#the magnitude of my dream manifesting

[chanteuseu]

1st day on wellbutrin, i havent told anyone but i do be kind of feeling it

[nico-esoterica]

More about celeb sps!

"But what about the millions of other people manifesting them?" 🤔⭐

There's the perspective that they've successfully manifested them in their personal realities, but I'm an elitist. In every other reality, I believe I am the only person my man would ever want to be with, consider, or fathom as a partner. I am the best of the best. I am the only person to ever exist in his world he'd want to be with intimately. I don't care who he's been with. I'm the best lover, best romantic partner, most attractive person to exist in their world. I am always infinitely better. I am what dreams are made of. Billions of the most attractive and good men in the world would kill irl to be with me or even be in the same room with me. Women and other identities too!~

This is how you need to think. If you think anyone's manifesting them? No, they're not lol. Because they'd never do it successfully or have the confidence and conviction to maintain it. They're also not you. And they're weak bitches! I said what I said. I've never thought small in my entire life and I have unwavering confidence, self discipline, and belief in myself. I am self-obsessed and radiate power, magnetism, and sex appeal. I'm also the most beautiful person I've ever personally come across, alive or dead. In a room full of the most conventionally beautiful people, my sp would only have eyes for me. Even in an industry full of surgical beauties! Idgaf! Even if I wasn't gorgeous, my sp would still think I was! Now, let's discuss stalkers and other criminals and what makes you different:

You're always winning in your reality, even if that winning is you losing, lol. You're winning in the assumption that you can't have what you want or who you want. That's winning but just not in your favor.

Even if millions of people are casting love spells or manifesting your person, they will always fail because you've rendered them ineffective in your reality. Also, AGAIN, you are YOU! Someone can only 'take' your sp if you THINK it's possible that they can be taken! That's why you need to STAND THE FUCK UP! Would you wanna be with you? I would wanna be with me! My sp is LUCKY that I even give a fuck the way I do lmao! I also personally believe whoever you're manifesting is manifesting YOU back! That's how manifesting people works objectively if you look at stories of couples who've described how it feels on both ends.

I don't consider stalking to be something celebs want but may be what they expect due to their job and not thinking they're in control of their realities, etc. I also put obsessive fans in that category because their emotional investment makes them money lol. But as a celeb who wants to be genuinely loved as a human being, I do believe they're manifesting the right person for them and that spectrum of possibility will involve someone that's potentially a fan or was one due to the magnitude of their fame. But this person would truly love and appreciate them. That's the difference. When Hailey Bieber and Victoria Beckham were manifesting their men as fans, they wound up in healthy and happy relationships with them. Thriving, tbh.

But the typical 'fan' is usually someone with piss poor self esteem, puts their fave on a pedestal, and may think they have to force themselves on their fave to 'get them to like them' when that's just abuse and assault. That's due to poor self concept and probably due to having an unhealthy relationship with them bc of social alienation from Capitalism, untreated/misdiagnosed neurodivergence because of lack of money and access to quality healthcare, and a combination of factors where their fave is the only 'good' experience in their lives. You're always telling yourself a story. With your sp, celeb or not, it's the same thing.

These people don't believe that they can successfully 'be' with their fave without breaking the law or bypassing personal boundaries and that lack of self belief is because of bad self concept and personal self esteem. They don't think they would ever choose them without them needing to force it to happen. When you're manifesting like Hailey, Victoria, etc, you're putting yourself on the pedestal instead. You're believing that there's no way in hell that celeb sp WON'T want you for just existing. I don't know those women personally but it takes audacity and that audaciousness is a result of a strong self concept about themselves and what they're capable of. But it doesn't have to be all that.

You don't even have to like yourself to manifest a celeb sp, but most people don't tell themselves that they can just exist and the sp will find them and fall in love with them.

That's the difference between a stalker, saesang, and toxic person vs another person manifesting them. You'd think there's overlap but there's a distinct difference in mindset. You don't need to be in creepy group chats full of criminals exchanging stolen personal info or do any weird shit but people do most likely because that's the only way they think they'll get access to their sp. They're still insecure, lol.

That's why people commit crimes anyway and is the way our system is set up. They're still manifesting that fraudulent access but they rarely, if ever, land the full blown relationship where their sp wants them back. Their sp not wanting them back despite all the weird shit (bc people irl DO have relationships w/ toxic people) is proof that they DON'T think or believe this person wants them. Otherwise they'd think it was cute or something because they'd see them as the one and only exception. That rarely happens with celebs, even though I'm sure it does, but that not being the norm means those people manifesting celeb sps simply don't think they can do it deep down.

That's why you're one out of millions or a billion, honestly. Even if someone seems very confident, unless they have consistent commitment to their inner story like con artist Anna Delvey, for example, then they won't be successful.

Because that's all it takes with anything, sp or not. It's the story you're telling yourself. It doesn't have to feel real. You just need to not change it.

Like I said, the other girls are weak bitches. It just is what it is.

[unending-everchanging-thoughts]

I hope this finds someone who will enjoy it. This is the first time I’m sharing my work. It’s a personal essay about a friends suicide attempt so go in eyes open. But please enjoy!! (1,164 words)

September, 1st 2022. 12:00 Pm

The wind blows lazily through the leaves. The side door of my highschool opens, I turn and there walking out the outside stairs is a ghost. Short, scrawny, and almost blending in with the backdrop. There is no real indication that he is dead—no floating feet, no translucent skin, not even a cold draft. Even without all the tell tale signs, I’m sure that this is nothing more than an elaborate illusion. But the image didn’t change, his form didn’t flicker. Everything seemingly stopped, stuttering like a scratched CD. Caught in a moment of madness, I found myself (possessed by sheer shock) running toward him in elation. I threw my arms around him, holding him closely, hoping he wouldn’t in fact slip through the cracks in the concrete. My arms made contact! The ghost was real and he was here! I must have manifested his life back into reality.

Truthfully, there was no magic needed to teether his soul back to the soil. He had never been dead. But to me he must have crawled from the ground to come here. I clutched his corpse, crouched at the side of his casket, cried over his freshly covered grave all within the tangled confines of my frantic imagination. My mind witnessed all of this, but on the outside his departure was nothing more than an ambulance ride to a nearby hospital.

At the time, turning him over to the proper authorities seemed a logical solution to him popping so many pills that his pupils disappeared. If only I had known that the moment he slid into the back of the red shiny van I would become captivated by nightmares of corpses, haunted by his ghost. No deity warned me of the inevitable months of missing him that would be brought on by my juvenile attempts at making him more than a martyr. No release form to inform me that emotional trauma would be brought on by my choices. I had no idea that I would spend years gripped by the grief. What are you supposed to do when your friend attempts suicide? When your world stops turning? When phones go silent? When voices are quieter than the screaming in your mind? Do you let your friend die alone on the bathroom floor? Crush their dreams into white powder and pour it down the drain? Do you follow the proper procedure and call the police? How do you handle the choice between saving a life or letting them die with dignity? Allowing a friend to pass on or risking the rage when they awaken?

6Am September, 1st 2022.

The sheets of my bed have become rotten after weeks of decomposing within them. Bread crumbs have built up like sand castles and water cups create wells filling my shelves. Tears have become my cheeks’ constant companions. Bags have taken up residence under my eyes. Clothes have become crumpled at the bottom of mountains. My mirror which usually lays compliments onto my skin has begun to strip off layers of my self esteem.

Mornings are no longer markers of new adventure. My school uniform sits on me like a straight jacket, my book bag leaves a rope burn on my shoulders, toast is stopped by clots of despair that fill up my throat. School which once seemed like a sanctuary now suffocates me. The English teacher asks for assignments now weeks overdue, my math teacher mumble about my general disinterest, and people seem to leer at me from the hallways of their happy lives.

I had seen the effects of untimely deaths. Posts on instagram have fluided my for you page proclaiming remorse for a life half lived. I had heard my mothers cries when her friend decided to die. Seen flowers fluiding over the side of bridges. I had heard how hard it is people when someone they love attempts suicide. However, I never felt the full, undiluted magnitude of that sentiment until I found myself perched on the edge of a desk, staring at a suicide hotline number written by a teacher, wondering if maybe 988 on a white board would have saved him. I now walk through life like a phantom drifting between memory and moment. Wandering the rooms of my school like a spirit frantically searching for something, someone, anything.

I wish to wallow in the space where I still had him, where he wasn’t gone. I see him in lockers and staircases. I constantly picture his face in the math room, where I had taken his portrait. I glimpse him in conversations, knowing what he would say or in the way that he would raise his hand. I spot him in the chemistry classroom glaring at me after a long forgotten argument, in the walls he once leaned against, in the place he first broke my heart. My highschool, my mind, my life are all haunted by the spirit of someone who didn’t die. An experience of grief without the marker of a tombstone introduced me to this limbo state, a space between grief and gratitude. All I have as a reminder are a few fragile memories. There was no indication that this day would be more than a continuation of my misery. But today, the memory decided to materialize right in front of me. He came back. but not to me.

Almost a month and a half after my best friend had been carried off the face of the earth in a whirl of red and white lights, I saw him. On the grass I hunched, shrinking myself to fit into the cohort I was seemingly a part of. Their conversations rang dull in my ears as my mind was on something more meaningful. Even once I caught sight of him descending the stairs, the sun forming a glorious halo over his head, I was unable to pull myself out of the grief that had grown within his absence. When I wrapped my arms around him, the embrace felt empty. The apparition was real but I was unable to make contact. He was there but I was not. Even as I pulled out my phone to capture the moment I was unable to place myself back in his presence. I reached for his hand, holding it gingerly, hoping that gesture would weigh me down. He smiled at me but depression trapped in a locket wrapped with a noose around my neck stopped me from smiling back. The once pupiless eyes looked at me sadly, seeing the pain that I didn’t deserve to designate with words. Upon my silence the ghost turned to the girl seated next to me. She dropped her eyes to him seeing the face of a beautiful boy, but not one brought back from the dead. To her, his homecoming was a plot point and not a whole novel. She made connections with the living while I was stuck sitting with the dead.

[yell0wsalt]

Creepy and Left for Dead

Day 14 of whumptloktober

Dreams for Korra used to be an incessant hellscape. When the torment in reality apparently wasn’t enough for her psyche, it followed her in what was supposed to be her state of rest. One of the worst parts of that aside from the anxiety and continuous living in unease was the suspension of belief in her dreams and nightmares. 

The dreams didn’t necessarily have to follow the rules of reality. 

If one could conceive the thought, it’d happen. Even the ideas she wasn’t aware were feasible could and would find a way to manifest themselves in her dreams.

As she had gotten older and learned to rely on her friends and family more, the nightmares gratefully reduced in frequency and intensity.

For a night Korra laid in bed, all was well. The air was cool and the bed was warm with her partner by her side. 

She dreamt of her loves and the other things that brought her joy.

Until they abruptly got washed away in a flood of ocean water.

Arms outstretched towards them desperately tried and failed to bring them back to her as her senses caught fire.

Her nose and eyes stung. Lungs and skin blistered as if dipped in acid. When Korra tried to scream, it only amplified the pain’s magnitude and accelerated its rampage over her body.

She needed to wake up.

She had to wake up.

Korra bit her lip hard enough to almost draw blood.

Calling to Raava, she needed to–

Korra’s eyes snapped open.

How her reality mimicked her nightmare.

Her nose and mouth were plugged by water forced down and over her.

She wanted to fight it.

Had to fight it.

But her arms and legs…they were no longer hers. All that was was a single tear that tracked down the side of her face.

The loss of body autonomy in this manner... she recognized the horrid feeling. Even over ten years later she couldn’t forget it.

“Oh, Avatar Korra, you look so beautiful like this.” The serpentine voice emerged from the shadows, revealing itself to her. 

Korra’s pupils swallowed blue irises as the water covering her nostrils waned, granting her the blessings of air to fill her lungs.

“Oh, yes, that’s it,” they hissed delightfully. “How I’ve missed that look in your eyes at my expense. It has been far too long, hasn’t it Avatar?”

Korra’s eyes widened further, unwilling to spare a blink as the figure left the shadows eventually looming over her incapacitated body.

The face was unfamiliar, severely disfigured to an accident of some sort. 

But it was in their voice, how they carried themselves, their bending over her–

It told her the injuries they suffered were very much real this time.

