#tughness

[antephotos]

Tugh, Azerbaijan

[lets-jam]

wishy stupid OCD rules n fears didn't impede me from having sex w/ someone in my own bed

[saexy]

when shows are so good makes me wanna rip my heart out.

[juniper-bee-plz-sacrifice-me]

I hope I dream of you tonight.

[ruthimages]

[marksbear2]

OK! Nightwing ftm getting banged by male reader who’s a low level henchmen working for Joker/Harley? The henchmen in Arkham Knight low key hot ngl-

Reader’s hands are handcuffed and Nightwing is riding his dick inside his pussy.

Both are clothed (Nightwing just has his costume ripped around the pussy & asshole part and reader has the joker face makeup thing the other henchmen has in Arkham Knight, boots, jacket, and jeans on, just that his dick is out through the zipper hole) (Also fingerless gloves but whatever I’m thinking too much on the clothes-)

When reader says that he’s gonna cum, Nightwing stops riding and asks where Joker is, with the dick still inside him. Reader doesn’t wanna reveal but the cockwarming is too good that he starts thrusting his upwards without thinking. Nightwing’s caught of guard and leans forward, both faces close to each other. Eventually he starts riding for a bit, but reader, with gritted teeth, just cums a gallon inside Nightwing’s pussy.

Without thinking, they proceed to make out for a bit. They both comes to their senses and just stare at each other awkwardly (dick still in) and reader just straight up tells him where Joker is heading. Nightwing smiles & thanks him, slowly gets up (with some cum pouring out), uncuffs him and leaves Batman style, with reader lying on the ground processing what just happened before tughing his dick in and leaving the alleyway

FTM DICK ‘NIGHTWING’ GRAYSON X MALE READER

⚠️No pronouns for the reader, could be read as GN, riding, Dick has a pussy btw, cum leaking, creampie, handcuffs, public sex, alleyway Sex, sub top Duck and etc. ⚠️

“Now, that I finally caught you. You’re gonna tell me where’s the joker heading.”

You let out a sharp gasped and held back a groan as your hands were behind your back handcuffed to the pole of the alleyway. You honestly didn’t even know how you ended up in this situation. Just maybe forty minutes you were on the run with other henchmen, and now your cuffed to a pole in the alleyway and out of all people in the Gotham to catch you it was Nightwing.

He was straddling over your cock holding the middle of it carefully as he lower his pussy down on you.

You could see the abs and his muscles through his suit especially what you really had your eyes focused on was his pussy. His other hand was behind him holding your thigh, steadying himself as he lowered himself down onto your cock.

He let out a sharp gasp with a bit of a chuckle as he finally got the tip all the tip inside. He let go of your cock and used his now free hand to touch himself, he rubbed his clit as he moved down on your cock.

Once he was halfway way he went back up, he continued it more just letting himself adjust before going down on your cock all the letting out a moan as he gripped your thigh. He bit his lip as he looked down at you. Nightwing pulled both of his hands away letting them rest and hold onto your shoulders as he rose his hips up before gently letting it down letting your cock slide even more deep inside of him.

Soon enough he began to bounce on your cock letting your sick reach further inside of you. The hero’s hand traveled from your shoulders to your neck massaging it softly as he rode your cock.

His bare ass slapping against your pants. You breathed heavily under your breath as you feel himself riding your cock occasionally getting off your cock just to let the your cock throb before going back to riding you. His hands traveled around your shoulders and back occasionally tugging the back of your hair. He felt so good, he’s cunt was tight around you but also just loose enough so he could fuck himself down on your cock.

He also had a smirk on his face. He knew he had you under his mercy. His right hand traveled to your face cupping your cheek and forcing you to look up at him. Then suddenly you had a feeling in your stomach tighten. Was it the way he looked at you? The way he looked at you like you were pathetic. Or was it just because his pussy felt so amazing around your cock.

“I’m gonna cum!” You blurted out in a groan, you tilted your head back a bit as you felt your legs tensed as your chest rose up and down quicker.

Abruptly stopping he rested down on you, still keeping your full cock inside of him. “Where’s the joker huh?” Nightwing said looking down at you, your head was still resting against the wall as your eyes were glued shut. You couldn’t even focus on his question. Just continuing breathing heavy you subconsciously began to slowly raise your hips into his cunt, starting off with slow rhythms until you couldn’t hold yourself back and began to thrust inside of him rapidly.

Nightwing was startled by the sudden movement and leaned toward into you to steady himself. Nightwing rose his hips and moved it back down meeting your thrust in the middle.

You two were face to face. He smirked hearing our gaps and grunts under your breath. But as well his mouth was opening letting out moans, both of you guys open mouths were inches away and once it seemed like you two were gonna kiss you cum.

