dull. He has a box of them. When asked, he claims they're spares for his clothes. They aren't.

• Feathers. Mostly black, but a few white or iridescent ones. They're tucked into books, wedged into his pen jar, and mysteriously appear in his coat pockets.

• Postcards. Scenic views of beaches, forests, and mountains that remind him how life exists beyond Shinra HQ.

• .....sticks, varying in length, thickness, and "practicality." Angeal is unimpressed.

Angeal: I'm concerned for you. You've got more junk than sense at this point, and I'm starting to think you need professional help. You're a hoarder.

Sephiroth: Don't be ridiculous, Angeal. Everything I keep has value, is practical, sentimental, and are reminders of life's impermanence.

*Sephiroth pulls out a box*

Sephiroth: Now, help me sort this box of random items I've stolen around HQ as compensation for my work.

Angeal: Shiva's tits.

[pridequest64]

Joker Junior/Titan Tower AU!

Everything was going according to plan as Jason infiltrated Titan Tower.

His replacement stood in front of him, the Robin suit shining bright even through the dim lighting of the building.

His face wasn’t covered with a domino mask as Jason’s once was. Instead his entire head was covered in fabric, leaving no showing skin. Jason simply choked this up to Bruce wanting to further protect their identities.

Those thoughts didn’t matter as he launched his attack. Tim, the replacement was called fought hard. But Jason could recognize the fighting styles of both Bruce and Lady Shiva. In minutes he seemed to have the advantage.

A solid kick to the sternum had the kid rolling on the ground from his most likely broken rib. Jason expected screaming or even a huff of annoyance. He never could have expected the laughter that fell from Tim’s lips.

Laughter that sounded far too close to the clown prince of crime.

With shaking hands Jason ripped off the Robin’s mask before stumbling back in fear.

Bleached white skin, dark green hair stared back at him. But most noticeable was the struggling to heal scars at Tim’s mouth.

For a moment Jason’s anger at Tim begins to fade. Replaced with concern and a burning rage at Bruce for failing another Robin. But then Tim looks up.

A strange look crosses the kid’s eyes and unbeknownst to Jason Tim is no longer in control. Only Junior remains.

The Robin replacement races forward and his attacks are completely erratic. Fast paced and violent like he’s never seen before. Jason is now fighting for his life. But so is Junior and it seems like he’s winning.

A hard strike sends Jason sprawling on the ground. Junior now stands over him laughing unstoppably. He pulls his bow staff out and a strong shiver of fear jolts through Jason’s entire body.

Blow after blow lands as the Red Hood is sent into flashbacks. A strong hit shatters his helmet and Junior finally pauses. The eyes that stare up at him are unmistakable even when bathed in green.

Jason passes out from the combined emotional and physical trauma. Tim, back in control stumbles and falls to his knees at seeing the pain he’s caused his childhood hero.

Hours later and The Batman could never have prepared himself for the scene laid out before him.

[recreationalfanfics]

Hi there, can you please do Yandere Thor, Poseidon, Loki and possibly Hercules to Female Yoriichi Reader? The creator of the Sun Breathing and the other Breathing Forms, who always has a solemn expression and is known as the Strongest Demon Slayer to ever exist (She has access to the Transparent World and can use the Selfless State) but despite this she’s incredibly humble seeing herself as just another human and not even special, despite her extraordinary skills

Yoriichi gave Muzan such severe PTSD from 400 YEARS ago that his Upper Moons will go through his trauma just from seeing TANJIRO (And it’s STILL severely traumatic to him 😂)

Or

Yandere Shiva, Loki, Buddha and Hercules with Female Tengen Uzui Reader from KNY? How do you think they would react to Reader calling herself ‘Goddess of Festivals/Flashiness’ and calling others (Even GODS) ‘Trash’ and having 3 HUSBANDS 💀

Sorry if this is a lot! I just think Demon Slayer Characters are super cool, especially the Hashiras (The Swordsmith Village Arc is going to be released sometime in April! 🥹🤩)

Thor, Poseidon, and Loki + Fem! Yoriichi Tsugikuni! Reader:

One of these three gods stands on one side of the arena, their grand entrance causing a ruckus of enthusiastic roars and cheers from the side of the gods while the humans side shook with terror. They look at the other side, confident and ready to see the pitiful mortal that Brunhilde had served to them on a silver platter. It was a woman.