Korra’s screams were muffled by the water still plugging her mouth. All she could manage was forceful heated breath out of her nose.

“You thought you had been able to get rid of me back then?” Amon’s face curved with a devilish half-smile hearing Korra unable to respond. “Oh no, I cannot and will not be killed so easily.” A crooked hand trailed up the length of her arm. “Certainly not by the likes of you.”

Thumbing at another tear that raced down her cheek, Amon whispered low in Korra's ear. “Now it’s time I have my fun.”

[tparker48]

Request for Winnylose

It’s been almost a month since Myko discovered his spider powers. From the day he got back from his college field trip, the world he knew had turned upside down. To think helping the doctors with their project would result in him having power like these. It could have been anymore it could have been bestowed upon, it must be luck. Or a curse, the doctors required a tiny to fetch the samples, and he was unfortunately around to fit the bill.

Over the span of weeks, he honed his skills to tame the chaotic mess from unraveling, using a few soda cans in his rooms as target practice. The fluid began to manifest faster. Grow more thicker as his wrists swelled. It was only by accident that he discovered the fruits of his training, along with a bowling ball sized hole in the wall of his room.

He searched the web for other heroes just like him, and found a forum dedicated to potential heroes in the making. Sidekicks from around the city gather to share their talented gifts with well known heroes in their field. He searched through their posts and found they hosted mentor sessions to hone their skills, His mind frothing as he relished at what mentor he’d get. Train in the magic arts by Doctor Strange? Learn to harness his hearing by daredevil? His mind raced to the moon and back with possibilities of his adventures.

So he decided to have a crack at it, it couldn’t hurt after all. He sent in a few of his web ball shots, showing the magnitude he could at least disperse at the time. views slowly poured in during the first hour of posting, but it died down quicker than he could eat his bagel. All pointed toward a common theme, he was too small according to pros. Too much of a liability to have out in the field.

It nearly crushed him, looking at the feedback from the heroes. If they would let him have a chance, who else would? He dragged his mouse over the delete button of his profile, assessing it was the best course of action to relieve him of shame. but he paused when a soft chime rang from his computer. A notification shined over his logo like a beacon, sparking his dream once more. He clicked on his profile, and his eyes bulged.

“A mentor proposal from spiderman?!” He gasped.

His eyes glued to the letter attached in his DMs, scanning over his comments about his web videos. His heart fluttered, He liked them, he really liked them. He scanned the letter to the bottom of the page, and his heart skipped a beat. “He wants to test out my stuff in person? In Person?! Yes!!” he raised his wrist to the air, a webbed cannonball breaking from his palm and into the ceiling. “Oops..”

—--------------- The following day had begun as Myko raced from his apartment, taking to the streets of New york. Spiderman organized a meeting at a place called Feast. He heard of the place from one of his volunteering sessions from his class course, but he didn’t have the chance to visit there himself. What better opportunity than now he supposed.

Rigid along the side of an inbound bus, he hopped onto a trash bag along the sidewalk, looking to a structured building that filled a portion of the city street.

"This must be the place." Myko said, approach the steps as people traveled to and from the metal doors. His hands started to shake, his heart on the brink of jumping from his chest. “Alright Myko, you are about to meet the world’s famous webslinger. But!..but, no need to panic. Just keep it cool, you got this.”

He took a deep breath, approached the cemented stairs as it grinded at his torso like sandpaper. A bystander soon approached from his flank, tying their shoes at the staircase behind him. How convenient. He snuck to the side of the stairs, their hands fastening the laces of their sneakers as their feet began to move.

It loomed to the step above him, and he clinged to the flap of their jeans, his own feet leaving the ground as they advanced into the building. The leg jerked around, his lower half swaying to and from the leg as they traversed through the lobby. “And here I thought the bus was rough.” he muttered.

The motion continued as the bystander walked through the main hallway, cutting a corner as more people brushed into another pair of sliding doors. He found himself in the gym of the building, locals from the streets scattered to their own portions of the building as they traveled to and from corridors further ahead. Like a colony of worker ants, they huddled together as most bumped shoulders while others moved toward their beds.

“Man, this place sure has a lot of people.” Myko said, his phone chiming in his hand. “And this is where I get off.”

He scared the floor for a place to land, spotting an inflated mattress next to the bystander. He jumped from the bystander’s leg and onto the mattress. Its spongy surface cushioned his falls as he slid from its side, taking to the wooden floor as he scanned the herd of other new yorkers. He looked through his phone, following the spiderman icon plastered along his gps.

"Let’s see, if the gps is correct, the meetup should be right around..: He cast his phone to the air, watching the pointer of the gps turn as it followed the logo. The signal grew stronger as he turned to his left, a few tables standing in the distance. “There!”

He followed the path ahead, approaching a gap in the gym where other beds resided. Citizens from either side of the building moved in packs, blocking his path with a river of boots and sneakers as the tables rested beyond. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be easy, not in this time of day. but, despite the obstacle ahead of him, it revealed the opportunity to test his acrobatic skills. If spiderman was going to be his mentor, he might as well fit the role, he thought to himself.

He took a step back, grazing his heels into the side of the rubbery mattress. Eying the tables through the pillars of legs, he launched himself from the mattress like a track star, bolting toward the flowing traffic.

He looked to his left as boots flowed overhead, rolled under the other as he ran.. “Let’s see, from the videos I saw online Spiderman is quick to flip and spin. Okay..seems easy enough.." He muttered to himself, spiraling beneath another set of shoes. "Flip.. kick…, roll." He chanted to himself, maneuvering through the crowd like a monkey upon a series of trees.

One after the other, he hopped through the crowd as he flowed by, swinging upon the laces of a sneaker as he used its forced to gain ground. This was easier than he thought it would be, no wonder spiderman enjoyed it so much. But he doubted he’d be impressed with jump leaping around, he had to add a flare, something to really turn his head. His eyes laid upon another new yorker, top heavy compared to the others as their jeans sagged over the heels. There was just enough room to get a running start, he thought to himself. A spin move would be just the thing he might need.

He returned to the flow of passing people behind him, the wind rushing him as it were from a speeding train. Taking a deep breath, he was off.

He kicked from the grant in fierce stride, eying the burly new yorker as he waddled closer. “Just enough speed, now to get the legs moving and-”

A loud splashed came from the left of him, a foamed cupped tilting from a woman’s tray as a tide of soda raced his way. It cold fluid tackled his left side, sweeping him away i it’s fizz as it flowed to a mattress distant from him. The taste of pepsi seeped into his mouth, his lungs o fire as he got to his feet.

“Ah come on man, do you know how long this is going to take to..” A darker surface came from the left of him, a flatfoot in dress shoes stomping at the ground. Myko struggled beneath the banana peel, its silky surface slipping from his grasp. The person came closer, a gust carrying the dust particles away before they were sucked into the updraft of their steps. “Out?..”

Dandruff trickled at his nose, hurtling toward him like a speeding bullet.

He shields his eyes. "This is it! I'm getting pancaked!"

A wisping sound struck the air, a force pulling his back as the shoe stomped at the solid ground. dust prickled at his back, a sturdy substance pushing at his hair as he came to a slow stop. His arms trembled. His hands lifting from his eyes as the smooth sheet of tablecloth waved overhead like a tapestry.

He patted himself down, and a bubbly sensation overcame him. "Hehe, I'm alive. Oh I'm alive."

"That was a close one, thought I missed ya." A voice said from above. He jerked once more as he was dragged through the air, a pair of shoes resting below him as he lifted into the arms of a lea man.. "Name's Peter Parker."

"You did that? Oh thank.." He paused, looking toward the wirey cord coiling his legs. Its stuck to his clothes, almost as if they were..webs.. He followed the line of the string to Peter’s wrist, silky thread seething from his sleeve.. "Y..you're-!"

A finger placed along his lip, a palm raising to Peter's mouth. "Not here, secret identity."

He opened his shirt pocket, and deposited Myko inside. it snugged against him like a swift blanket, the chest beneath securing him as Peter turned into the corridors of Feast. The chattering crowd slowly dwindled as he turned into another hallway. Heading into a storage room as he closed the door.

He placed him along a box of magazines. "Sorry about the accommodations, Miles needed some help around the facility, and I can't exactly say no to his mom." he scratched his head. "so, you're the new rookie, right? name's Peter, but many call me pete."

"Myko." he replied, doing his best to hide his sense of glee. "I'm a webster just like you. Or well..hope to be like you."

"A webster, huh? well you certainly look the part. Though I’d say the jumping needs a bit of practice.”

His cheeks glew red. “Yeah..not much of a jumper. I saw you doing it in your videos, and thought I’d give it a try. It’s a lot harder than it looks.”

A finger brushed along his head, Peter’s soft smile lowering into view. ���Hey, you at least tried, that’s what counts.”

Myko raised his head, sharing a smile in response. "Through my entire dream, I've always wanted to take part in heroing. Seeing footage of my peers saving the city, it lit a spark in me more than anything else in my life." Myko said, but sighed as he clinged to his arm.. "I just wish my size could make up for it."

"Ay, it's the heart that counts, remember that." Peter said, Myko’s smile returning. a buzz rang from his pocket, his hand digging through his pant’s pocket for his phone. "Ah great,"

"What?"

"Rhino's making a mess downtown again, the police are in pursuit near the dam." He readied his suit from beneath his clothes, read and blue leather shedding from his shirt as the black spider logo wrapped at his chest. "I’ll let miles know I'm stepping out. He'll fill you in on-"

"Wait!" Myko hopped aboard a box closer to Peter. "Let me help out."

"Sorry little buddy, but rhino isn't one to play nice. I can't risk you getting hurt."

"Please, this could be my shot to see what I can do. Or at least give me a true experience in the field." he said. "I'll stay out of sight, just..take me with you.”

Peter’s gaze furrowed, contemplating on the decision. He let out a heavy sigh, lowering a palm to the corner of the box Myko stood upon. "You know, you and miles may just get along,you remind me of his time when he was a rookie." he said. " Very well, you can come, but let me handle the fighting, understand?"

Myko let out a squee, hopping upon the palm as it lifted to Peter. "You got it! I swear to you, you won't regret."

"Where have I heard that before." Peter laughed. "Let's see since this thing doesn't exactly have pockets. Its only safe to go for the next best thing."

Traffic collected through city square, red and blue lights sparkled through the other cars as officers rushed to the crisis ahead. Overhead Spiderman would be following them, casting strings of web along the city buildings as he swung forward. Beneath his chin, a little lump bulged from the flap, Myko peeking out from the opening like a small kangaroo.

He tugged at the collar of his shirt as he fanned it out, warm heat rushing into his face."Do you think you could slow down a bit? my clothes are getting a little sweaty."

"You're sweaty? Try being in my shoes. This suit’s sweatin' like a wet wipe. Not a good feeling." Peter said. "We should be closing in on the site. Remember what we said back at Feast?"

"Keep out of sight and watch the pro handle it."

"Exactly. By the time we're done, you'll know what it truly means to be a webslinger."

A chopper flowed from a higher structured building, soaring further down the street as smoke rose into the air chopper. Louds zips filled the street as officers fired their weapons into the fiery chaos, a car parting its smoke like a curtain as it crashed into the police cars. A metal stubby foot crumbled the hood of a burning car as Rhino approached, his snarls overshadowing the officers’ ammunition as hulking mass charged into their cars.

"Looks like it's showtime. You got your seatbelt buckled buddy?"

Myko snugged against the bulging flesh of Spiderman’s neck , giving a soft thumbs up. His stomach turned as the webslinger flipped into action, swinging low to the ground towards the chaos. A car rose as it hurtled toward the officer, the hero’s palms extending as a net of webbing snagged at its tires like a fish net.

"Ay Aleskie, didn't anyone tell you this watering hole isn't for free. You gotta pay the toll like the rest of New York."

Rhino flicked his head a chunk of oiled metal from his horn, turning towards them. "Pauk, I was wondering when you arrived. Makes it easier to crush you."

“Crush, I’ve had a lot of crushes. Though If you’re asking Aleski, you’re going to have to get in line.”

“Pesky spider! You bore me with bantering!”

"You're right. But here’s an idea. How’s about we talk about it. Me, you, and a nice cell at Rikers."

Rhino smiled. "I got better Idea."