You close your mouth gritting your teeth together as you let out a muffled groan and moan. Your wrist tongued against the cuffs as Nightwing surprisingly silent as he was bitting his lip letting you cum fill him. You two faces were still inches apart just nudging against one another as you poured your seed inside of him. Still cumming you and Nightwing makes eye contact and for a quick second he glanced at your lips before capturing your mouth in a kiss.

The kiss began to get even more heated both of you two’s tongues exploring one another’s mouth and dancing against one another. Both of you two moaned and whimpered in each other’s mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Nightwing felt the cum inside of him leak down onto your own cock. You two are staring at each other silently before you broke it.

“He’s heading over to old Gotham to continue his new big project.” You said in a mumble, once you told him he softly pat your check and smirked.

“Thanks.” He said before reaching behind you, undoing your handcuffs before pulling himself up and off your cock and taking a few steps back. He admired himself for a moment. Your cum was leaking out of him since it most of it is overflowing inside of his pussy. He gave you one more glance over his shoulder and walked off into the dark streets of Gotham.

You sat there, cock still semi hard but also milky with your own cum on it.

After finally gathering your thoughts you stood up and tucked your cock back inside your pants. Your mind was racing in a good way.

You slowly walked out the alley still amazed and in shock. But the more you thought about what just happened the more the tent in your pants grew.

THE END

[fairyrcts]

dreams, fairytails, fantasies , n.d.

by fairyrcts contents - intended lowercase , 3rd person , use of y/n , unprotected sex (not recommended) , cursing , praising , semi-public sex , male masturbation , virginity loss (not mentioned) , mommy kink , overstimulation, breeding

(an - ik y'all said you wanted chris fic first but i was too eager to write the nate one)

y/n walked up and down the rows of seats as she tidied up after the hockey game.

her father was the coach, so she always stayed later after the games to pick up anything left behind and help her dad with whatever he needed.

she'd bent down to pick up a foam glove that was left. her light blue mini skirt rode up her thighs as she reached down.

nathan, who was taking off his gear in the bench area, had thought everyone including y/n had left.

he'd always see her with her dad during the pre-game pep talks, sometimes she'd sit and watch them at practice, or just cleaning up after everything had been finished.

although the only thing he knew about the girl was her name and father's name, he had the biggest crush on her.

he'd glance over at her in her skirts and lacy tops or tight, soft colored dressed that made him want a taste of every curve on her body. her innocence and naivety made him want him for himself even more.

unknown to him, y/n had a slight thing for him too.

when he'd take off his helmet and his hair would stick to his forehead as he panted. or when he'd take his jersey off after playing and he'd be left in his white tanktop, his mucles shining due to the sweat.

she'd direct her gaze towards him every time she'd watch the team play or practice. seeing him get sweaty and angered out on the ice had to be one of the most attractive things ever.

nathan stood up with his skates and pads in his hands. he walked out of the closed in area and into where the seats were. he glanced around for a sec before his eye's landed on y/n.

she was bent over, picking up things from the floor. her skirt was way up and her pink lacy panties caught his attention.

he was in a state of shock for a moment as he stared at the unaware girl in front of him.

he walked closer, deciding to speak to her.

"hey, y/n. i didn't know you were still here. your dad here still?" nathan spoke in breathy tone, causing y/n to whip around.

"hm? oh, yeah. no, he left a little bit ago but there was still stuff to be cleaned up. you did really good by the way. my dad says you're pretty talented." she gave him a toothy smile as she talked to the brunette.

nathan's grin became wider as those words came out her mouth. "thank you, really."

"yeah, anytime. well, i'll be here for a bit longer, so if you need anything just let me know." she was a very generous person.

generous enough to help with the ache in his pants? no, no, he shouldn't be thinking that stuff.

"will do. nice seeing you." he reciprocated her smile and made his way toward the locker room.

nate immediately yanked his clothes off, tughing his pants off as quick as possible.

he sat on the bench in the locker room as he pulled his boxers down to his ankles. his tip leaked pre-cum, it dripping down his length.

he balled his hand into a fist and began stroking himself. he was so sensitive just his own touch caused him to moan out loudly.

he let a line of drool leave his mouth and onto his dick. "mm, fff-uck, y/n. i- holy shit, keep goin'."

he imagined y/n's mouth on his cock, her throat stuffed and her lips puffy from his length.

y/n finished cleaning the bleachers and made her way towards the garbage can that sat beside the entry to the mens locker room.

she threw away all the trach she'd collected and was getting-ready to leave til' she heard her name being called.

"mm, y/n. jjust like that, yes ma'am."

she tightened her thighs together to keep her mind away from the wetness in between them.

she cracked the door open slightly, nate's head turning the second he heard the creak of the hinges.