She makes no flashy entrance, her clothes are rather average, and her face does not seem scared but nor does it seem too cocky. Her (e/c) eyes are serene and her (h/c) hair was rather average looking. She was a regular looking human, nothing special. Aside from the strange looking birthmark on her left eye.

"AND IF YOU LOOK OVER FOLKS, THE NEXT FOOL WHO WILL BE CHALLENGING THE GODS IS A SWORDSWOMAN WHO DOMINATED THE SENGOKU ERA-"

"Please." The (h/c) haired woman interrupts, Heimdall goes silent and so does everyone else, unsheathing her sword, she looks at Heimdall with a composed look on her face, it was not unkind, "I do not need such an introduction. I am a human like the rest of my kind."

She then gets into her defensive stance and narrows her eyes at her divine opponent.

"And I shall do whatever it takes to save them."

The god you're against either glares at you, smiles at you, or raises an eyebrow at you. Either way, Heimdall recovers his voice:

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, (Y/N) (L/N), THE SUN BREATHING SWORD ARTIST AND MOTHER OF ALL BREATHING METHODS. NIGHTMARE OF MUZAN KIBUTSUJI AND THE STRONGEST HASHIRA HUMANITY HAS KNOWN!"

"So that's who you are," the God thinks to himself as you maintain unbreakable eye contact, "that hardly matters."

Yandere! Thor:

- Thor doesn't think much of you when you step into the arena, not because you're a human, but because he has yet to see you fight. You seem unfazed by him but he doesn't truly know that for sure. You are not unattractive but you're nothing special in his eyes.

- What a fool he was, because the moment the battle begins, he sees that you aren't just beautiful, you're absolutely heavenly. When you take your first breath, you take away his as large solar fires soon appear around you and you make your attack.

"What is this?" He asks himself in his head, using his Mjölnir to block another close sneak attack blow from your sword. The clashing of your weapon and his own makes his heart do flips in his chest, "Why...why do I feel like this?"

You then decided to be bold and you quickly, nearly teleported with the speed you were going, appear in front of him and your eyes glint, reflecting off your blade as you try to slash him. His eyes soften when they see you and his blood thirsty smile softens as your eyes lock onto his. There was fire in your eyes...no...the sun itself glowed in them. Powerful, burning, yet composed.

"What has she done to me?" He thinks, and you're not sure if it's from the intensity of the battle but his cheeks appear to be dusted the lightest color of pink.

- Your fight ends in a draw, the both of are so tired that you neither of you can move a muscle. Both God's and Humans are shocked at the results but Thor couldn't be happier.

- He just found his soulmate, he thinks to himself as you try to use your sword to get up and fight him again. His smile turns into a loving one as you struggle to get close to him, not that he can judge since he can also barely move, and he loves it! In fact, he now knows that he loves you.

- You will be his! You have to be, surely you were created to match him in power and strength because you were meant to be with him. After being fixed up and bandaged, he must seek you out, he must find you!

- Since then, the God of Thunder has been keeping his eye on you, his beautiful Sun. How you appear unreadable at first but if someone truly read you, truly attempted to understand what a complex and beautiful person you are like Thor has; they can see that you're more than a human...You're humble, you're kind, and you're dutiful. Honorable like him and share the same values, this only seals your fate to him even more.

- Odin notices how during other God's battles that his son scans the human's side, his eyes desperately searching for someone in the crowd. Thor knows for a fact that you always come to watch your fellow Human's matches in person and when his eyes land on you, that adrenaline kicks in and Loki and Odin stare at him as a smile grows on his face.

- He does this every match, but even then, the time between matches is too long for him to see you again. He searches for you, Brunhilde having to confront him as she reminds him that the HUMAN champions reside here but he ignores her the moment he sees you walk down the hallway. He follows you quickly like how the moon chases the sun.

- You turn and see him and you politely bow your head to him. He frowns a bit in dissaproval, how could you bow your head to him as if he were a stranger, surely you had to feel the same feelings he was after your battle. How you two danced a brutal yet beautiful dance of life and death. You stare at each other for a bit before you muster a kind yet small smile, "I look forward to our rematch." and as a result, he nods with his usual stoic demeanor and you turn and walk to your room. Yes, he can't wait for your rematch either.