He marched over to a topoled truck, jamming his horn into its side as he threw it at Spiderman. The webslinger hopped away. Landing on a pole as sparks skidded from the truck as it crashed into a staircase..

"I don't think that worked." Myko peeked from the sleeve.

"Yeah it never does, but it's worth a shot."

Beastly snarls erupted from ahead, cars thrown to the side as Rhino bulldozed toward them. Spiderman Jumped as his horn skewered the passenger side of a car, watching rip from its hinges like tin foil as he jumped upon his bouldered shoulder. He bombarded the metal husk surrounding his head, hoping to dish enough blows to subdue him.

“Get off, Pauk!” he snarled, thrashed to shake the webslinger as webs latched upon his shoulder.

"Woah there! This horse gots a kick" Spiderman said.

"Annoying spider, relieve yourself from me!"

"And let you try and kebab me, I'll pass."

He shot a web into his face, jumping as an armed palm grasped the empty air he once stood. Rhino scowled in rage, pawing at the sticky substance as Spiderman from a cement block. Curious of the commotion, Myko eased the flap of the suit and peeked from beneath the hero’s adam’s apple, he and spiderman sharing glances.

"So, Whatcha you think so far bud? You got the best seat in the house."

"It’s amazing sir, I never thought flipping around like that would be so fun! to think I'd be this close to the action." Myko said, eying the scowling villain. "But is it a good idea to make him enraged?."

"What Rhino? If there’s one thing Aleskie’s known for is his temper. But no worries, your profound mentor spiderman will-"

"Truck."

"What?"

"Truck!"

sirens screamed as a firetruck wisped through the air, spiderman flipping as he and Myko saw their reflection across the dark glass window. It crashed into another building, a titanic foot plowing at the webslinger’s back as the pavement cracked beneath him.

"Got you now, Pauk!" Rhino soothed through his grunts, four toed foot grinding at his lower back.

Spiderman groaned as weight applied at his body, rubble uprooting from the cracked street as it seeped into the gap of his collar. Myko was in no better shape than webslinger, compressing both of their weight as grovel tenderized his body. It was like being steam pressed by a giant ship, its weight see-sawing as his bones popped from discomfort.. "Pet-..Spiderman, it’s getting too tight in here!"

"Not to worry.. I'll have us-"

The foot pressed deeper. Cracks in the pavement carved through the street. “Who are you talking to, Pauk? I see no one but your weak flesh.” Rhino said, amusement stringing through his voice as spiderman wheezed underfoot.

Myko tried to speak, clambering his lips to muster words. But it was to no avail. The bulging neck squeezed overhead, squeezing his body beneath its weight. The collar loosened as he was lodged deeper into the suit, warm plump muscle cushioning him like a sponge. He crawled in efforts to reach the surface, pawing at the bottom as it sealed the way out.

“Come on, I gotta get through.” he muttered, digging at the skin. But it refused to budge.

The area grew smaller. The tender walls looming closer. With little choice he decided to venture deeper into the suit, hoping to at least fined the sleeves of the leathery ware. It wasn’t his ideal choice, that much he was certain, but what other choice did he have? Gritting his teeth, he pushed over the hill of the flattened pectorals, his body skidding against spiderman’s as his heart drummed deeper within. He poked his head from the bottom of them, the leathery suit funneling to the webslinger’s arms.

“There’s the sleeve. Now just to get there and-”

"What's wrong Pauk? Your body feels flat like dry cleaning. but don't worry, I’ll flatten the wrinkle."

The pressure beneath Myko loosened as the world hurled backwards, spiderman and Rhino’s grunts lingering beyond the suit. Gravity pulling Myko from the pecs, bulldozing across the tender abs as the navel acted as a speed bump. He slid deeper, and Wired thin rose over the horizon, buncheched together by round muscle as a smaller hill pulsed.

“Oh no. No no-”

Ripe sweat overlapped the air, hairs entangling his limbs as he collided against the small lump. Its surface was as hard as a mattress, warm flesh skiiding across his cheek. It glided against him at a snail’s pace, sweat soon secreting his clothes as he rose to the bell of the webslinger's shaft.

It swatted against his face, radiating its body heat with his. "ah come man, why here?"

He winced as the fabric at his head caved closer, arching his face into the puffed corner as he loomed across the tip. Its soggy lips smacked as his nostrils overtook its pungent odor. It was as if it were bathed in smelling salt, his nose scooped a portion of its fluid as a souvenir.

"Enjoy your flight, spider!" Rhino roared, gravity yanking Myko past the head as he plunged into the round spheres between spiderman’s legs. He battered against the baggy skin, fighting its sags as the flailing legs kneaded him over the taint.

A crashed boomed from outside, a loud squelch signifying its landing as a car alarm screamed through the air. "Okay, definitely gonna put a word to your supervisor." Spdierman groaned. He looked into his sleeve, but found no sign of Myko. "Myko, buddy? where'd you go?"

"Down here." his distorted voice came from below, spiderma puzzled as he leaned over the dented car. A swift motion struck the depeths of his glutes, poking into their bubbled surface like tweezers..

"What in the world are you doing down there?!"

"I went the wrong direction." he wiggled harder as the soft flesh rebounded, a flex subduing him. "Give me a second, I'll try to climb out."

"what? no, that's not..mm..necessary. I'll get you out as soon as I can. but first I-" He paused as his body jolted, the hard surface decompressing as the sound of screeching metal boomed through the air.. "Another truck, Aleskei? Seriously!”

Rhino's laughter carried in the wind, destruction ensuing as webs cast through the air.

The suit compressed and squeezed. jumbling Myko around the steamy orbs as their skin wrapped around him like a blanket. A shower of sweat oozed from the depths of the skin, lubricating the slippery walls as he was dislodged from his stationary position. He moved between the mounds like a windshield wiper, pawing weakening as his mouth was splashed by its salty substance.

"Gah, it's so sweaty in here!"

"Told you!" Spiderman said, webs spinning from the outside.

The sound of destruction muffled outside, the cheeks gyrating over the other in efforts to smother Myko in between. Their soft surface hardened as they dragged him to the musty hole in the funnel of the meat pocket, Its heat rivaling a sauna, as his feet were suckled by its folds.

He jerked his feet from his hold. "N..nope, I'd rather not see the rest of the space."

He looked up and toward the seam of the crack, the lining of muscle rubbing in efforts to overwhelm the other. He managed to reach an arm from his side, pawing at the tender surface as they flowed back into place. He corkscrewed his body, and muscle swirled around his waist. He squirmed to undie its rubbery hold, his legs battering against the hole below to dislodge them, but to no avail.

“Come you lousy legs, you have to pull your weight if we’re gonna a-”

A tear roared from the fabric, A gray pillar cutting through the clothing like a knife as it tore a hole to the outside world. Sunlight shined as the mounds separated, but quickly darkened as Rhino’s ugly mug peered into the space, His gaze laying eyes on Myko. He froze at the sight of the villain’s eyes, waving sheepishly in response.

"What's this? A spider baby?" Rhino bursted into laughter. "Has spider become too chicken he lays offspring?"

"Low blow rhino, low bro." Spiderman muttered in shame.

Myko stammered to get free from his muscled restraints, just as armored fingers pinched him between its digits. The weight of a titanic ship squished at his arms and legs, slowly beginning to quake as he was forced into a crouching stance. Myko strained to keep them apart, his back burning to relieve himself of the mountainous appendage.

He saw the struggling foot of webslinger shifting in Rhino’s other had, jerking in efforts to free himself. But its struggling was seized by a clench, rhino beaming face filling the space as the fingers squeezing harder. "Little spider like eggs, yes? Then allow Rhino to scramble your puny body."

The titanic finger magnetic closer to one another, his fingers slipping as the weight from the digit planted his back. "Not exactly..appetizing.."

Rhino released a soft glee within his laughter, holding Myko higher as if to show those around the terrible predicament. Spiderman was among the few to take notice, kicking at the fist locking his arms. But the attempt barely rippled the hide of the palm, a soft chuckle escaping from the villain.

The palm squeezed harder, and Spiderman strained." Myko.. I think.. now may be a good time to show him your cannon balls.”

“Cannon balls?” he muttered, his knees caving into his chest.

“Hah! Cannonballs? Your putrid jokes makes me soar, Pauk.” Rhino bellowed, his gaze turning toward Myko. he loomed his face closer, his nostrils flaring as droplets sputtered into his hair. “But now has me curious. Go on puny one, show us these ‘cannon balls’ he speaks of.”

Myko strained as he tilted his head, looking to the webslinger, who gave a slight nod. He held his hands forward, his wrist concaving as they aimed at Rhino. The brute laughed as they pointed weakly toward him, the fingers squeezing closer as his aim lowered. “Alright..you.. asked for it!”

He placed the remainder of his strength into his legs, flicking his wrists as fluid rushed toward his palms. Webs strings in the gap between his arms, swelling in size before it erupted from his wrist, and spiraled toward Rhino’s face.

The villain scowled in pain, their headplate smothered with webbed goo as he and spiderman were dropped from his grasp. Myko stammered to his feet, dodging the stomping from Rhino before a web yanked him toward the feet of the webslinger.

"Good work on the Cannon balls" he said. "Thing really packs a punch."

"Told ya. But I don't think we're out of the woods yet." Myko looked ahead, Rhino prying his webs to reveal his fiery gaze. "We still got a villain to take care of."

The two of the readied their stance, facing Rhino head on. In a stare down with the massive villain, his gaze looked up to a crane resting on the side of the dam, a magnet attached to the end of it. “Think we can use that crane over there?”

spiderman followed his gaze. “Yeah?.”

“Let’s try and get him into its path.”

“I can do that. But you suppose we get him to take the bait now. But can’t do that and leave you exposed..”

Myko puzzled to himself, caressing his chin before looking at the incisor between spiderman's legs. With a heavy sigh, he hopped upon the hero's legs, burrowing himself back between the mounds.

The glutes squeezed together, sandwiching his body. "H..hey!" Spiderman looked behind him. "That's a sensitive spot you just hopped in."

"Sorry, it's the best I can think of. And I don't exactly have mobility like you do. Keep him busy at the front, and I'll wail him down with some web bombs."

"That's not how..you know what, that actually might work." Spiderman said, lowering to the ground. "Alright, we'll follow your plan Myko."

Rhino roared from the front the end of the street, charging as his mass toppled cars to the side. He rammed his horn forward, Spiderman jumping as its spiky end pierced the rear of a car behind.

"Olay! You can do better than that Aleskei!"

"Save your tongue, spider!" He retorted, yanking the trunk from its hinges thrusted it toward him.

Spiderman jumped again as it stuck to the cemented wall of a building, hopping to another vehicle. "Oo so close. I know rhinos have poor vision, but I didn’t think they were that bad."

""You dare mock me!" He charged forward, throwing a fist rising its crashed as it caved the wall.

Spiderman played keep with Rhino as he flipped from car to building, keep ahead of the destruction that followed as boulders from crumbled buildings were flung in his direction. He continued his bantering, loud grunts from the villain responding as he charged mindless after him. The plan was working just as planned. Now that he had his undivided attention, it was time to put the next step to action.

“Will.you.stand.still?!”

He hopped onto a pipeline, extending his arms to his side. “What’s wrong Aleskei? Tired of chasing a moving target. You must really be getting out of shape.”

“I’ll end you!”

He dragged his foot upon the ground, side arming a boulder as he rushed forward. His grunts became monstrous as he charged forward, his fiery gaze not leaving spiderman as he raised his fist to the air.

Spiderman looked to the giant magnet dangling from the crane overhead, jumping just as gorilla-like forearms slammed into the pipeline. “Hopa!” he flipped through the air. “He's all yours Myko."

Spider pulled cheeks apart, Myko’s damped arms pointing at Rhino. His wrists swelled as pressure rocketed from his sleeves, spindling into a wad of web as it tackled onto his clasped fist.. More wads erupted from his wrists, sending a barrage of large balls as they decorated Rhino like a painted canvas.

His arms stuck to the pipeline, and his legs now stuck to the grovel. "Why you-"

Myko shot a web at his face, smothering his enraged scowls. "That should hold him, you’re up Spiderman!"

He shot a web upon the magnet, yanking it from its restraint as chains ripped from their stems. He thrusted it forward, and watched as it plummet toward Rhino. It crashed into his back, his body caving into the side of a metal pipe as he was locked beneath its weight.