"i- i'm sorry, i didn't know you were in here. sorry." her words were rushed as she shut her eyes abruptly.

nathan panicked to get his boxers back on. "no, shit. no, uh, youre good."

"uh, were you calling me?" she asked, her voice unintentionally innocent as she opened her eyes slightly. her eyes went wide at the sight of his dick, fully visible from his boxers, a small wet stain were his tip sat.

"uh, nope. wasn"t callin' ya. must've been like, uh. i dunno." nate's eyes looked everywhere but her as if trying to take away the attention.

y/n let out a soft giggle at the sight of him awkwardly trying to end the damn conversation. "i mean, it's alright. you're not very quiet. do you, uh.. need some help?"

her tone sent aches through his body, his cock pulsing through his underwear. "i-i, i'm sorry? say what now?!"

she chuckled once more at his stuttering voice. "c'mon, just sit back. let me show you."

nate thought he was living one of his own fantasties as he wobbled back onto the bench beneath him.

y/n undid the bow in the back of her shirt and pulled down the skirt she wore with it. she was left in her bra and panties, which she took off slow and seductively.

she now stood naked in front of the brunette boy. nathan's eyes just stared at her as he was frozen and stiff. if you squint, you could see his dick get even harder under his boxers by the second.

she scooted closer to him. "wanna take it off for me?" her voice was low as she played with the waistband of his underwear.

"i-yup." his obedience was so attractive. she knew he'd listen well.

he quickly yanked them off before sitting back on the warm bench.

y/n straddled him, his dick not in her cunt quite just yet. she began sucking on his neck to get him just a bit more excited before finally letting her hips move down onto his soaked cock.

the sound of her dripping pussy and his absolutely messy cock made nate's mind fuzzy.

he let out a loud, guttural moan at the new feeling. "holy fuck, mommy- fuck! i-"

he couldn't even form a coherent sentence just one pump in.

"just relax. i've got you." her words were hushed as she whispered into his ear.

she slowly moved her body up and down his length, going all the way off and back on him each time.

the feeling of her tight cunt on his absolutely aching dick was already too much for him.

"mo-mmy, no, please keep goin'."

y/n couldn't say no to her handsome boy. happily, she obligiged, bouncing herself up and down on his dick.

after only a few minutes, nate was so close. "fffuck, i c-can't no more. pleasepleaseplease."

"nuh uh, you can keep going, be a good boy for mommy , hmm?"

her voice sent him over the edge. he just couldn't anymore. he needed to release and make a mess inside of her.

"pleaseee, i need to. i-i've been good!"

he had behaved and listened fine the whole time. she debated wether or not to let him or have more of her own fun.

she ultimately chose to let him for his benefit. she'd enjoyed teasing the boy enough.

"mhm, go ahead." and almost instantly, he came all inside her. the moan he let out was louder than before as he let his juices release in the girl's pussy.

"goody boy." she whispered softly in his ear before she stood up, nate wincing lightly.

"b-but, i didn't get to make you feel good."

"some other time, baby."

[daily-klingon]

My manager at work loves that I’m trying to learn klingon, and has said that if I know how to do closing announcements in klingon he would let me do it. How would I say the store is closing in x minutes or that the store is closed?

qaSDI' X tup ngevwI'vam SoQmoHlu' This store closes in X minutes qaSDI' wa' rep ngevwI'vam SoQmoHlu' This store closes in one hour qaSDI' rep bID ngevwI'vam SoQmoHlu' This store closes in half an hour qaSDI' wa'maH tup ngevwI'vam SoQmoHlu' This store closes in ten minutes tugh ngevwI'vam SoQmoHlu' This store is closing soon DaH ngevwI'vam SoQchoHlu' This store is closing now DaH ngevwI'vam SoQlu' This store is now closed SuratlhtaHchugh yotwI'pu' bomoj if you remain, you will all be intruders DaH ngevwI'vo' yImej Leave the store! Now!

[telvess]

I-i wh-tugh ughmmm

<live cam>

Yes, let's do shiny stuff at night, my lord Apollo!

Mina, thank you so much~! It's beautiful, I love your edits 👀 I couldn't wait to see what you were making. You spoil me rotten, sistaa ♡

[rjalker]

Tugh came limping forward. His cloak hung askew upon his thick shoulders, one of which was much higher than the other, with the massive head set low between.

do I even need to bother to tell you he's the villain

[elvesandlanterns]

Reacting to the DC- Verse

DC-Verse Theater

A Theater appeared in front of more than a dozen heroes. They were seemingly teleported in the middle of the day, none of their phones worked past the camera and the bats were slowly starting to tear the building apart. All of the doors were locked and none of them could open them, even with kryptonian strength.