- Because one the day it takes place, Heimdall shocks everyone with his newest announcement.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE FIRST RAGNAROK REMATCH OF THR GOD OF THUNDER VS. THE LADY OF THE SUN. EXCEPT, THE CONDITIONS ARE DIFFERENT THIS TIME."

- You don't like the way the red-haired God smiles at you, it feels smug and ominous, and you paitently wait to hear this last minute change.

"IN THE CASE THAT OUR ESTEEMED PRINCE OF ASGARD WINS, HE HAS REQUESTED THAT INSTEAD OF SENDING (Y/N) TO NIFLHIEM THAT SHE IS TO BELONG TO HIM INSTEAD."

- You look at Brunhilde, who looks away shamefully and can not meet your gaze, and then you look at Thor. Who looks a lot more motivated to beat you this time.

Yandere! Poseidon:

- He wanted to roll his eyes when you interrupted him. What right did you have to act so humble? You're a human, what could you possibly have to be humble about? Being a mere ant he steps on on a daily basis?

- Fine, if you want a wake up call, he'll give you one. He waits for you to strike, it wouldn't hurt to give you an advantage since there's no way something as insignificant as you can beat him. Until you grip your nichirin blade and take a deep breath, suddenly the water arena evaporates into steam as intense flames surround you...no, not mere flames. It felt like the sun itself.

- You use the steam to sneak and attack the God, whose now even more annoyed than ever. Smoke and mirrors, that's all it was. Poseidon REFUSES to allow you to think you have an advantage and tries to kill you with his strongest attacks but even then, its not enough.

A draw, your battle ended in a draw. He can't believe it, as he kneels down on one leg bleeding and holding onto his trident for support as you pant heavily on the other side, your throat burning but you still have the bright gaze in your eyes, the eyes of someone who just humbled a God. He was in denial at first, then he was angry. Destroying everything in sight at the humiliation he faced at your hand. He knew you two were set for a rematch BUT HE NEEDED VENGANCE FOR HIS SCORNED PRIDE NOW. Looking for you all around heaven, he threatened and interrogated many of your human allies and located you inside the greenhouse. It was bright and beautiful day as always, but it did little to improve his mood. The only thing that could is your dead body at his feet, evidence that you were just as every bit of a failure as the rest of humanity.

However he stops when he sees you. The artful way you practice your sword. The calm rise and fall of your chest all perfectly timed to enhance your fighting style and your moves, the same ones you used to tie with him, slowed down and filled with grace and strength. His heart makes his brain forget that you are human, the thing he detested the most in this life, and his anger is replaced with something else. Respect? Admiration?

No, it was none of those things.

In fact, it was something more passionate. More shameful in the eyes of gods. Something that you will soon find is worth than his anger.

- He observes you a lot more from then on. You aren't sure why since last you checked, he had looked down on you like you were the dirt beneath his feet, but you come here at the exact same time on the exact same day, and so does he.

- You don't speak to him, he wants you too. Haven't you humiliated him enough already? apparently not since you didn't even glance at him as you trained and he knows damn well you see him.

- "What are you?" He finally asks as he pushes down his broken pride. You stare at him, your solemn face broken when he asked you that question. "You are not a human," He explains, "You can't be. Humans are not meant to be...to be so..." he pauses and looks down, to any normal person, he looks pissed and like he's gonna attack but you only raise an eyebrow. W-was he being shy?

- "Beautiful." He finally answers, and for a brief moment that stoicism breaks in shock at his words. "You can not be a human. You are too beautiful. Humans can not be beautiful." It takes you a while to find your voice but when you do, you merely keep your composure: "Humans are many things, Lord Poseidon. We are strong, we are compassionate, and, yes, we can be beautiful."

- No, he thinks to himself, humans are not beautiful. This is a fact he's known for a long, long time. Yet, you were a human and here he was, admiring you every day and watching you in utter awe. Only you, he decides. Humans are not beautiful, only you are.

