#the-wrought

[nanodose]

Astral-Stepping

The Wrought is a dangerous place. It is currently impossible as a Corporeal to cross to the other realm physically, so most Magi explore this wretched place by Astral-Stepping. Experienced Magi have the ability to project their Spirit onto the Wrought while still in life. We do this from a secure place, like one of the many Magi Sanctuaries or the mysterious Leylines scattered throughout the universe.

These are safe places where one can enter and exit the Realm of Thought as it guards the gateway back to one's body. Every time one enters this space, they leave behind a trail that leads back to one's exposed body. This trail can lead malicious creatures known as Wrought Entities to infiltrate this body and take over, leaving one as a Spirit indefinitely and exposed in the Wrought.

The importance of these safezones can not be understated. It is the duty of us enforcers to maintain and protect these places for our work as Magi to continue unhindered. To learn about the Wrought and protect the denizens of the Corporeal Realm against its dangers.

-Magi Enforcer Ferman

[anthropologist-on-the-loose]

I'm as grateful for cellphones as the next person, but sometimes I think about how everyone having a phone on them at all times really did cause us to loose some things as a society. I mean - for example, kids these days will never experience their car breaking down and needing to find the nearest place with a phone they can use. They're never going to have the opportunity to tentatively approach a house only to discover that it's full of queer people having a party hosted by a transvestite to celebrate his creation of a sex homunculus, stay the night, and loose their virginity while unintentionally partaking in cannibalism. It's tragic, that kind of gay sexual awakening just doesn't happen these days because of cellphones.

[baddywronglegs]

[boltlightning]

do allow me, will you? ➢ THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965)

[lotussgrl]

[geopsych]

Woodland stream, 14th October 2020.

[agentc0rn]

"That is indeed the earth's observer, the keeper of order. Since days bygone, it has kept the whole region under its surveillance, monitoring everywhere through the cells by which serve as its eyes. Zygarde is its name."

The creature observed you steadily.

I know there's still a year ahead and many more yet to be revealed, but let me dream. I enjoy filling in the unknown with my imagination. Ju st imagine...if AZ helps us or at least accompanies us in some parts of the journey 👀 I initially wanted to depict Zygarde hostile but I made it look a bit more neutral here.

[fragmentedink-archived]

YALL. Holly Black has a list of resources she's used for writing her books on the fair folk. I'm OBSESSED. I love her work and world building. it's so true to the heart of faeries

[sgt-tombstone]

I’m so tempted to write a shifter fic where Ghost is a big cat (I’m thinking black panther or something similar) shifter… but he doesn’t know it

He thinks that he’s not a shifter at all because he only shifts in his sleep and even when he’s startled awake, he shifts back in a split second, before his brain can even register not being human

It makes him a fantastic sniper, because he has better vision than a human, even if he doesn’t realize it. It gives him excellent hearing, but he doesn’t know that it’s better than everyone else’s (at least, not to a suspicious degree). His eyes flash in the dark, but he’s never seen it because he avoids mirrors like the plague. He thinks that his fast reflexes are just army trained instead of innate. He has a strong prey drive, but he reasons that it’s just his job as a CT operative; they hunt for a living. He genuinely does not know that he’s a shifter, and the rest of the 141 refuse to tell him (Price because having a big cat prowling around base would be worse than Ghost already is… Soap and Gaz because they have a three-year-long bet to see how long it’ll take him to figure it out)

Soap is some sort of dog shifter (because I’m basic like that) and Ghost makes fun of him all the time, both for being a shifter and for being a stereotype of his animal self. Gaz always dies laughing and Ghost can tell that Soap is holding back laughter too, but he can never figure out why…

[future-dregs]

[hrokkall]

VIOLENCE /// SECOND

LIGHT UP THE NIGHT

[nanodose]

Immortal Concepts

The purest manifestations of abstract ideas are known as the Immortal Concepts. They embody concepts we understand and experience in our Corporeal Realm. For every feeling and every idea you have ever had, you can be sure there is a Concept whose attention you have attracted by interacting with them.