The most concerning part was that they were all dressed as civilians.

Everyone in the room; Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, GL Hal, Green Arrow, Flash Barry, Aquaman, Dick, Jason, Tim, Stephanie, Cassandra, Damian, Duke, Barbra, Wally, Roy, Jon, Konner and Bart.

“Well we might as well raid the concession stand,” Wally could hear the other heroes eyes roll and can’t find it in him to care. Impulse beats him to the popcorn maker and screams as he opens the cabinet.

“Bart!” There on the floor hair tangled on the edge of door of the cabinet splayed out was a girl. She wasn’t breathing. “What the fuck what the absolute fuck.” Wally had seen plenty of horrible things in his job both of them but this entire situation unsettled him completely. “Barry I think you need to see this.”

The heroes knew better to crowed a body and allowed Barry and Batman to pass freely… they still stared tho. She looked short, half of her body still stuffed into the drawer making it hard to tell. Barry reached out and flipped her over. He need to check if maybe just maybe she was breathing. Flash stopped at his colleges intake of breath. Face up everyone could see a stained patch of her black hair was white.

Jason cussed up a storm.

Before Barry could begin touch her, the body arched up and gasped loudly.

“Holy shit back up man.”

Oh she was a live. That some how left the group with more questions.

She contorted, pulling her body out of the space. She looked …normal. Short, black hair, black eyes, tawny skin scarred. She stood up and stretched.

Clark blanched, “She’s breathing.” They got a few looks, “She definitely wasn’t breathing before.”

Jason couldn’t take it, “What are you?”

She stopped mid stretch, and shrugged, “I’m a chimera.” Her grin was all teeth.

“Well then let’s get this over with.”

“Get what over with, do you perhaps know why we are here miss -?” Journalist powers go!

“Well to watch the multiverse of course! Or at least that what I assume my boss wants me to do, can’t really think of another reason you lot would be here.”

“The multiverse? What’s that…” Clark asked.

The girl stopped and stared at him, “Tugh, you can all drop the act. I know who all of you are.”

“I don’t know-“

She pointed them out, “Superman, Batman, Green Lantern, yadda yadda yadda. Come on the faster we do this the faster you get sent home.”

The heroes started spewing outrage.

Diana spoke directly to her first tho, “Who are you? What is your bosses plan?”

The raven haired girl walked up to a seat and sat down, “Like I said I’m Chimera, and my boss probably wants me to show you guys the multiverse so you guys can I dunno learn a lesson or become stronger or some bull crap like that.”

Diana nodded, “And you have that ability? The ability to just see these things?”

“ I’d be a pretty bad Watcher if I didn’t!”

“Watcher?”

“Yup it’s like my title and rank, the infinite cosmos to watch and no one to share it with. “

Diana was growing concerned sure the girl knew things she shouldn’t but-

“So no worries about me spilling any secret identities, I’m entirely constrained to this dimension.” Her voice got softer annoyed, “Trust me I’ve tried.”

Diana really didn’t like the way that sounded.

“Oh and don’t worry about your world catching on fire without you it’s on pause till you get back.” The girl said flipping the screen on her phone, that presumably worked.

The heroes all looked around at each other, were they really doing this?

Roy was done, “As intriguing as this all is what if I don’t want to? Time being paused or not I have a baby at home to feed.”

She kept on scrolling, “Funny you say that as if we have a choice.”

“We?” Diana shared a look with Clark, she really wasn’t liking how this all sounded. Did they need to save this girl?

“Yup,” she made a popping sound on the ‘p’, “We, what part of this being my job do you not understand ?”

Diana didn’t have a response ready for that.

Jon floated over to the girl and sat down in the seat next to her, ignoring his dads whispers (and Damian’s yells) not to approach.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking at our options.”

-

Note: Feel free to send me anything you’d like them to react to!!!

[k3bookwormalert]

Aruden’s song but for Aiden

Ok, so I have found a new song to add to the ever growing list of Aruden songs but like this song would be smth Aiden would sing, I think. It’s one of my favourites and it’s not angst but it kind of captures his feelings perfectly.

Locha-E-Ulfat, from 2 States

Since I’m vela, I’m just putting the lyrics with their translation here:

eklauta mera dil tha, bhola bhala simple tha

tughse mein takraya, sarfira ho gaya

I had one heart, it was innocent and simple; I met you and it went crazy

mughe pyaar laga jo, tughe laga bhaichara

armaan to jaage, mein magar so gaya

What I thought to be love, you thought to be friendship; my desires rose but I fell asleep

banke musibat, peeche padi hai

ye comedy hai, ya tragedy hai

Like a nuisance, she’s after me; is this a comedy or a tragedy?

na hona tha, kyu ho gaya

locha-e-ulfat ho gaya

It wasn’t meant to happen, why did it happen?; the problem of love happened

— ——

I’m too lazy to write the rest of the song so listen to/watch it here:

I also have another idea- we can make a Aruden playlist on Spotify a joint one of all the Aruden songs

[marchsstuff]

Sakhi where are you???