- He hates how humble you are, he absolutely despises it. Do you not have any respect for yourself? How can you allow yourself to think that you're anything like those worthless worms who snivel and beg pathetically at the feet of the gods. He believes there has been a mistake in the universe, he believes you're insulting yourself when you downplay your status and feats. Can't you see? They're beneath you! Humanity is beneath you! He has to fix this. He has to fix you.

- The day of your rematch with Poseidon, neither of you are seen. The gods search for him and the Valkyries try to rummage through your room and found only one shocking clue. A letter left on your bed written by Poseidon, who believes that deciding the fate of Humanity was beneath him and how he had more important matters involving you. He sits next to your unconscious sleeping form on his bed, his fingers in your hair as you sleep so beautifully. You needed to learn to take more pride in yourself, to be taken away from the shackles of humility humanity put on you, and Poseidon was more than happy to teach you how.

Yandere! Loki:

- He was rather unimpressed with your entrance and appearance, honestly. A smirk on his face as he looks you up and down, you certainly weren't wrong when you said you were a human, for that's what was before him. A measly average human.

- Honestly, he feels rather insulted and that this fight isn't gonna be as exciting as he had hoped. That wasn't fair! Every other God got fun humans but him! Oh well, at least he has an excuse to torture a human and humiliate them in front of everyone~

- Summoning his own weapons, he just tilts his head: "You know, interrupting Heimdall was a little dramatic don't you think? If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you secretly put yourself on a pedastal."/ "I do not, I just merely am stating a fact. I am a human who bleeds just like the rest of humanity."/ Loki then smiles: "I'm so happy you think that! Because you're gonna die like the rest of them!"

- His attack is planned in his head, first a chain wraps around you and his other blade will slit your throat and soon, you'll suffer as- "I never said we bled easily." Your voice is right behind him. He looks over his shoulder and reacts in time but when you breathe, he can't act fast enough before of the display of a divine light that surrounds you now. You slice his shoulder and it burns, he holds it and glares at you. You drew first blood, but he'll make sure you don't get lucky again.

- Until you both are exaughsted from the battle and it ends in a tie. Loki feels himself growing weak and his last sight before losing consciousness is you. Surprisingly, when he wakes up, the first thing he sees is you as well. Sitting next to him, bandages on your wounds and a book in your hands. You notice from the corner of your eyes that he is awake.

- You apologize instantly for his wounds, despite the fact it is a literal fight to the death. In fact, your exact words to him are: "I aimed all of my attacks to kill swiftly, it was not my intention to make you suffer like the demons who have met my blade. In our next battle, I will make sure to be strong enough to kill you properly and respectfully."

- He isn't sure what to think of this, what to think of you. But it makes him smile for some reason, maybe he smiles at your foolishness for thinking you could kill HIM (you were close but he blames it on fortune), or maybe he smiles because it's very rare that someone honors him, a God of mischief and trickery, the same way they'd honor more noble gods like his uncle and cousin. Or maybe it was the smile you gave him...yes, that was it. It was your smile that sealed your fate.

- Loki can now be found wherever you are, like an annoying stray who keeps coming back to the hand that fed him once. Maybe he wants to annoy you, maybe he wants to flirt. Anything just to see you change that serious boring look on your face...maybe smile for him, yeah? He just hasn't been able to get it out of his mind.

- But, nah, you're too boring. That's his little pet name for you "His Boring Little Mortal", he'll complain about you but if anyone else was to speak ill, God or Human, he becomes indignant and reminds them of your good traits like your nobility and how you held yourself in battle.

- He's honestly the same when he's a yandere, as I said before, but the key major difference is that all it takes is one miniscule thing and suddenly, he comes more possessive. More protective and more suffocating. Like, he's watching you during a Ragngarok match and you smile at someone. To others, it might not be a big deal but to him, it very much is. Because it wasn't fair, YOUR SMILE BELONGED TO HIM. NOT TO ANYONE ELSE. TO HIM. YOU SMILED AT HIM FIRST SO IT'S HIS! YOU ARE HIS.

You lost the battle.