Spiderman hopped from the crane, plucking Myko from his rear. "Tsk, really should watch where you’re going Aleskei."

“I don’t know, always wondered what a pancaked rhino would look like.” Myko chimed.

"You think this over! I am merely subdued for now. Just you..wait!"

The bulk of his shoulder grinded against the magnet like gears, the soft sound of webs tearing as the deteriorated.

Webs shot from Spiderman’s wrists, patching the torn gaps. "Sorry, Rhiny. But I don't think new york can handle another one of your temper tantrums."

Sparkling lights shined within the distance, a crowd of people gathering like a herd of sheep as cameras flashed. Spiderman turned to greet them, but froze as he looked at his weakened suit, its snared flap flying through the warm air like white flag.

"We'll let the officers handle the clean up, I gotta get a wardrobe change stat" He pointed his shooters to his flank, spraying the top of the tear with a sheet of webbing, before swinging off to the rooftops.

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The ride back to Feast was like a slow ride in a taxi, Spiderman’s weight tossed around as he swung through the streets of new york. The motion of Spiderman’s swings were a different kind of sensation than the first time he swung. The soft flow of the wind flowing into his body, almost comparable to a breeze than the gust that whipped his face. It almost put him to his, but solid ground planted beneath them, shaking him from his dazed state as Spiderman entered the stair exit of the building.

He peeked at the live stream of the scene on his phone, the heavy lifter from Riker’s personnel hauling the rhinoceros villain in a giant cubicle. Watching the cage shake as he entered, his spine screamed in the reminiscents of being held by him. How spiderman was able to handle that countless times was beyond him..

Firm thumps shook the collar, the slender flap inhaling as fingers scooped him from inside.

"I really gotta work on getting these things enforced. That's the fifth suit in a row that has been scarred." Spiderman said. "How are you holding up bud?"

"Aside from an aching back, I'd say I'm good."

"Good. You know, you really surprised me out there. Not many are able to keep up in the battle. Guess you really are like miles."

"Yeah well, I couldn't have done that without your help out there, I'd be pancaked by now."

"Ay, least you're in one piece." A finger brushed at his head, the scenery shifting toward a bench as a mirror stared at him. "I'd say you'd passed the test of being an honorary web slinger, could learn a thing or two from ya that's for sure."

"You mean it?"

"Sure I mean, you earned it little buddy." He lowered a fist behind him, arching toward Myko.

A symbol of honor rose before him, the fist of his mentor raising before him. A smile crept upon his face, pounding his own fist against the middle knuckle. An honorary webslinger,Heh, guess fighting a villain and wrestling with a butt managed to pay off.

“Speaking of earn, I think your rear could use a bit of stitching.” Myko point out, watching the slim webbing deteriorate to the ground.

Spiderman aimed his wrist toward the flap, sputters the only thing coming out as it simmered like a dried spray bottle. “Ah, out of webs. Think you can uh..give me a hand?”

“Sure.” Myko said, hopping onto Spiderman’s hand. It lowered toward his rear, the smooth mouth breath peeking from the side of the withered webbing.

The sound of the door chimed as a figure entered the frame, Miles stepping inside as he mumbles lyrics from his headphones. He turned his gaze to face the room, and froze as he saw the two upon the bench. Myko sticking out from his backside. "Am I..interrupting something?"

Myko and Spiderman looked at each other, the webslinger clearing his throat. "I can explain?"

[yharnamcrow]

[A video.

The hunters are standing outside with Ferro, in a somewhat secluded area near Route 18.

"Are you sure about that, kid?" Henryk asks, flicking his self-made saw cleaver back and forth idly.

"Wouldn't have asked otherwise. You want to know how a deaf kid can hunt?" He tilts his head and grins. "Let me show you how."

"You're cocky."

"Deservedly so."

"Fine. Most of us don't have all of our weapons. So unless you want to take turns..."

"Easily remedied. I still Dream." The mist around Ferro's feet coalesces into small shapes that pull out weapons to hand them to the scattered Hunters. One of the weapons they hand Ferro is a Burial Blade, already assembled into its transformed state. He taps the butt of it on the grassy floor, then grins up at all the hunters. Amongst the assembled hunters, Gehrman stands, holding a Burial Blade far older than Ferro's own with shaking hands.

"Is that..."

"Your axe. The Dream is very good for some things." The grin on Ferro's face is audible. After a moment, he reaches up to turn off his hearing aids. "Now... Let's do this. A good old spar." He turns to the watching children and Pokémon behind the camera. "Stay out of the way, yeah?" He takes a breath. Then bursts into action.

Almost all at once, all four hunters scatter, just out of the way of Ferro's one handed swing. A swing Gascoigne barely manages to block and divert with his axe. He grunts, strains, then jumps back.

"Hunter's strength, huh..." Gascoigne grins, the expression fanged and growing wider. It's dangerous to do this so close to evening. If they take too long, he'd turn.

Ferro whirls, carving the blade in his hand upwards, just about blocking Djura creeping up behind him, eyes wide open. The dim hint of crystal glitter is visble in his eyes, remnants of Area Zero. Shortly after, his left hands explode into tentacles. An Augur. Djura curses, jumps back.

"Good thinking, kiddo..." He exhales. "Henryk! Any idea how he noticed me?"

"None."

"Away." Gehrman dashes in. Burial Blades crash into one another, sparks fly.

"Oooh, I haven't fought a blade like this in a while..." Ferro's voice wavers strangely, in a volume above his whisper. "Go on, Hunter." His smile is too wide.

"You fought my counterpart," Gehrman grinds out, switching his blade into the two-handed mode. "You fight well with it."

Ferro twists. After jumping away, he is intercepted quickly by large, beastly hands snake around his waist and hold him tight. Henryk is moving in a second later, Saw Cleaver halfway into unfolding to cleave into him.

"If you truly Dream, this shouldn't be so bad for you." It never connects. Ferro dissolves into mist, manifesting a few steps to the side. Quickening. He looks a little green around the gills, then disconnects the blade from the scythe handle. He clashes into Henryk again, once, twice, three times. By the third, Djura is behind him and rushes him to the ground, successful. Shortly after, Gascoigne joins him in keeping Ferro on the floor, with Gehrman and Henryk both resting the tips of their weapons on Ferro. The kid grins. It is wide.

"You fight well," Djura wheezes, one hand flicking Ferro's hearing aids back on. "And us Hunters are a different magnitude than some beast."

"I'm not used to fighting by myself. Usually I got my partner."

"Well. Count me as impressed. And afraid. You're good, kid." Djura hauls Ferro back up. "C'mon, let's go back to the house. The absol needs its feed." Behind the camera, cheers sound before the video cuts out.]

[madamlaydebug]

Twin Flame Love is A Service to Humanity!!

When your Soul is Ready- Your Twin will Appear.

10 Signs You Have Met Your

TWIN MIRROR SOUL..

The moment you meet your twin flame is the moment the earth beneath your feet begins to shift.

I like to think of the meeting of two mirror souls as an existential earthquake: all of a sudden you can sense that an immensely important person has entered your life.

All of a sudden you get the overwhelming feeling that your life is going to change in a way you aren’t even aware of yet – and yet you intuitively know that the changes will be great, greater than what you’ve ever experienced, and breathtaking in their magnitude.

I know all of this because I am fortunate enough to have met my own Twin Soul 🔥 also I am /we are going through the fiery, intense and transformative process of connecting and meeting my soul’s mirror. Moments of Joy Happiness

and Bliss.

Although I feel immense gratitude for the gift of connecting with my twin flame, I am happy to say that this blessing is open to everyone; however such a gift is not always received openly or even recognized by us on a conscious level.

Sometimes we’re at a point in our lives where we are simply not receptive to both ourselves and our twin flame’s presence due to stress, over-work, lifestyle habits and negative thought patterns that lead to low self-esteem.

Not healed from past karmic relationship patterns and programs- or the lack of self Love

For this reason I believe that it’s important to identify some of the major twin flame signs that you might experience, or have already experienced, in your lifetime. In the end, the appearance of our mirror soul is always a mystery and can rarely be predicted. So pay attention.

Who is Your Mirror Soul?

I like to refer to our twin flames as mirror souls because they essentially reflect the deepest needs, desires, dreams and shadow elements of our souls. We will explore this a bit more later on.

However before that, I just want to say that our twin flames are not always romantic, and they are not – as is so popularly suggested – necessarily heterosexual connections. In fact, our twin flames may be romantic partners of the same sex (or no sex), and they can often be platonic friends or even family members who we have known for a long time.

Regardless of this, twin flames are most commonly romantic and passionate in nature and tend to manifest themselves as people who we can passionately connect with on all levels.

Furthermore, it has also been popularly suggested that twin flames stay together for entire lifetimes, but I personally don’t believe that this is alway the case.

Connecting deeply with another person doesn’t necessarily guarantee that you will stay with them forever – this is dependent on your own level of conscious development and that of your twin flame 🔥 Also, in the spiritual community most people will confirm that we only have one twin flame in our lifetimes.

A Sacred Divine Union.

Such a belief stems from the origins of the concept of “twin flames” in Plato’s The Symposium dialogue which indicated that humans originally had two faces, four arms and four legs. Because of this, humans were once so powerful that they threatened to overpower the gods, so the mythic god Zeus split them in half. However, it is said that once we discover our other “half” again we are filled with a profound sense of love wholeness and passion ❤️

Two Souls with but a single thoughts - two hearts 🥰 that beats as One..

Finally, it is common for us to get really excited about meeting our “twin flame.” However, sometimes this jubilation results in romanticized projection, meaning that we paint an idealized image onto another person that might not be returned or welcomed by them resulting in severe disillusionment.

Also, when we suffer from low self-esteem and a lack of self-love, it is natural for us to try and find a kind of needy acceptance outside of ourselves (hence the projection), so be careful of infatuation and idolization.

Your twin flame is certainly not perfect – just like you.

Signs You have met your Twin.

We are not always receptive to the appearance of our twin flames in life. We might be heart-broken, wracked with grief, maritally over-burdened, or just plain tired and disillusioned when they suddenly appear out of the blue.

In fact, we might have already met our twin flames or mirror souls, but we might have overlooked them, belittled them or taken them for granted in some way.

When the soul is ready your twin will appear.

Whatever emotional or psychological stage you’re at in life, it is always beneficial to be conscious of the people you live with and meet.

These following twin flame signs might help you to open new pathways and opportunities for union:

💎You feel a strange, inexplicable sense of “recognition” when you meet the person. This might manifest itself as déjà vu, or an unshakable feeling that you’ve known this person before, or are somehow “meant to be together.”

💎You have a feeling that they are going to play a very important role in your own development, without knowing when, why or how.

💎 You’ve established an immediate, intense connection with them that is invigorating and a feeling of home .

💎 You feel as though you’ve finally found a “home” or safe place with the other person.

You are able to be your authentic self – warts and all – without the fear of rejection, persecution or judgment with them.

💎 You both embody the yin and yang, in other words, your dark side is balanced by their light side, and their dark side is balanced by your light side.

💎You feel a sense of expansion with them, as though you are larger than your limited identity.

💎They make you a better person, and you make them a better person.

When together you are both bonded but free, attached but unattached. In other words, you still maintain your freedom even though you might be in a relationship with them.

💎 You are finely tuned to their energy, and they are finely tuned to yours. This means that you are both very conscious of the present play of energy (whether happy or sad, angry or forgiving, open or withholding) present in the connection. You’re both therefore highly empathic with each other.

💎You feel as though you have been waiting for this person your entire life.

You both connect deeply and mirror each other’s values and aspirations for life beyond surface similarities.

💎 Your twin flame is a mirror of what you fear and simultaneously desire the most for your own inner healing. For example, if you are a highly-strung person, your twin flame will most likely be relaxed and messy.

💎 If for instance if you like to play the victim, your twin flame will be a strong character who refuses to give you pity or sympathy to perpetuate your complex.

💎 If you are creative your twin flame will 🔥 will be also be artistic and creative in their own way and will encourage and inspire you to be a master - total appreciation..

In this way, our twin flames can sometimes challenge and infuriate us but also teach us important lessons about our fears, core wounds and repressions.