Yahin hoon mai

Yahin hoon mai

Kahin na gya tughe chood kai mai🎶

[justanotherstory]

Baazigar: The End !!

Before starting up with this blog, let me give you guys a quick recap of the previous blog.

So the last blog was about how  brutally lost in a declamation competition. If you haven't read it already, then please go through it once for some context of this blog.

Okay so, if you're born in India and have grown up watching Bollywood movies, then there's a 95%chance that you wish to be a popular Bollywood actor atleast once and I guess it's pretty evident from my blogs that I am a huge admirer of Bollywood and Hindi cinema. I do have that wish to become an actor and working in a movie with my favourite actor as my co-star and want my favourite singer to sing the movie's title track, but these are all mere wishes that aren't gonna happen irl .

Since I was in 5th grade or something , every year there was this ‘‘roleplay’’ activity and I was so fond of writing about my own stories and characters that I always ended up directing the play with the role of the story's narrator. Yeah, I never got to act in my own play (except this one time when I wrote a story on robots and no one in my group wanted to be a robot).

Anyways back to the story, last  academic session there was an English skit competition for both 9th and 10th graders, but apparently, 10th graders weren't auditioned because of their 'upcoming exams' . But no one really cared about 10th graders working at the backend, so when I got to know about the play, I wanted to be a part of it somehow, so about a week before the competition, my 'wish' got fulfilled and I was assigned the task of preparing the ppt for our skit.  I prepared a short ppt based on all the briefs I had (which was almost nothing ).

I remember there was a day off before the competition. (Let the competition be on Monday and the story continues from Saturday), I went to help the props team and then went on with the skit members to see the timings and everything associated with running the new ppt (the ppt I made didn't look that appealing to the teacher but fun fact that she ended up using my original ppt for the competition).

There I saw one of my juniors talking to the teacher so I went there and I got to know that one of the main leads of our play had quit the show at the very last moment!! So she(my junior) was there to give the audition. She spoke some lines from our play, which was an adaptation of the very famous play by Shakespeare, “The Tragedy of Julius Caesar ”, but the teacher didn't quite like her audition and asked her to do it one more time, so I tried to help her by demonstrating her how to say those lines and dunno why my teacher suddenly went like , “Haan, aap accha bool rhe ho, Anushka why don't you only do it!?” and I was like blank for a second and then she went on again but I tried to refuse coz of the stage phobia after the declamation and the other reason was that my parents won't allow me for any others activity now coz “ BoArD eXaMsS” then other play members, my senior and another teacher went on convincing me and I couldn't refuse them all so I agreed but I didn't know that I have to stay back in school till 4pm for practice!!!!

When my teacher told me this, the only thing in my head was “Gayii aaj toh..." Coz who will convince my dad now!! I went to this teacher who is pretty close to me and we don't share that formal teacher -student relationship and told her my story she knew my parents too and when I asked her to inform my parents coz I didn't have the guts to do so..even she was like “Yeh mere baski nahi bhaiya(my dad) tughe bhi daatenge aur mughe bhi!”(haan, mere papa ke gusse se school wale bhi darte hai!!) But someone had to inform so she ringed my parents and was lucky enough, as my mom picked the phone instead of my dad.

I prepared for the competition somehow and initially I was given only 3-4 lines, coz that's how much you can trust a newbie at the last moment, but then during the stay back there was a student whose role was given to me and he was given the role of the main lead, who left the play as he knew more about the storyline and all. He almost cried on stage and asked the teacher to exchange the roles again coz he wasn't sure about that new role and was more comfortable doing his previous role, so she looked at me and was like, “Anushka batao ab , aap krloge iska role? ” at that moment I felt like everyone's staring itno my soul and if I refuse at this point then they'll kill me and the title would become “The Tragedy of Anushka Garg ” so I agreed again .

I was  doing the role of Mark Antony now and if you know the play, then you might know that there's this huge monologue kinda dialogue that Mark Antony speaks after the death of his idol, Julius Caesar.

Once again, I was in a situation where I was not prepared at the last moment. The thought of the Declamation incident haunted me and I repeatedly practiced my monologue. Even on the day of the competition, I would ask all the members of my team to hear my monologue separately and look at my expressions and everything. I even arranged for some fake tears , fake blood to make the scene more realistic.