Your nobility, your humbleness, and your kindness wasn't enough to match the God of Deciet's wit and cunning. Your on both your knees, coughing up blood and unable to move your body as you hear the loud chain rattling of his weapons. You can hear the humans behind you begging you to get up, urging you to fight but you can't, your heart's strength was there but your body's was not. You feel ashamed but at least you can die knowing you did your best. Loki looks down at you, his hands at his sides, and his face stoic in a very unsettling manner. All he has to do is kill you, all he has to do is-"

"...I don't want too." He frowns, crossing his arms and looking the other way. You look at him in shock as the God's outrage as well as the humans. "LOKI, WHAT TREACHERY IS THIS!?" One of Odin's crows, well, crowed loudly.

Loki stuck out his tounge before shrugging, "I don't know, I mean, what am I winning? A step closer to humanity's destruction? We're gods! I want a something else! A prize~" He says slyly. The gods outrage once more before Zeus sighs, knowing nothing can be simple with the green haired god and tiredly asked him, "Fine, what prize must we give you if you kill (Y/n) (L/n)?" Zeus asked, making Loki grin wolfishly.

The arena becomes quiet and Loki kneels in front of you, cupping your face in his hands and tilting your head. What a cute face you're making, so confused and ready to die. He wonders what face you would make if he just...

Kissed you passionately, pressing his lips to your blood covered ones and shocking you and both audiences of mortals and immortals. You don't kiss him back, you don't even have time to think before he pulls away from you and looks at you with half lidded eyes.

Yes, that face is so much cuter on you. He wonders what other faces you could make.

But first, he has to answer the question Zeus asked him, "Why, the only prize that matters to me of course!~"

"(Y/n) (L/n), the Sun Hashira herself!"

[cutebat]

Hii!❤️🖤

This is my first request ever, and sorry if it's not really something you feel like writing, but I really live your writing style and I think that you write the boys the best! (And this thoughts been eating away at my brain for a bit)

So what if the bat's take in a little reader who seems super innocent and she (it doesn't have to be a she if ya don't want) has Deadpool's healing abilities. Like she just casually gets a limb cut off in a fight trying to protect one of the boys and she acts like nothing really is wrong- or she gets shot in the head and sits up a minute later and straight up laughs seeing everyone's sheer panic because she has the same mindset as a gremlin wanting to thrive in the chaos. Do ya think the boys will let her go on missions with them due to her not being able to die? Or will they try (and probably fail) to lock her away in the manor for her own good?

Warnings: Yandere, manipulation, a little bit of blood, accidentally hurting someone, using powers for the wrong people

Spoilers for my original Batgirl story!

After your father was banished and your mother imprisoned, you were now under the roof of the League of Assassins, living with Lady Shiva. Throughout your life, you've been treated like an outcast by basically everyone at that exact area she had to spend your childhood at.

During those times, something felt strange about you.

Whenever one of the assassins came back injured, you curiously stepped forward them and placed your hand onto their wound. The next second, it was gone. The wound.

The next thing happening is you being in the medical bay, in the room full of injured assassins.

One of them told you to touch an injured assassin with a damaged leg. You were hesitant, but you were forced to step forward and place your hand onto the leg. The next second, it was healed.

You were then tested to see what kind of symptoms you have, and the results turned out that you have the ability to heal any kind of injury once you touch it.

Every time when an injured assassin comes back from a job, Shiva would make you stop what you are doing and quickly place your hand on that bloody part of their body, disgusting or not.

However, there are some side effects to your special abilities.

Each time you heal a person, your energy will decrease rapidly, which means you can't heal more and more people.

Eventually, you grew of being used like this. So, you decided to run away.

It was basically a risk of your life, but you eventually made it out of the city of 'Eth Alth'eban and tried to find yourself a new home.

As soon as you landed in Gotham City, you were basically trying to hide yourself from the world. You tried hiding yourself in various abandoned buildings, alleyways, etc.

Until you found a tall figure looming over your crouched form.

"Are you alright?"

The deep voice asks as he reaches out to you, which makes you jolt away and hide behind some trash bags.

However, the figure pulled your small frame out of your hiding spot and held you like an injured kitten.

"It seems that you've been out here for quite a long time. Come on, let me bring you home."

He tells you before he walks off with you, shaking in his arms as he makes a call.