💎No matter how many times you avoid or leave your twin flame, you’re always magnetically attracted back to them. (Don’t confuse this with abusive relationship complexes.)

One of you is more soulfully mature than the other, and often serves as the teacher, counselor or confidant within the relationship.

You are taught important life lessons such as forgiveness, gratitude, empathy and open-mindedness by them and with them.

Your connection is multi-faceted. In other words, your twin flame is likely your best friend, lover, teacher, nurturer and muse all at once.

💎Your twin flame doesn’t try to change you.

They accept you for who you are and what stage you’re at, and encourage you to do the same for yourself (and vice versa).

You can be truthful with each other about anything.

Together, you both feel driven towards a higher purpose, whether spiritually, socially or ecologically.

🔥 ❤️ 🔥

Our twin flames can be lovers, sisters, brothers, friends, cousins or even mothers or fathers. For some people they arise at the most opportune times, and for others they arise at the most complicated times. And still, for some people twin flames are said to not arise in this lifetime, but are nevertheless with us in heart.

Whatever the case, remember that it is entirely possible to be whole and complete unto yourself with enough soul work.

Remember, twin flames do not “complete” you because you are already innately “complete” at a soulful level; they instead compliment you deeply and help you to grow.

May We RiSe

As One

In The Light Of Love.

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Creator Writer Author ✍️

Mike Harrigan. ♀️☯️♂️

Gratitude to the Artist

[howtoreallymanifest]

Dreaming Big

when you think, you are putting emotional energy towards an idea that is conjured from the cloudspace, or dream realm, the one in which we live. that's the only possibility for us to comprehend the magnitude of possibilities available for us in this life. this means we are much more powerful than we have previously conceived. we can do much more than what our prescribed minds are telling us that we can do. that is because we are paying attention to our worldly mind rather than the dream mind, the one that doesn't live from being in this world exactly. when we do this, we open ourselves up to a much grander potential and as we pay attention to it we draw more of ourselves into it because it is connected to our emotions. as a result, we can instantly start building incomprehensible landscapes and experiences that can come to pass with enough energy and effort to them.

the energy we deliver from our stamina driven by our confidence is the type of creating that we do whenever we pay attention to our dream mind. it doesn't give up, and neither do we as a result. in fact, you may always find yourself answering the question to "how far away am i from my dreams" as "closer" every time.

when you listen to your dream mind, you are able to do much more than when you are just limited to your worldly mind. and when that happens, you can research more about your chosen topic of creation. and checking back and forth in between, seeing what you are coming up with.

it's important to note that when you apply stamina with confidence, you are building your dreams in lightning speeds. the confidence you gain from your research. and the stamina you gain from not giving up. clarity is continuously built the more you put things into perspective and see that it finds itself in a broad light. then you are zooming back into where you were working. how do you get things from nothing? it is activating that hazy sense of feeling that is called daydreaming, or catching yourself in it when you are doing it, then redirecting it with the law of attraction manifesting abundance. you tell yourself "yes" instead of "no" and maintain the positivity through affirmative thinking. this further releases more energy from your cloud or dream mind and you can further redirect it to your chosen destination.

the continuous action of not giving up with what you are creating is what causes the stamina you need to continue creating.

[iinkonde]

Sedilaka

Translations • Makube chosi, makudede ubumnyama kuvele ukukhanya. = Every said on the shrine, let it manifest into everything we say and ask for. May Light prevail and darkness be abolished.

Camagu = Ancestral greetings equivalent to amen

Amathongo = Ancestors

Endumbeni = Rondavel house for the ancestors

Words • 2113

Taglist • @ziayamikaelson @sweetsummerhaze @nzia-writes @greek-freak101 @iinkonde

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Trudging across the forest in attempt to get to the group of tiny figures playing around a small fire. Nearing the children, they start to sidle away or melt into the air. Only one figure remains, a child facing the fire .Slowling circling around the child, who continues to stare on at the bristling fire. Hands busy grinding something onto a big rock near their feet. Peering under the hood it’s eyes are blank,a far away look etched onto their features; features that are familiar… it’s the face… those eye-

Ramonda woke up with a startle. Laboured breathing as she gripped the bed sheets to level herself in reality.

Filled with adrenaline she makes work of getting out of her king size bed. Stumbling to the bathroom, her fingers find the switch as soon as she enters the room. The light is blinding but she doesn’t care.

Quickly making her way to the sink, flicking the tap open she falls over the basin immediately splashing the cold water on her face.

Absentmindedly reaching for a towel, dragging it down painfully slow. Wanting to delay having to look up into the big mirror in front of her. Afraid she’ll be transported back into the dream, transported back to those eyes. Ones she hadn’t seen in over two decades.

Raising her eyes to the mirror, she takes note of the bags under her eyes. The gray in her eyebrows. Exhaustion written all over her face. Her silk headwrap probably well on its way out of the palace now. Those things never seem to stay wrapped around her head. Her frizzy braids starring back at her. Pointing out of their original place.

She lets out a huff and shuffles out of the en-suite. Grabbing the gown laying on the ottoman.

Patting her bed for her scarf right on the edge of the bed the purple fabric lay. Snatching it she hastily wrapped it around her head, didn’t matter the presentation.

“Griot, the door.” Ramonda spoke to the AI

The door clicked open, she straightened her posture and stepped out. A few royal guards patrolling the hallway stopped to greet her. Yoliswa in particular quickly walked to her side.

“Queen Mother, are you in need of assistance?.” She hurried out.

“Take me to Ramatla. Alert the General tell her we have a long journey ahead” The Queen responded in a hushed tone.

She didn’t want for this to reach the ears of Shuri or anybody else before she understands what exactly this is, whatever these dream that’ve plagued her for a few weeks now mean

This one though, it left chills along her spine. The hairs on her neck were left sticking out she was nervous. Anxious for what awaits her.

Yoliswa quickly presses one kimoyo bead sending a signal to Okoye.

Ramonda turned and made her way to the exit of the palace. Yoliswa made a quick sign for the rest of the gaurds to stay behind.

"My Queen, are we walking there?"

Ramonda just turned and looked her in the eyes. That was a answer enough. Yoliswa nods at that and takes strides alongside her majesty.

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Venturing out at midnight was a repeating occurrence for the queen. For the year and half the palace has felt suffocating for her. She felt like the walls would close in on her. It felt so different and cold being here.

The two people she came into this kingdom for were both gone. She hadn’t had enough time to process the loss of her husband and she was losing her son a few years later too.

And she so quickly had to be strong for her daughter and her nation.

She doesn’t remember having a moment to just settle in her loss and feel the magnitude of the pain that she felt. The gaping hole in her heart too much to bear. So she’d explore Wakanda and all she had to offer all over again.

Just to keep her mind occupied because she was sure if she left it slip, she’d fall and never get back up.

The second set of footsteps behind her broke her out of her reverie. Okoye had joined them as soon as she received the message. Ramonda could sense the perplexity in the way the walk.

She was grateful both of them had followed her without question. Ramonda wasn’t sure she even had the answer. All she knew was she had to relay this to Ramatla. Hoping he could talk with the answer, beg them for clarity if need be.

Because for the life of her, Ramonda couldn’t wrap what she saw around her head. So many scenarios ran rampant in her head and none of them made much sense.

The journey to the seer didn’t take long. In the short distance they could see a figure by the rondavel.

Yoliswa quickly stepped in front of her to open the gate for them to enter. Okoye silently closed the gate behind her.

“Daughter of Lumumba, we were awaiting your arrival”. Ramatla stepped into the light.

Ramonda’s body went rigid for a minute. Blood drained from her head. This changed things. If they were waiting for her it means this was bound to happen. It was no coincidence.

All the of them work to remove their shoes. You can’t enter the ancestral house with shoes on.

Ramatla moves aside to let them enter eNdumbeni. He watched Ramonda sit near the mirror. Shaking his head chuckling as he noticed the anomaly of her action.

“Kawutsho Mntwan’ezinyanya uboneni?” Slight humour in his voice.

The two Dora’s couldn’t be more confused. They truly didn’t know what to make of this. Although there was a whimsical attitude in the way the great seer spoke to them, the atmosphere was tense. Seriousness filled the air.

As soon as those words left Ramatla’s mouth, Ramonda was transported back to her dream. And all the other visions she’d seen were all flowing and ebbing around her like picture’s swirling in the wind.

Okoye could see that her queen was in a trance, she crawled towards her. Sitting behind to support her neck. Ramonda’s body limp in her hold.

Ramatla motioned for Yoliswa to turn the mirror toward Ramonda.

He kneeled near them, incense burning slowly in his hold. He swayed it around himself first before doing the same to Ramonda.

Breathing it in harshly she let out a series of coughs. Her eyes opened slightly. A tear accompanying her focusing vision. Ramatla’s hand tilted her head slightly upwards. That triggered something.

Suddenly there was water coming out of Ramonda’s mouth.

To say Okoye and Yoliswa were horrified would be an understatement. Okoye was petrified, she couldn’t lose the queen. Not over something like this, this was unexplainable. Nobody would believe her. Ramonda couldn’t die, not in her arms. Certainly not so soon after they lost their Black Panther.

“Do something! Why are you just sitting here, can’t you see she’s choking?” Okoye cried out.

Ramatla just raised his hand to silence her. And motioned to a semi conscious Ramonda

Her eyes snap open., She’s covered in a cold sweat and water, salt water, shaking, heart pounding, looking around the room suspicious and paranoid that the water may have followed her.

"The water. It’s coming. I can smell it, it enveloped me and all of you-" Ramonda let out, frantically trying to sit up. She turned to Ramatla, the hint of humour from before long gone. Panic swirled in his eyes.

"The screams, people being swallowed by the ocean. My people”. Ramonda settles into whoever’s behind. She’s so tired, so exhausted.

“My Queen, the only thing that was shown to me was your pending visit. I was told to point you to that mirror. Our ancestors didn’t want any messages to come through me. Only that I provide you with means to an answer that’s been waiting for you for weeks now”. Ramatla provided sounding just as down as he felt.

Yoliswa who had been kneeling near the mirror throughout the episode, looked at Ramatla for an instruction. He blinked in response. Yoliswa shuffled closer to Ramonda.

“Queen Mother, are you comfortable with your soldiers being here. They also might be able to see what you see in this mirror?”.

Ramonda nodded quickly.

She didn’t have a choice and waiting for the counsel to decide whether or not her visions are things to consider emergent was not something she wanted to pursue.

Ramatla sings a few chants. He lights his incense again. They can’t necessarily hear the words he saying. His hushed tone and the way his words tumble out his mouth proves it difficult to follow his line of sentences.

“-ingathi ningam’mpendula. Makube chosi, makudede ubumnyama kuvele ukukhanya.”

He stands up and makes his way to the Djembe. On his way back he scopes a white powder substance. Wearing the drum diagonally around his body he starts to thump it slowly at first.

Walking circles around him, the rhythm picks up and the volume increases.He stops… only to blow the powder into the mirror.

The strange powder and increase danced in front of their eyes. The frequencies were high. When the smoke cleared, Ramonda’s eyes caught movement in the mirror.

The reflection of her environment slowly morphed into a motion image of free fields. Like a movie was projected on the mirror.

¥

The field’s started to seem familiar. It was like she was walking through them. A hut came into view. A very familiar hut. One she remembers playing in as a kid. One she remembers having sleepovers at as a teenager. One she remembers sneaking into as a young adult.

Remembers running up that hill to inform you she’d cracked the code. That she’d heard the elders whispering about a powerful hidden nation. One that she knew she’d be able to penetrate, because she’d said she was smart enough to do that one time.

She was. She did get into the nation. Had met a young boy in the woods. The woods that she’d later find out are some sort of hologram.

The hut was right in front of her now. It was like Mama Noziza would walk right out, with a glass of water ready for Ramonda to drink because somehow she always knew that she ran and never walked when she came up there.

Noziza would just tilt her head back and Ranonda would barrage past her to get to you. It was almost always the case. Ramonda’s mother had mentioned it was the same story with you too. They’d laugh about it over a cold glass of sugar water.

The wooden door opened. Nostalgia punched her right in the gut. She can’t remember the last time she’d seen this scenery. More than 20 years the voice in the back of her head whispers. Ramonda could cry, she wants to scream really.