The competition day was very chaotic. We were the first ones to go on the stage and as soon as we started, we got to know that no one did the technical check at the auditorium, so all the audio attached to the ppt as background sound, which was the main attraction of our didn't  play and even the ppt got stuck multiple times , my roman headband got tangled up with the mic wire and I was literally pushed onto stage and couldn't even untangle or get the fake blood ready I started up my dialogue and then the play ended . All of us, as soon as we got off the stage, knew the results. The results were announced and out of the four teams, we came last (as expected) and we had even hoped for the first or second position tbh the only rank we hoped for was the third rank, i.e. we wished to come second last!

But that day, I didn't feel that bad after losing because we already knew that we weren't the best and I was happy that no one got stuck with their dialogues, and we completed the play although it was not as we expected due to the technical issues, but each one of us gave their best performance and no one could even really control the technical aspects.

That day taught me that one must win from one's own self and must not really bother about what others think about us, as they don't know what they have been going through.

Summing up my competition experiences through a poster :-

Hope you enjoyed reading this blog. This was 'Just Another Story'.

This is me,

Signing Off!!! <<33

[walkfromhome]

“The other thing that many people don‘t understand about that process and mostly because I simply don‘t talk about it very much is that calling it a voice tends to place it exclusively in that kind of realm, that it was an audio experience. I only call it the Voice because I don‘t have any other name to call it, that‘s how I met it, it was a voice. I know that there are many names for such a thing, but I assume that if the Voice had a name it wanted me to call it, it would have given it to me and it didn‘t. But the fact was that what it was that I was dealing with, the “Voice,” is not the same as the kind of experience I went through, which was very different. It was physical, mutative, it was painful, it was audio, visual, and it was more than that. It was being plugged in, in a way, to what one isn‘t necessarily designed to be plugged into. So, I guess that is how much time, 8 days, was necessary at that speed with that complexity of input to put inside of me all the information that was necessary.” – Ra Uru Hu, Rave Cosmology 1, the Bhan Tugh, lesson 1: the beginning before the start

(Source)

The Bhan Tugh Plates

Before there was light, there was something else: the juxtaposition of the Bhan and Tugh. At the heart of this very special eleven week course are the Bhan Tugh Plates, created by Ra Uru Hu in 1994 to tell the story he was told on the first day of his encounter in 1987. They contain the keys to how the cosmos was conceived and then structured along a line of geometry that began approximately 15 billion years ago and continues unbroken to include you today.

The simplicity of these illustrated manuscript plates allows us to learn and share stages of juxtaposition and biverse conception, enriched by dark matter research and the dialogue between quantum mechanics and relativity. Other topics covered: the prime crystals and monopole, the origins of the neutrino stream, core fractal geometry, the birth of stars and consciousness. Dog, Camel and Center, the 88 Alphas, the mechanics of incarnation, specific planetary roles and triggers for mutation in our time, and also the dance of Phoenician cosmology with the Human Design revelation. This is the cornerstone offering of the Rave Cosmology Certification Program.

Lavishly complemented with easy-to-reference images (Quick Time) of forces like dark matter and star birth. And, of course, continuing the Rave Cosmology story telling tradition begun by Ra Uru Hu.

(Source)

“The body doesn’t care about you. Your vehicle doesn’t care about you. Your brain doesn’t care about you, that you think you think you are. It doesn’t. It’s living out a very, very deep, programmed, mechanical process that has a beginning, a middle and an end. You just happen to be a by-product of all of that, nothing more, nothing less. Left on the outside, not even allowed to enter the body, can you imagine.

Think about it. This illusion we have about soul, think about it. There you are in the womb just this perfect mechanical flesh bag; it’s perfect, this bio-mechanism, no Personality crystal, just the Design, just the Monopole. They build these machines, they run them, they drive them, and they kill them.

Then you have that moment, that moment where the Personality is going to be called in. But it’s not called in; it’s yanked into the orbit of the vehicle. That’s all.

It’s my joke when people ask me why I wear hats. It’s to keep my Personality crystal warm. It doesn’t even get to be in the body. Then you think that who you think you are runs your show. It’s hilarious. It’s sad; actually, it’s tragic comedy. It really is. There is the Personality stuck on the outside, don’t even let it in. And it’s the form that offers you those little aspects that you call Personality activations. It’s the form that creates that potential. It’s the form principle that sets the moment for bringing you in that is going to set the moment of your birth. It’s all fixed. It’s all a game. And the Personality sits on the outside. And it thinks that it is dying, and it’s not. It was never part of it anyway.