"Alfred, bring everyone back at the manor. We finally found her."

~~~~~

I'm sorry if this was too short!

[fanartka]

[ivesbot]

We have to remember how powerful Kali is, she really is the key against Vecna

her powers for me go beyond illusions. She can mess with the mind more than we realize, we just need to see more of it

And if she's responsible for saving Terry from his catatonic state (it's not my theory, it's a general consensus).

But how would this be useful for season 5?

Kali would be great against Vecna directly, since apart from their powers the two seem to have a connection.

the same speech, plus he mentioned her

It's obvious that Henry helped Kali escape and not only that, but he also put the idea of revenge into her head, which wasn't difficult as Kali had already had a bit of this instinct since she was a child.

Now we're starting to get paranoid, because now everything I say is speculation.

in the cold opening of season 4 we see "wife of shiva" and "Kali" this is crazy because they had already made this reference.

in the same scene we have 010 holding a magic ball 8 and then the phrase "Signs point to yes"

Henry mentioning her.

the mask eleven wore in the gang.

now let's raise the level of madness, this scene where the red pieces are over the numbers covering them and guess which numbers aren't covered? 8 and 1 exactly the experiments other than eleven that are alive.

now they're playing with the number 8 a lot in this season 5

photo of the table read on January 8th and you can expect Linnea (Kali) to be there when the video of the table read comes out.

Gaten can literally only be wearing a coat but 😭

i wouldn't find it strange if this stage was shown like this but the fact that millie enters stage 11 in a programmed video lying down detail by detail is definitely no coincidence

Now Noah followed Linnea (Kali) on Instagram on a random day, don't tell me it's not a sign because it is.... guys, season 2 will be 7 years old and do you really think there wasn't a good time for Noah to follow her? The Premiere for example

he just decided to follow????? doesn't really mean anything

i want to and still will write about how kali and will would work together 🙃

[mandatory-blog-stop-asking]

Batgirl #4

"Wrong question. Not Batman. What would my mother do?"

It's that time of the month where we can say Cassbros we are so back.

Pretty cool issue; I believe at this point we have most of the premise exposed and a lot of the stakes cleared up. It's awesome we get to have a proper Cassandra book just called "Batgirl" without any asterisks to that title.

It is somewhat of a shame that there seems to be no internal consistency about how much Cass actually talks, in general-- in one book she'll be jokey, nearly talkative and will use every verb in the dictionary, and then you go to this and she's on the classic well-chosen small words train again. Which I much prefer, but I understand how it can be limiting for writers.

I believe this is the right way to do it, though. The book plays to Cassandra's strengths as a character and is constantly using her unique way to see the world to move the narrative and the dialogue forward. She's constantly checking everyone and constantly reading the best way to continue any interaction, and that's just really fun to see after so many attempts at defanging her and making her easier to write.

The State of Lady Shiva is a matter books can be written about, but suffice to say I think this strange and softer side of her as she deals with Cassandra is at least novel and a little more interesting. It reminds me of how Simone used to write her whenever she had to deal with Dinah, and while I'm guessing this is still going to end with a rift between mother and daughter, I'm guessing they'll also be closer than before, and that's nice.

I really, really hope this can be an ongoing, though. Even the little we've seen of how Cass interacts with Gotham in issues 1 and 2 shows us a part of the city we normally don't get to see, settings we could explore and at least one interesting idea for the character in the future, considering the wave of destruction these enemies left in their wake. I wouldn't hold my breath; this is DC Comics, but a man can dream.

Overall still enjoying it, still recommending it, Cassbros don't call it a comeback because we never left.

[kalki-tarot]

⌑ Who exactly are Soulmates? And how do fine one ? 𖤐

[ A deep + detailed post ]

It is certainly almost impossible to find the soulmate—even if ALL facilities are available. The earth is big, millions and millions of people; and life is very short—how are you going to find your soulmate? And remember, even if all the facilities are available… right now, no facilities are available. It becomes even more impossible when facilities are not available, when you are prevented in every way from finding the soulmate. But even if you are helped, educated in how to find the soulmate, then too it will be difficult to find them in a small seventy years’ life. It rarely happens; it is a rare phenomenon.

Man has seven centers. The lowest is the sex center and the highest is the samadhi center, and between these two there are five more centers. It is a ladder. When all the seven centers of a man are in tune and harmony with all the seven centers of a woman, then you have found the soulmate.