Concepts are empowered every time Corporeals act out emotions and ideas that embody them (a grieving person, for example, would empower the Concepts of sadness, misery, and pain). Other methods of empowerment include a Concept adopting a Champion (a Corporeal blessed with an incredibly small fraction of the power of a Concept), an Avatar (a Corporeal who shares a body with a Concept in a symbiotic relationship that allows more power to be shared between them), or direct worship of a Concept, though the last one is rarer.

Concepts have limited reach into the Corporeal Realm. Most Corporeals can not reach into the Wrought to witness these beings, and if they did, the most powerful Concepts would grab their attention first. Even then, a Corporeal might mistake a Concept as a deity of their own understanding instead of grasping the true nature of Concepts.

Major Concepts embody several ideas that are often associated with them. Minor Concepts only embody one idea. However, certain ideas can be more powerful than others. For example, while the Concepts of life and death each only embody one idea, the sheer amount of emotion tied to both makes them incredibly more powerful. A couple of notable Concepts are:

Fortuna. Concept of fate, good fortune, and victory.

Abryss. Concept of greed, obsession, and control.

Reality. The Great Mother, Concept of existence, creation, and love.

Void. The First One, Concept of nothingness and destruction.

Concepts often influence the Corporeal Realm for several reasons, chief among them being the eternal bid for power over the Wrought, that conflict is a story for another time.

-Magi Scribe Rippen

[yourironlung]

mind if i cough in your ear all night? / mind if i resent you for a year tonight?

[the-northern-continent]

Solas is absolutely not an old boomer, because he’s something infinitely funnier: an old zoomer.

Literally his core personality trait is being the world’s most unsalvageable iPad kid. This boy spent not one second of his childhood without access to the internet. This is an ancient, millennia-old elf who grew up on spiderman elsa.

[littlefeltsparrow]

Schrödinger’s Feyre: Where Feyre is simultaneously a cunning and badass girlboss with a mind of steel and a fragile little lamb who doesn’t know any better. When they’re proud, she’s a skilled strategist and competent High Lady, but when it comes to facing the consequences of her actions and the implications of her power, suddenly she’s a little baby waddling through fairy land.

[zeravmeta]

really does hit the moment that both the bloodthirsty king of vampires and the warmonger nachzehrer king are utterly baffled by the sorrow they feel the moment theresa dies

because that's really the only reason why the sarkaz, why theresis, are declaring this endless war on the world starting with victoria: it's pride, it's suffering, it's anger, it's revenge.

it was cruel of theresa to ask them to forgive and forget, yes. the suffering of the sarkaz is not something that could have been fixed within a single lifetime, the wounds ran too deep. no matter how much they wish they could have believed in theresa, the suffering of the sarkaz would not just vanish no matter how much she did. the core issue between the sarkaz and the rest of terra lies in their ancient grudge, the thousands of years of entrenched bitterness and loss that the sarkaz suffered and still suffer to this day. they have no home, not even kazdel, because the only thing kazdel really is at this point is the reminder that they once did have a home, have dignity as the teekaz rather than just "the sarkaz, the devils".

but even then, theresa was simply born ahead of her time. they were not ready for her future, and they all know this. babel was a dream that theresa tried her damnedest to accomplish, but they were too bitter to accept it. no matter how much they wanted to believe in it, the royal sarkaz court, scareye, the countless sarkaz we see through Babel, none of them could ever see true unity.

it's a unity that neither theresis nor pre-amnesia doctor could conceive.

theresis and doctor have their own roles to play, and their own promises to keep: the sword of kazdel that will revitalize their past glory and strike down all who oppose them, the last survivor of an alien race dedicated to completing the ancient project of a world long past to ensure its future, they are unable to accept another way.

"I can't accept your beautiful and fleeting dream, theresa. not after all the sacrifce."

they were not strong enough to believe in her. no matter how much they loved her, how much they wish they could have seen her dream come true, they simply couldn't.

it was always going to end on that bloodstained floor. they were always going to sleep, and dream that things could have been different. that one could have let go of their past, be it the long held suffering and revenge or the guilt of duty as the last survivor.

we will always be equal. i will always hold your beautiful dream in my heart.

you have to keep going, even if I am not here anymore. you're free now.