That’s the thing to really grasp. The Personality really has nothing to do with the life; nothing at all. It’s just a seduction to be pulled into the illusion; it’s just an illusion. It’s just the limitation of the primitiveness of the brainpan that we have, that this is the way that it functions. The illusion that we have that this is our vehicle, that this is our life. But in death the joke is revealed. In death the Design doesn’t even turn around and say good-bye to the Personality. It shows it its rear and the door, and that’s it, it doesn’t care.”

-Ra Uru Hu, RAVE COSMOLOGY: SEMESTER 3, Dying, Death and the Bardo Stages, LESSON TEN, Buddha’s Dream or How the Wheel Stops Turning

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In ‘the Nature of the Stars’ we get to explore many stars that are seemingly far away but are located on the Elliptic of our Solar System. However interesting and rewarding it is to look at the position of the planets in our Rave Bodygraph, we usually only look at the imprinting of our Design and at the daily Transits. And while also understanding both the Sun and Jupiter are our greatest influences of Neutrinos, the Neutrinos come from all the stars, in all the galaxies.

And these far-away Neutrino streams also have influence on our lives, maybe even on our imprinting. And we can look at that. We can track the position of them through the ages and see what their influence is and has been. However remote they sometimes are, many light-years away, their consistency, the slow progression of their location relative to us, has given us this constant stream of influence and unfiltered consciousness.

To explore the background frequencies of the program, of that which is localized to our Solar System as the Cross of Planning and the upcoming Cross of the Sleeping Phoenix, but then also what is happening way beyond it and thus beyond our daily contemplations and comprehension. Especially also for someone like me as I’ve lived in cities most of my life, to realize how disconnected I am, but most of us (western) humans are from the star field and their influences, but also from their beauty and their stories, the impressions the Chinese, the Persians, Babylonians, Arabs, the Mayans and the Egyptians had of these stellar objects.

The mystical, the magical and the Cosmological perceptions of them for us as humans throughout the millennia. When our physical development of speech started and we got to give names to the things we saw. How also the color of the starlight itself gave the impression of being associated with this, or with that. With war or fortune, which to rely on for navigation, or which ones divide the heavens up in 4 parts. How some have remarkably similar stories for different peoples and cultures in different times, and some other interpretations can be vastly different in how they were perceived. And through which grew this long, long oral tradition of passing the information over to our children’s children.

And to get to see, at least in theory, how you personally and individually, are connected with those far away stars. Which Star is in range of your Link Node, the Design North Node of your Human Design Rave Bodygraph. And which descriptions, what influence they might hold for you. And then also to see to what extent, if you also have one of the planets fixing it in your chart as well, as we zoom into the details and specifics. And thus get to explore the gradient of possible influence for you.

But then also zoom out, to the generations that came before you and will come after you, to find your stellar family, those people who are born about 18.6 years before and after your Design date, and again before and after them. And perhaps, to investigate and experiment, to explore the possible influence of yours and their North Node Link star in you and them.

And lastly, to get to see, how each little bit of information of Human Design, the micro and/or the macro helps you, helps us, to help ourselves. That we learn to make our own decisions. Whether we won the lottery or are in a war zone, or at the closing of an era as the program shifts from Planning to the Sleeping Phoenix with everything that this holds for us. That we know, how to make our own decisions, and not need to be or feel like a victim, but instead become the full expression of us ourselves, regardless of outer circumstances. And live the life that is correct for us at peace, satisfied, successful and surprised as the 9-centered beings we already are.

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I'll look after you

Vanney Fic

(In this fic,Vance is 19, Finney's 18 and Gwens 13)

One windy night,at the Blake house,their father,Terrance Blake,was really pissed,probably because of all the alcohol he was drinking that night.And little Gwen was walking down the halls so she can show him a drawing she has made for him.Until,she saw his pissed face and decided to not bother him.But it was too late,he saw her.

"the fuck do you want?!"

Mr.Blake yelled as he put his hand in the air,holding a belt.

"I'm sorry daddy.."

Little Gwen replied as she backed away.

"get your ass in here."

That sentence killed Gwen,since she knew what awaits her.

"YOU FUCKING STUPID,STUPID SHIT!"

He yelled loudly as he hit the belt on the table.

Tears flew down Gwenny's face as she was trembling in fear.

"THE FUCK YOU CRYING FOR HUH?!THE FUCK YOU CRYING FOR YOU STUPID SHIT?!!"

He screamed as he got closer and closer to Gwen,with a goal to hit her with the belt.

"Gwen!"

Finn yelled as he ran into the room.

"FIIINNN!"

Gwen whined and cried as Finn holds her in his arms.

"Dad please don't hurt her!She didn't do anything!"

Finn stated as he held Gwen's head as she sobbed.

"oh.There he is.The fucking f@ggot."