The broken window on the left brings in the most light. She remembers it breaking. A bunch of your friends were playing with a DIY dodgeball made with plastic and filled with wet newspapers. Your cousin had tied it so tight you had to develop skills to dodge it because it was painful. The stinging sensation forever etched into her brain.

You, tired of losing threw it so hard it went just a little higher than you wanted it and it pierced through your window. Everyone scattered. Including Ramonda, who just as she rounded the Rondavel to try and slide down the small hill, was snatched from behind by Noziza.

Tears gather at the memories, they cloud her vision. Snuffling she wipes them away to carry on the journey her ancestors are taking her on.

As she fixes her gaze back into the vision. She notices the room is empty. Void of the small pieces of furniture it once held. It zones in again. She can now make out a small figure in the middle of the hut.

Kneeled down facing forward. It feels like déjà vu. The same instance as her dream earlier.

This time the figure turns around, still on the floor. One knee tucked into their chest. Hands still grinding into a big rock. This time though Ramonda sees a pile of leaves and branches surrounding the small figure.

It looks up… and Ramonda let’s out a chocked sob.

“No”. She lets out. “No”.

The mirror clears instantly. No sign of it ever being a projector or whatever the heck that was. Ramonda wants to get up and leave. But she knows she can’t. Her body’s too weak to carry her all the way back to the palace.

“Kumkanikazi, ngobani ababantu?”

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[phrobysha]

Thoughts

Peace of Mind is hard to find but when you get it, it is the most amazing thing one can hold onto. There many things on this earth that bring about this transition in evolution however the question is, what is this for you and is it all you ever wanted. Family is such a thing and it is but all there is.

Humanity is a way of existence that we all have to exist as. Clearly there different contexts of this reality and how we decide to live comes down to this definition, So what is humanity to you.

Honor is a word i find very interesting and its division to honesty and transparency even more so does create a question of self. How does one become as it were open minded and too of forthcoming speech with open sourced coherence. Inceptive or Deceptive is what we should ask of ourselves.

Family is on my mind, the entirity of category from close, extended and unknown family.

Life is on my mind, and as a Ugandan, it is the life of all that i speak of, not mine, yours or the next person but indeed everyone.

The politics of Uganda are very diverse as are the people. And long before politics as we have come to know and practise it, we were a people who embraced first and foremost, politics of the heart, which was engineered by the spirit and soul, then we thereafter engaged politics of the mind. So we must ask ourselves whether we acknowledge the difference in what politics was and what it has become.

What is never on my mind should be question of intrigue. One is never low on hope nor is one short on faith and well, one simply is lifeless without Love.

One has long thought of a world different to the one we know, and not to say there ain't a number of beautiful and admirable things about planet earth but speaking of a land I grew up in, Kampala Uganda, the most diverse and integrated community with tremendous desirable attributes of surmount characteristic that I know of, it is painful even saddening to see a country such as this one, continuously undergo tyrannical magnitudes of madness. But there is hope yet and indeed the love of this great nation remains at heart. Like human beings who consistently need rethinking of their existence, there is great future of change that will awash this wonderful of country. The pearl of Africa it was named and well as testimony may have it, only time will heal its setbacks and the best of vision is yet to be captivated to length of spatial longevity as a nation of endurance and perseverance that has no end to attaining a momentous of through and through beauty. Faith that God created this nation as testament of everlasting new beginnings.

What's in front of one is more important than what is behind and for that reason I have a vision non like any before.

There is no comparison of any one given person as the creator makes no mistakes. There can only be one like ourselves as is the capacity of every rain drop. Our destiny is to comprehend our gravity of extent to the bigger picture. But together we have the power and will to foresee a change none like any. There is no comparison of what we all could achieve and henceforth manifest as units of change to a world we all have come to call home. mi casa es su casa. Can't we all just get along.

Has planet earth become more or less a paradise of happiness or sorrow. It is not individual but diverse interconnectedness of all that exists that we must answer this question. Have the hopes and dreams of men and women as once children become as such the world visioned. Humanity is peace, love, harmony and tranquility. A pact of sisterhood and brotherhood that is without boundaries but both internal and external projection of trajectory advancement as an evolved species. Life on planet earth must be corrected and effectively enriched in this generation. For it is the time of healing that we all have been tasked with and after the greatest of all monumental captivation, rebuilding the foundation of essence as residents of this realm.

The Police Man and The Army Man.

This is a story that takes us

Into the workings of power.

It was on this occassion

That someone screamed for help

As the tale is told

They were robbed by two men

And two men came to the rescue.

A police man who'd only just begun

On the first day of his duty

And an army man

Passing through town

On this particular event.

An argument broke out between the two

Over who should handle the case.

The army man insisted he was higher ranking

And the policeman claimed jurisdiction.

Confused in conflict another call was made

Attention Gentlemen please

At ease with eachother

We need your assistance.

And in an instance

A quarrelsome battle seized

Together they answered

At your service.

Again we have been violated

By whom asked the policeman

And in reply by strangers.

What did they take

Our harvest as we are grangers.

In what direction asked the policeman

They headed west in pointing assertion

And by what means did they travel

By cycle answered in address politeness

Was it bicycle or motorcycle

By both actually in so recollection

The stunned army man on foot requested

Might we commandeer your tractor

And the police man backed this petition

Both setting off in pursuit of the wrongdoers.

They returned with two captured suspects.

One had a motorcycle and the other a bicycle

But with no harvest to show.

So they asked whether they recognized either

And a resounding no as they wore masks followed

And too, it was the wee hours of the morning

And being day light right now in that moment

All they could remember was that

One sounded like a woman

And the other like a man

But the apprehended were both men

The policeman and army man said oh men

What are we to do

The victims broke into tears

And this was their worst fear.

To be continued

The Lion Prince and Dragon Princess.

Once upon a time

In a land not so distant

Far in the heart of the Jungle

Amidst the vast savanna plains

Was a prince.

None like any of the young men

He was adventurous and known by many

As the most mischievous ever.

His nature very much like the wild

With love for the earth everlasting

He alone would become the first

To travel the lands across the mountains.

On the other side of the world

Was a princess.

Known as the Dragon princess

She was the soul of the mountains

And the valleys alike.

Her spirit matched to the prince

Was one of Adventure and dreams.

It was in this clasp that the two

Would one day as destiny intended

Meet and fall in Love.

Like every tale told

It was not an easy road

At crossroads is where

They would find challenges

Set upon them in time.

The evil witches and wizards who worked

For the evil queens and kings

Would stop at nothing to

See them apart from course.

But the universe no match

For the spells of wickedness

Would fail at every attempt.

For it was the union of these two

That the lion and the dragon

Would become as such pact

To conquer all evil adact.

The young prince had a companion

A lion that was well adapted

With the lands as his playground

And the Princess on the other hand

With a Dragon that rode the skies

With zeal and might.

Together they would become

The beginning of dreams

With no end to love

That was unbreakable.

For centuries it is believed

That seers into the future

Would try and bend all time

To stop such becoming.

And that it was this very unlikely

But destined union

That would break the curse

Known as the war on peace.

The union would be

One that mended all rage

A chapter into a new age

Of time where love reigned.

A moments glance into

A people freed from

Enslavement of hate.

The earth lands and

The sky bands would

Forever be bound

Together for eternity

As the lion and dragon union

A match made in heaven

And destined by the universe.

To be Continued

[zeraphimtwins]

This detached phase is a lot easier than you might think for me.

I'm too engrossed in work and learning more about wine. My members, clients keep summing up and adding to my reputation. I am in so many places at so many times there is ZERO space for co worker drama. I'm always usually 1on1 on all conversations and interactions of service. When it's about wine -- everyone leaves me alone, and allows me to do what I do every time. Both at the country club and in the wine bistro restaurant. I need to stay humble and just dig in my heels EVEN MORE; erase all distractions always and execute after the study and theory is done. And there's a lot of books and study I am currently going through.

Time is flying faster than I realize. So fast.

We know our love's sins can be washed as easily as you'd like to coquettishly brush up against me.

We'll be so attuned to each other's growth a lot smoother than ever you could have imagined. We're made in our reflections to our twin set of flames.

It's bigger than us. Our string of fate led us this way. We just want it to work singularly for us finally once we all have our evaluations and degrees. Nothing was coincidence. Neither is this trial for us. Neither is why I think about you at times. Myself remembering your captivating eyes and encapsulating nurturing aura around everything you did. Everything I remember so vividly -- your best sides left the biggest impressions.

I already know you know we're definitely cut out for each other's growth in magnitudes that shake worlds. Only. Our strongest and fullest of life.

But this evening -- I continue working and studying in my life to execute as I always do. All evidence has shown my multiplying of my manifestations. And I still smile thinking about you and what you've left me with to dream of you with. Nadie se compara. Y somos únicos en esta vida.

[spirituallesbianblog]

LGBT Lesbian Couples - Love Etiquette

'Love is the divine soul of our universe'

A consciousness of pure purpose and light garnished with loving intent for their masterful creations we know as humans who dwell on a planet of desire and dreams. A garden of infinite beauty where love dwells in the hearts of man and womankind as conditional, unlike the creational plan of infinite and limitless. Through the ages, we have accumulated a ton of programming that feeds into our mind's conditional thinking in all areas of our lives including how we love and navigate our emotional experiences. The human psyche is like a storage room of past trauma, happenings, and loves we thought were 'the one' but turned out to be a karmic experience of stormy magnitude. A mash-up of drama, euphoria, great sex, and conflict. Whether you are heterosexual or same-sex orientation, the song remains the same. Karmic interludes test your ability to transcend unhealthy attitudes in relationships and the part you play in them. Forest fires burn in your grand love affair as tactics like control, manipulation, and abuse crash and burn the initial spark that attracted you to a new lesbian or bisexual lover.  What happens next is an emotive pullback from one or both partners confused by the level of dysfunction and having no clue how to repair the incompatible split. This dynamic is not unusual in heterosexual and same-sex relationships in a world of themes taught by parents and all-knowing relatives. These influencers planted the seeds of malfunction through the example of their partnerships based on what they inherited from their role models and generations that came before. Armed with little knowledge of what makes a union healthy, we fall in love and then dive into a same-sex relationship without prior knowledge of what our beloved has learned from their family's positive or negative interactions. Love etiquette defines how we treat each other and ourselves in a romantic union where two people hear the frequency call that magnetizes their hearts to a place of remembrance. This may come in the way of soul mates who show us how to feel through the power of emotion and in this arena of feelings, we find our true essence unless we have chosen to understand pain and the art of healing through karmic unions. Here to teach us self-love and release outdated thinking. Every habit or pattern added is always up for review and when we do the work, our soul feels the energetic freedom.

'My soul has given me experience and a kindness that shines from within'

I feel good knowing I have a compassionate lesbian heart and a spirit inspired to give. I have walked through the fire of darkness and come back to tell the tale. Surviving a journey through the underworld adds character, strength, and growth. There is a resilient belief in your power and certainty you will prevail. All the things that have happened to my life are part of a bigger story, orchestrated before I was born, as I wrote a script for the life I would lead, in human form on Planet Earth. In this storyline were the friends, lovers, and family I was destined to meet and grow from their unique interactions. Through the mysterious medium of reincarnation I have come to appreciate the grandeur of this cosmic creation and how we get to meet people we may have been in love with from former lives. You know when you meet that special; one as your heart feels the unforgettable tale of romance. The emotion is undeniable and the more connected you are the stronger the magnetic pull. This is the glory of a creator who imagined such things and manifested them effortlessly into reality. The divine has a romantic spirit that inspires the most radiant of love as unconditional and always available for those who shake off the rigid vision of love often played out on this planet. Our global home is holding space for this higher love amidst the measure of well-earned patterns that crush the spirit of love with false chronicles that require a partner to be controlled, abused, or co-dependent. The level of persuasive intent manufactured from eons of loving another the way our mother loved our father or religion dictated it should be has twisted the narrative away from the original incentive of unconditional love. The source of true power and ability to reach into the soul of another with no restriction. We are masked with a deficit of fear and an inability to express what our heart secretly knows and desires. Our love is tempered and when two people feel the majestic light of love they often stay guarded as a way to protect the brokenness created over time. This disallows the young lesbian to abandon her armor of protection and offer a small gift of love as she fears the backlash of heartbreak the way her father felt when his wife cheated and walked away from the family unit. These memories are potent and unalive the freedom to love with wild abandon and intimacy. The intense emotive closeness we all long for but hold at bay as the subconscious alarms ring loudly reminding us of how love can be painful and hurt. We are creatures of habit and continue to endorse the negative patterns of love etiquette brought forth by the conditioned thoughts we protect as if our lives depend on it. When in fact it is these defeatist views of how we navigate love that prevent us from loving unconditionally in the most divine and free-spirited way.