It has happened only once in a while—with Krishna and Radha, with Shiva and Shakti. It could have also happened to Majnu and Laila if they had been allowed to meet, to Shiri and Farihad if they had been allowed to meet—but the society hindered them. And remember: Krishna and Radha were not allowed by the society either; it was not a legal marriage, it was illegal. Radha was not Krishna’s wife but just a girlfriend. And with Shiva and Shakti, the parents were very much against Shakti getting married to Shiva. He looked a very strange man—he was. It was against the parental advice that Shakti jumped into a love affair with Shiva.

But only once in a while has this happened, and this seems to be natural.

Whenever it happens, absolute oneness is felt—unity, not union. Two persons utterly disappear into each other; there is not even a small, thin screen dividing them; there is no division at all. It is UNIO MYSTICA. Two persons function as if they are one person; two bodies, but one soul. It is absolute harmony. It is love at its peak. No meditation is needed—this love is enough.

You must have seen Shiva temples in India; you must have seen the SHIVALINGA. SHIVALINGA simply represents the orgasmic state of these two lovers. SHIVALINGA simply represents Shiva as masculine energy; and just below SHIVALINGA—the phallic symbol—is the symbol of Shakti: YONI. SHIVALINGA and Shakti’s YONI are meeting; they have become one, they have disappeared into each other. They have lost ALL personality. That’s why it is the only image in the world which has no face. Just pure energy is symbolized by LINGA and YONI, by the male sexual organ and the female sexual organ. Simply energy is represented—creative energy, vital energy; energy out of which the whole of life flows. Neither does Shakti have any face nor does Shiva have any face; those faces are no more meaningful, the personalities have disappeared. It is a meeting of pure energy.

And only pure energies can dissolve into each other—because if you have a solid personality it will obstruct dissolution. Only pure energies, liquid, can enter into each other and become one. If you put two rocks together, they may be together but they cannot become one. But if you pour water into water, it becomes one.

At this highest peak where all the seven centers meet, persons disappear, only energies remain, a play of energy, a play of consciousness. And the joy is constant, it is orgasmic. It is a spiritual communion. No meditation is needed for such a couple—because for such a couple love is meditation enough. It is a mystic phenomenon, it is transcendental.

But it is very rare. Amongst millions and millions of people, once it will happen. It will be almost a chance meeting.

Below it, there is another meeting: six centers meeting. That too is rare. If the first is one percent, the second is only two percent. It is union, not unity. It is not a cosmic, mystical union, but still something very close to it—an aesthetic union, an artistic phenomenon, a poetic experience. The first can be understood only by those who have known samadhi, satori. The second can be understood by poets, painters, dancers, musicians.

The third, lower than that, is the meeting of five centers. It is three percent possible. It is not even a union; it is duality. Two persons remain two, but still there is great harmony. The two function in harmony—as if two musical instruments are playing in harmony. But the two remain two. There is no union, there is no unity. They are separate. This is what Kahlil Gibran has described: ‘Lovers should be like two pillars of a temple supporting the same roof, yet apart and separate.’ This is a little lower than the aesthetic, artistic, musical experience. It is a moral experience—chaste, still beautiful.

The fourth is four centers meeting. It has a four percent possibility. Duality. Harmony has disappeared but there is great understanding still—great understanding about each other, great caring about each other. There is no spontaneous harmony, but out of understanding a certain rhythm is maintained. It is an experience of great intelligence; it is not even moral. One has to be aware—if one is not aware, one will fall from this fourth state.

Then there is the fifth: three centers meeting. Five percent possibility. Duality becomes more and more emphasized. Understanding is still there but not constant—flickering, shaky. Once in a while conflict arises, but it is not disruptive of love. On the contrary, it adds to it, makes it a little more spicy. It is a psychological experience.

Below it is two centers meeting—Six percent possibility. Great duality, clearcut duality. Moments, only moments, of understanding. And conflict comes too much. It is almost fifty-fifty: fifty percent understanding, fifty percent conflict. It is a physiological experience. Still a great balance is there because of this fifty percent understanding, fifty percent conflict.

And below it is one center meeting—seven percent possibility. Too much conflict. Rare moments of joy, very rare. Once in a while, few and far between. But still worth it! It is a sexual experience.

And below it, the lowest, is no centers meeting—the common, garden variety. These are the couples you meet. It is not even a sexual experience; it is even below sexual experience. It is more or less masturbatory. It is only a certain kind of social, economic, political arrangement. It is exploitation. It is businesslike. It is more or less part of the marketplace, the arranged marriage. No love. No respect. Not even hate! Because hate can exist only if some love is there. It is neither friendship nor enmity. It is a very formal relationship—a relationship which is not a relationship at all. It is a mutual masturbatory arrangement. You exploit the other, the other exploits you. It is a kind of prostitution. The ugliest possibility… but this is what is happening on the earth.

Yes it is almost impossible—if left to nature itself, it is almost impossible. But in the East we have developed a science: if you cannot find a soulmate, you can create one. And that science is Tantra.

To find a soulmate means to find the person with whom all your seven centers meet naturally. That is nearly impossible. Once in a while, a Krishna and a Radha, a Shiva and a Shakti. And when it happens, it is tremendously beautiful. But it is like lightning—you cannot depend on it. If you want to read your Bible, you can’t depend on it—that when the lightning is there you will read. The lightning is a natural phenomenon, but undependable. If you wait for your natural soulmate to meet with you, it will be just like waiting for lightning to read your Bible. And you will not be able to read much either. For a moment it is there, and by the time you have opened the Bible it is gone. Hence Tantra was created. Tantra is a scientific approach. Tantra is alchemy: it can transform your centers, it can transform the other’s centers; it can create a rhythm and harmony between you and your beloved. That is the beauty of Tantra. It is like bringing electricity into your house. Then you can turn it on and off whenever you want. And you can have a thousand and one uses of it: it can cool your room, it can heat your room… Then it is a miracle.

These seven centers in you are nothing but centers of body electricity. So when I am talking about lightning, don’t think of it only as a symbol—I mean it literally. In your body there exists a subtle current of electricity, very subtle. But the more subtle it is, the deeper it goes. It is not very visible. Scientists say that all the electricity that is in your body, if put together, can be used to light a five-candle bulb. It is not much. Quantitatively it is not much; quantitatively the atom is not much, but qualitatively… if it explodes, it has tremendous energy in it. These seven centers, these seven chakras, Yoga and Tantra have talked about down the ages, are nothing but knots in your body’s electric current. They can be changed, they can be rearranged. They can be given a new shape, form. Two lovers can be transformed so deeply that all their seven centers can start meeting.

– Osho

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Ah, my lovely Lord, The noble and beautiful flower of evil, You are the most beautiful, number one in this world. ーMirror, mirror on the wall, who's the most... ーFor thee, guided by the Mirror of Darkness, Follow thy heart and take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror. Flames that turn even stars into ashes, Ice that imprison even time, Great tree that swallow even the sky, Don't be afraid of the power of darkness, Come now, show your power. Mine, theirs, and yours, There's only little time left for us. Do not let go of that hand, at all costs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " And that is the story of krishna great fight with Nakasura " A beautiful girl, with long wavy black hair and soft brown eyes, said closing her book and looking at the little children sitting in front of her " Now...come on everyone time to go home" "Aww, do we have ?" One of the little boys said " But you have to go home and get ready for Diwali tomorrow...I am sure you are eager to light up fireworks into the sky" That made all the children excited as they all but one hurried home. "Didi...what about you....aren't you going to go home to prepare for Diwali ?" the kid asked " of course I will with my two brothers," She said  "Who are they?"  "Baiya Krishna and Baiya Shiva," She said holding the two small golden idols in her hand with smiles. The kid giggled before leaving hearing their parents calling them home. " Bye Akshara didi!" Akshara smiled sadly as the kids ran off to their parents, she lost her parents a few years ago to a landslide accident on their way home. She has been able to handle herself by doing freelancing jobs, scholarships for her studies, and emergency funds but the loneliness was much. Even when her parents were alive, she didn't have friends as she preferred her stories to people. Even if she tried, she would been called a bookworm by her peers That is when her parents told her stories of the Hindu gods, and she found a strange bond with them, especially Krishna and Shiva. She sees them like her brother watching over her in her lonely moments, never making her feel truly alone. She smiled at the reminiscing as she walked home holding her idols before the sunset, but she was snapped out when she heard screams coming behind her. When she turned... All she saw was a carriage before her vision went dark

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