'This often requires healing the wounds inflicted by those who were walking a path of self-sabotage in the name of unrequited love'

As humans, we hold on tight to the programs instilled by those closest to us never questioning whether they make sense or not. This is the hard wiring of humanity that needs to awaken so the purest form of creational love can flood the earth healing the ancestral wounding we deliver to each generation through our genetics marred by a fake impression of how we love. The challenge is to explore our inner sanctum where healthy love etiquette has been poisoned by the trauma of childhood neglect, abuse, or past love destruction. The hurts of yesterday cut deep and if not attended will bleed into your current relationship choices. You see the allure is karmic and in place for mutual healing as each person reflects the wounding in the other. When these two lovers collide the vibration of shared hurts can create a bond of trauma that feels like love. There is something so familiar in the attraction they are drawn together without understanding why. There may be a sense of true love but the shared and unresolved abuse both people have endured will rise to the surface begging to be nurtured and healed. If not the play of programs could be greater than the willingness to restore internal health. For some, it may be painful to find themselves face to face with a narcissist spawned by the internalizing of earlier trauma causing the shutdown of their heart and capacity to feel empathy. This is a closed door that can only opened by bringing forth the original sin with a trained therapist as narcissism can be a lifelong condition. The heartbreak that can ensue from falling under the spell of a seasoned narcissist who may seek control of their partner can be devastating for the one who did not see the signs. The truth is it's difficult to see what lies beneath a mask your new love may be wearing to reel you in. The fallout from this unconscious union is a lesson in discernment as we walk through the fire of red flags and stand too close to the flames. Relationships are challenging and a test often of what we think we know. With little knowledge of the patterns we might encounter in ourselves and others, we walk blindfolded into minefields of tactics that bruise the heart and self-esteem. With so much dissension in the ranks of lesbian and bisexual unions, we see the value of a woman's worth entangled in her ancestral lineage of unhealthy behavior heralded in through eras of female submission and expectations supplemented by societal pressures of how a woman should conduct herself in times where her value was diminished. It is hardly surprising we fall into the traps of self-sacrifice when for centuries our female counterparts played the role of compliance.

'We need to forgive our divine feminine selves for enacting our ancestral DNA when we allow a woman to control our every move or bow to the abuse bestowed upon us'

It's an age-old issue that continues to deter feminine, same-sex relationships from attaining a higher frequency of love. A consciousness of purity and free-spirited exchange blessed with an intimacy only attainable when two souls are authentically aligned with themselves and each other, The light of love and truth shines brightly on this union as each partner has a deeper wisdom of what makes a healthy relationship work and how we have at some time been burdened by patterns handed down or acquired by parental or lover abuse. We live in an internally injured world highlighted by the continuance of dysfunctional themes that create an aura of suffering as people on Earth try to navigate love from a place of hurt and past wound hauntings. The ghosts of our subconscious greet us with triggers when we emotionally connect with another soul who has similar upset stashed away in the recesses of their psyche until a karmic lover arrives to aid in the healing or create a loop of never-ending anguish. Sadly the latter is more often the case and the reason is a lack of knowing why they feel the way they do. Lesbian couples are not immune to the karmic entanglements that leave each partner wondering how love slipped so silently away amid the collision of incompatibility and strife. A classic combo in relationships that lack a solid foundation to build on. You see falling in love is an insatiable desire we all share to unite with one another most eloquently and intimately. A birthright offered unconditionally by a divine spirit whose romanticism we feel when our eyes meet a stranger across a crowded room evoking a feeling of familiarity and closeness. As love blooms like a flower meeting the morning sun on a warm spring day, our hearts are enlivened and enriched with the prosperity and optimism we have met someone of significance. A magical emotion that can only be translated as the purest meaning of our soulful, human lives. Love is amazing but comes with conditions and these may include the wanting of one person to control or verbally curse the other. This is how the ambiance of love is altered when the cracks begin to show and love is officially a testing ground of each partner's ability to transcend the patterns formed from past events often so traumatic they have etched their influence into the human psyche. And why I am an advocate for basic training in psychology so karmic interactions do not escalate to the point of no return or cause the demise of what seemed a promising love story.

'These karmic partnerships have immense value and can heal the wounds of this life and past in the midst of what might seem like a battlefield of amour'

These conflicted lovers may part in anger not knowing their issues ran deeper than the Nile River and paved the way for this unhappy ending. A split that may not have been necessary had there been a greater insight available in terms of psychological know-how. Armed with a toolkit of answers to past trauma questions the light might shine brighter on a same-sex karmic union that fell apart due to patterns that were entrenched into the hearts and subconscious of one or both partners. Instead, there is anger, confusion, and heartbreak. A common karmic reaction to issues that need the gentle hand of healing so each party is aware of what happened earlier in their life and how it is impacting their current relationships. The ABC law of attraction is often weaponized with traits picked up by the broken hearts of parents and peers showing up in a lesbian couple dynamic as remnants of sexual assault or programs played out by guardians who present the darker side of love as emotional and physical abuse.  In a world of diverse attitudes and ideals, it is not surprising we breathe in the rhetoric or actions of others as good or bad although they are merely perspectives honoring a universe of distinct contrast. Where there is dark there is also light and as the sun lights up the day the moon governs the darkness of night. This universe has a precise order that qualifies difference as the curiosity of a creator who saw the beauty of a planet inhabited by people of various looks, cultural stances, belief systems, and sexuality. The latter is my calling as a lesbian who embraces her desire to love another woman romantically and sexually. There are many ways I can do this through the medium of a learning karmic relationship, soulmate, or a rare twin flame that encompasses one soul meeting a mirror of their own soul here on earth. An experience not for the faint-hearted as you encounter yourself in human form. This cosmic union is made in the stars of unconditional love with the challenge to match each other's unique and divinely orchestrated frequency on a higher level of spiritual consciousness.  Lesbian couples blessed with this exacting blueprint will light up the world with their holy presence if they can make it through the enchanted forest of karmic chaos gathered from earlier interactions.

'These chosen ones from the halls of creation are the creme de la creme of relationships designed in the spirit of higher love as a shining example of how stellar divine love is'

Sidling up to the lesbian or bisexual twins are the goddesses of a high-level soulmate connection who have come to a place of spiritual and human maturity by attaining their stripes as up-market heavenly messengers from past lives ready to take the stage as a divine couple in their current incarnation. A deeper understanding of the path they have already walked and their psychological self allows this same-sex couple the beauty of a partnership that transcends the karmic platform of learning as they transmute their life hurts with healing, The high-level soulmate alliance has a purity that can only come from doing the inner work required by each partner to ascend to a vibration divine enough to be heard by another through the energetic waves of time. LGBT lesbian couples who attain this level of New Earth love are the hallmarks of healthy and happy relationships. A beacon of light needed on a -planet of painful same-sex relationships marred by the shadow of prejudice and bias. My lesbian and bisexual sisters are weighed down by societal and religious viewpoints that can impede a loving coalition here to inspire empathy for what is deemed different or unique. I am a lesbian empress of light who has reached into her inner spirit and transgressed the programs motivated by people's limiting beliefs and ethics instilled by ancestors throughout Earth's history. Some of us have arrived to smash the paradigms of predisposed ideas about same-sex relationships and how romantic karmic unions are the mainstay as opposed to divine partnerships. Relationship Nirvana is achievable by LGBT lesbian couples and the way forward in understanding we can live the life of our dreams with a partner that ticks all the boxes of a compatible soulmate free of the karmic zone as she has met her shadows and waved the wand of healing across all aspects of her early trauma. This divine feminine is a sparkling role model of hope for a globe entrenched in relationships that are embedded with classic programs of control, co-dependence, and physical and emotional abuse brought about by hurt people who passed their pain to another setting up a human pattern of dysfunction. It's time to turn the wheel and purify the brokenness of this conditioned planet. That is by seeking help from trained therapists or learning how others healed their programs of impaired thinking due to repressed emotions caused by damage inflicted by another's inability to heal their own hurts. It's cyclical and ever-increasing, but we can shift this heaviness by understanding why we feel the way we do and how we can stop bleeding out from our constant wounding. This is how we climb the ladder to relationships that glisten with love, peace, and contentment. Let us LGBT lesbians and bisexuals change the way we perceive love. It is an inside job and requires an introspective look at our negative habits and patterns so we can heal and move on to stronger and more intimate alliances with soulmates who have also delved into their shadows. It is then we rise above the vision of karmic turbulence. The mainstay on planet Earth and in our same-sex relationships. The wheel is turning and opening the gates to healing and a desire for higher-level romances that offer counterparts the beauty of a mature and loving union steeped in the divinity of unconditional love and light.

Author ~ LInda E Cole {The Divine Feminine}

'Lesbian and bisexual twin flame and high-level soulmate relationships all have a unique love etiquette of their own ~ The quest is to walk through the fields of karmic and ascend to a higher love. ~ An internal land of love and New Earth'

[thisrobinisred]

Many ways I have learnt to say no:

No

Nope

Denied

Wrong

Incorrect

N o spells no

Nuh uh

NUH UH

I shan’t

I’m afraid I can’t

I regret to inform you that I cant

Absolutely not. This single word holds the power to crush my soul into a million tiny fragments, shattering every ounce of hope and joy residing within the depths of my being. Its simplicity belies the sheer magnitude of devastation it inflicts upon my heart, as it ruthlessly strips away the possibility of my desires and dreams manifesting into reality. My fervent plea for affirmation is met with a blunt rejection, stabbing me with an indescribable pain that reverberates through the very fibers of my existence. No, the cruel symphony of rejection plays on, drowning out the melody of anticipation that once resonated within me. It is a merciless dagger, coldly thrust into the core of my vulnerability, leaving me gasping for breath, drowning in a sea of desolation. The fervor in my voice, reduced to a mere whisper, is hopelessly swallowed by the void created by that dreadful word. No, it resounds in the echoing chambers of my broken spirit, forever etching its agonizing imprint upon my wounded soul.

[lasangirl]

ani's eyes were fixated on mine when she said, "everything will be all right". in that split second, i could truly feel the gravity of her words. it was not a casual assurance she uttered to soothe me, much like a reflex. nor was it a baseless, wishful thought that she asserted to hopefully morph reality.

quite the contrary, her wisdom arose from years of diligent contemplation on buddhadharma, on anitya and anatman. the magnitude of ani's practice made (her assertion on) impermanence firm like a physics law. because of impermanence, everything will be all right. it is a promise. like gravity. like how all terrestrial bodies will always fall toward the centre of the earth at some point. eventually. inevitably.

impermanence is something i have long known and vouched for, but only from that moment could i truly embrace it as my own truth. this firmness stems from recognising the illusory nature of what we perceive to be realities. "reality" is but a flimsy manifestation of our past karmic actions, failed exams, unlearned lessons, and of unfulfilled promises that we have carried lifetime upon lifetime in the alaya-vijñana, our storehouse of consciousness.

in that sense, incarnation is much like remakes of a film (an interactive one, like Bandersnatch to be specific). the logline remains unchanged, but each time it comes with a slightly altered screenplay, mise-en-scène, cinematography, and a new équipe of supporting actors*. each time, the protagonist influences the events unfold in the film with their own choices. no matter their past missteps, at dawn, they can always turn the corner and seek atonement. karma, thus, is more of an empowerment than a punishment.

we stay in samsära and re-perform these acts, time and again, until we learn what needs to be learned. from earthly basics such as how to breathe steadily and walk firmly. such as, how to love with upeksa, or equanimity, so that love won't suffocate or inflict pains. such as, how to register the existence of and comfortably sit with our flaws; because only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others.

then when we are ready and no sooner, we will learn that samsara, much like all phenomena, is too assembled and inherently insubstantial. the ultimate truth is that we have never been bound by samsara. the moment we wake up from this butterfly dream, we touch the reality of the birthless and deathless nature of all things. with the renunciation from dualistic notions of good and bad, of hope and despair, of affections and afflictions - all at once - we reach the other shore where true liberation is realised.

rambling notes from a conversation with ani

denver, fall 2022

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(*) occasionally, we will be rejoined by old friends of lives past from before we were born, only in a different disguise. it is when we experience that bliss of the inexplicable connection to a soul we (think we) barely know. of "hey, i have missed you so much in the time i had not yet known you in this incarnation. how wonderful it is that across this grand and sublimely bizarre universe of multiverses, we are here now again and finally." - in lucy's words

[ruthlesslistener]

(Hopefully mobile won’t eat this ask)

My friend is playing HK for the first time and I’ve been noticing yet more things I didn’t see in the two playthroughs I did. The comment from Lemm about how the statue is the only record of the Hollow Knight stuck out to me, because at first I was like “what the hell, that’s so sad”, but like… there’s not much that could be said about them that wouldn’t reveal how messed up the whole plan was or be an outright fabrication. (Also the design of the statue— they’re on a pedestal shaped like PK’s crown, and beneath that it looks like a huge flower, which you could say represents the White Lady but idk)

There’s this quote from the Seer that I saw going through my hundreds of screenshots that stuck out to me: “Hold something in your mind and it lives on with you, but forget it and you seal it away forever. That is the only death that matters.” Obviously this applies to the Radiance, and that’s probably the primary if not only intention, but I immediately thought about the previously mentioned statue (which is interesting too because there are no PK statues in the City of Tears (that I can think of)). As well as the White Palace, and how despite most of it being clearly a dream version of the real thing, certain significant areas seem to be retained as they were in life.

Like even if no one really knew them, PK really tried to make sure THK wouldn’t be forgotten about, even if everything else fell apart, and this got really long but dang I have a lot of thoughts about this game. (Sorry if this isn’t the most eloquently worded.)

YEAHHHHHHH THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I THINK THE STATUE IS SUPPOSED TO BE. It's supposed to be a memory of someone who was supposed to be forgotten! Because even though it would have been better for the Pure Vessel to just fade away from memory, and for the Radiance to die with them, PK just...couldn't do that. He grew to love them, and couldn't bear the thought of them fading away. Lots of people hate it or think that its some cruel form of mockery, but I think it was PK's fatherly affection manifesting in the only way he could show it after sentencing them to die- by making sure that even if they went unknown by everyone around them, the magnitude of their sacrifice would not be forgotten. Them and the dreamers, of course, but the dreamers are sort of secondary to Hollow being the centerpiece, so they're not really what he was going for there

I also think that the 'only death that matters' thing refers to how the gods work in Hallownest, because that seems to be the method PK was using to kill the Radiance, and the method that he tried to use on himself after the kingdom fell. A god will only die when they are damned to fade into obscurity, so putting up a monument to a god's child is kind of a really really major thing to do, even if the people themselves don't know of Hollow's divinity

[tyonfs]

dress up.

❝ i was trying on something. could you tell me if you like it? ❞

PAIRING ▸ mark lee x reader

WARNINGS ▸ dirty talk, raw sex (pls use protection), overstimulation

WORD COUNT ▸ 2000 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ this was a request from anon for a frat boy!mark smut! i sort of ran with it, but i love mark lee so it was fun to write ♡

IN RETROSPECT, MARK WAS A BIT OF A CLICHE.

Being a frat boy, athlete, and unfortunately, a bit of a heartbreaker, it was inevitable that he would be classified as bad news. Add you to the equation and he was the physical manifestation of a typical rom-com trope. He figured it was supposed to be you chasing after him, but the fact that it was the other way around took a slight blow to his confidence.

But that didn’t stop him from pursuing you.

And here he was, anticipating your presence on a Friday night at a frat party. He hung onto some false sense of hope that kept him from consuming any alcohol, despite Taeyong and Johnny’s attempts to get him to drink. You and Mark had been flirting for a while now, but neither of you had made a move on each other. Mark was hoping that would change tonight.

“C’mon, Ma-ark,” his friend, Na Jaemin, slurred. “You gotta let loose. Take a shot with me.”

“Jaemin, you’re sloshed, dude. Also, I won’t until—”

A notification flashed across his phone screen, the banner name displaying your name. Mark’s cheeks heated up, his mouth going dry as he stared at his phone for a moment. He turned it off and then on again, checking to make sure the notification was real. He sank back into the couch to make sure only he had eyes on his phone screen.

you: mark

you: you up?

mark: of course. what’s up?

you: i was trying on something

you: could you tell me if you like it?

mark: oh fuck

mark: yeah, go ahead

A few minutes passed by and Mark’s heart was racing. He stared at the texts again, wondering if this was really happening, then cringing at the realization that he had actually sent an “oh fuck” when it was supposed to be confined to his thoughts. Without giving Mark any warning or time to brace himself, you sent the picture.

There was something about mirror pictures that drove Mark crazy. Seeing you posing in front of a full-length mirror with black lingerie hugging your curves and a mini pleated skirt that barely covered the swell of your ass was giving him a hard-on. He wasn’t sure he could contain himself and this shocking development between you two was messing with him.

Mark grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it shamefully on his lap. No one was paying attention to him anyways, but he had to take extra precautions.

mark: fuck are you wearing that rn?

mark: god, you’re driving me crazy

you: if that’s the case then why don’t you come over?

mark: now?

you: you know where my apartment is

you: i’ll be waiting ♡

Mark got up in an instant and made his way to the door. He had to have saved someone in his past life for this sort of luck. He was caught up in disbelief that you, the girl of his dreams, had made a move on him. There were plenty of girls that Mark had gotten caught up with in the past, but none of them had ever made his heart race like you did.

Johnny stopped Mark before he got to the door, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Whoa, where are you running off to?”

“Oh, shit, I forgot to ask.” Mark grinned, insufferably cocky. “Do you have a condom?”

Johnny’s eyes practically sparkled, digging into his pockets upon his best friend’s request. “Attaboy.”

You looked straight out of one of Mark’s fantasies when you opened the door and let him in. It wasn’t even the short skirt or the lingerie peeking through that got to him. What sent him over the edge was Mark’s sweater over your body; it was oversized on you, but Mark knew it looked better on you than it ever could on him. Mark had given it to you a few weeks ago when you were cold, but he never expected to be the one taking it off of you.

“Hey, frat boy,” you teased, then pouted lightly. “I’m sorry for making you wait so long.”

Mark snapped out of his daze and walked in the apartment as you closed the door behind him. “Wait?”

You tugged at the hem of his shirt and Mark took the cue. He grabbed the back of his shirt at the nape, tugging it off and tossing it to some corner of the room, exposing his bare chest and abs. He let out a hiss through gritted teeth as you ran your hands down his chest and to his belt.

“Wait for me,” you explained. “I just wanted to get you so worked up so you could ruin me.”

That was all Mark needed to hear.

He picked you up effortlessly and brought you to your bed, dropping you down on it and crawling on top of you. He caged your frame with his larger one and crashed his lips onto yours. It was messy and rushed, but so full of passion and longing. Mark poured out his emotions and frustration into kissing you, running his hands down your gorgeous body as you arched your back against him.

“God, I’ve been wanting to do this for months,” he growled when he pulled from the kiss, moving his lips down to your neck. When he heard a soft moan escape your lips, he started sucking harsher, blooming dark hickies along the side of your neck. “I’m gonna make you wish you never made me wait.”

You wrapped a leg around his torso, which he appreciated, if a smooth roll of his hips was anything to go by. But you wanted more—more contact and more friction. You curled your fingers in his belt loops and pulled him down on you.

Mark sat up, pulling you up along with him. He adored your beauty for a moment before tugging his sweater up and off of you. A grunt escaped his lips at the sight of your body, lace lingerie still hugging it. He stuttered out a curse before he kissed you again, tugging your skirt down your legs, which you kicked off.

“Leave the lingerie on,” he ordered, a hungry look in his eyes. He slid his finger underneath the strap along your thigh and snapped it, making you wince. “I can’t let all your efforts go to waste after you dressed up for me, doll.”

“Please, Mark,” you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I want you to stuff your cock in me.”

Mark went to take off his pants in less than a second. You watched him strip down, his bulge not doing much to hide the fact that he was huge. You realized that that cockiness of his is completely warranted. You helped him tug his boxers down, a soft gasp escaping your lips when his cock sprung out, slapping against belly.

Mark gazed into your eyes as he slid his hand up your thigh, making his way to the apex of your legs. He tugged your panties to the side, delighted at how it clung to you. He’d truly be a happy man if he could have you underneath him every day for the rest of his life. Mark slid two fingers against your slit, smirking at how wet you were already.

“Is this for me?” he cooed as your hips bucked up into his touch.

You nodded, eager to just have him in you. You were all for foreplay, but your walls were throbbing with how much pent-up sexual frustration you were experiencing. There were so many opportunities after tonight, but right now, you needed Mark.

Mark suspended himself over you, propping himself up with an arm. He hooked his fingers under the elastic of your panties and teased your slit with the head of his cock. A whimper escaped your lips.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

You pressed a kiss to the column of his neck. “Of course.”

Mark’s Adam’s apple bobbed; he was nervous. He was about to fuck the girl of his dreams, so how could he possibly be calm? But when you gave him that dazzling smile of yours, his heart thundered in his chest. He needed you.

He slowly entered you, eyes fixed on your face with rapt attention, indulging in the expressions you were making. For someone so sly and teasing, you had become pliant under his grasp, like a handful of clay that Mark could mould into his own liking.

“Mark,” you whined in an almost depraved way.

“Fuck,” he groaned once he was fully inside of you, your walls pulsating around him.

He started at a languid pace so he could adjust to you. To his satisfaction, you were vocal during sex; you moaned, whimpered, and gasped out Mark’s name whenever he thrusted into you. You were also so damn tight that the slightest movement made you tighten around Mark’s cock.

He held your thighs with a bruising grip as you pressed your breasts up against his chest. Your head went fuzzy as Mark pounded into that one spot mercilessly. But god, the way he growled out your name under his breath as your hips slapped against each other each time was sending you over the edge.

Your nails dug into his back, leaving trails of white-hot pain that compelled Mark into thrusting harder into you. He grinned, a little unhinged, and sped up at the encouragement of your moans. The way he looked at you when he thrusted, though, was so fragile; he found you so heartbreakingly gorgeous, and it didn’t help that he was falling deeper and deeper in love with you.

“Mark!” you cried as you were reaching your high.

He could get lost in the way his name tumbled from your lips. He slowed down his thrusts in exchange for deeper ones that brought you closer to your climax. Mark kissed you again, slower and more passionate. It was somewhat out of place given the magnitude of what you two were doing, but it confirmed for you that he didn’t just want you for sex.

You squealed out his name again, the pressure blinding you. You clenched around him as you came undone, shooting stars flashing behind your eyelids. Mark fucked you through your orgasm without any semblance of mercy. You crooned out a few broken moans, eyes half-lidded as you held onto Mark, your release dripping down his cock.

“Look at me,” he ordered, dark eyes clouding over. He could hardly keep his release at bay, but when you looked up at him with those innocent, doe-like eyes, it became impossible. “God, are you even real? You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

Mark gritted his teeth, a strangled groan leaving his throat as he pulled out and released over you. His cum spilled over your thighs, staining the lingerie you had worn just for him. Mark was completely out of breath so he collapsed next to you, rolling over so he could hold you in his arms. You happily complied, cuddling up to his warmth.

“Please don’t let that be a one-time thing,” Mark murmured in your ear, brushing aside strands of your hair.

“Maybe if you let me be your girlfriend,” you said with a smile, making Mark go wide-eyed.

“Really?” He couldn’t conceal the happiness behind his words.

“On one condition, though,” you said, closing your eyes as that feeling of his cum between your thighs. You reached for his pants that he had strewn aside beside you and reached into the pocket, pulling out the condom that Johnny had given him. “Use this next time.”

“Shit,” Mark mumbled.

You giggled at his reaction, but Mark only smiled brighter, embracing you tightly in his arms. He pressed a kiss against your forehead, cheek, and then your lips. He was a pure romantic when it came down to it, especially when it came to you.

“I also have a condition,” he said.

“Yeah?” you mused. “What is it?”

“Dress up for me next time.”