Mr.Blake said as he laughed.

"When did i deserve to get a fucking cry-baby and a fucking fairy as my kids?"

Finney held back tears,not wanting to break down for Gwen.

"you know what?It's not Gwen's fault."

The kids got relieved,but only for a second.

He then runs up to Finn and hits him hard with a belt in the face.

"FINNEY!"

Finney falls to the ground,blood coming out of his mouth.

"fuck.."

Finney said quietly.

Mr.Blake started hitting him harder and harder,until Finney passed out.

Meanwhile,Vance Hopper was passing by the Blake house.

"DAD PLEASE STOP!!"

He heard Gwen's screams.

With the door being unlocked,he couldn't resist but get in.

He knocks out the door and runs in.

"Gwen!Are you-"

Before Vance could even finish his sentence,he sees passed out Finney on the floor,blood dripping down his mouth,and a really big scar on his hand.He then looked at Mr.Blake,holding a belt.

"FINNEY!"

He yelled as he runs to finn as he hugs his passed out body.He carefully placed Finney on the carpet so he isn't on the bare floor.

Mr.Blake yelled in anger and took his whiskey bottle,with a goal to hit Gwen in the face.

"GWEN!"

Vance yelled as he pulls her away and gets his face hit with a piece of glass.This inraged Vance.Not only did this man abuse his children,but one of his children happened to be someone he loved to death.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

Vance yelled as he jumped on Mr.Blake and started beating him up.

Gwen just stood in the corner and watched.

Vance was punching him relentlessly.

When Mr.Blake passed out,he got off him and then ran to Gwen.

"Gwen!Are you okay?!"

Vance asked as he hugged her.

"I'm scared..!"

"I know you are."

He turns around.

"FINNEY!"

He held Finney gently in his arms.

"I-Ill get the first aid!"

Gwenny said as she ran to her room.

She gets back with first aid.

They patch Finney up.

"tugh.."

Finney made a noise,alerting that he's in pain.

"Gwen.you two have suitcases,right?"

"yeah,why?"

"get you and your brothers things,I'll help you later,you're not living here anymore."

Vance said.

"but.."

"This is better than me killing him."

Vance stated as he held Finn tighter.

"okay."

Gwen accepted as she went to pack their bags.

Finney gently rested his head on Vance's chest and Vance is holding him.

"o-ow.."

Finney squealed as tears came out of his eyes.

"shh..it's okay."

Finney was in that bad of a state that he didnt even know what was going on.

He places Finney gently on his bed and locked the door,just in case Mr.Blake wakes up and fucks it all up.

He then went to help Gwen pack their things.

He sees little Gwen,packing her things,sniffling.

"oh Gwenny.."

He sighed as he hugged her.

She breaks down crying,hugging him back.

"I'm sorry!"

Gwen said.

"it's none of your fault,sunshine.Dont worry"

Vance said as he tried comforting poor little Gwen.

They then started packing their things.

"where are we gonna go?"

Gwen asked.

"at my apartment of course."

"I didn't know you live alone"

"well,i have a little sister i take care of,Soo.."

Vance replied.

"really?"

"mhm."

"I think you and her will be best friends."

Vance stated,trying to distract Gwen from what just happened.

She responded to that by smiling.

"How old is she?"

Gwenny asked.

"She's your age."

"how far do live from here?"

She asked again.

"well it's a solid 15 minute drive."

He said.

"oh okay!"

"there."

Vance said as they packed all the things.

Then Vance notices a stuffed bunny in Gwen's bed.

"oh Gwenny,don't forget your stuffed bunny"

"oh I always carry him everywhere.Finn made it for me"

Gwenny said as she picked the bunny up.

"Finney knows how to sew?"

"yeah,he's really good at it."

Gwen then remembered something.

"wait..is Finney okay?"

Gwen asked,with a worried look on her face.

"he's gonna be just fine,don't worry.Just hold on,i gotta check something."

He gets up and goes to the living room,seeing Mr.Blake still lying down.

He checks for his pulse,nothing.

"this is what you get,you sick son of a bitch."

He whispered as he got up and left to see Gwen.

"is he dead?"

Gwen asks.

"pfft of course not."

Vance lied,with a good intention.

They get all their suitcases in the van,now it was time to get Finney.

He goes to Finn's bedroom,seeing him sitting on his bed,trying to process what happened.

"VANCE!"

Finn yelled as he tried walking to Vance but failing to walk without holding onto something.

He holds Finn in his arms.

"sh..Gwen is safe.Just come on."

Vance said.

They get their jackets on.

When they had to tie their shoes,Finn's hands hurt too much to do anything,but Finn refused to accept it.

"here,let me help you."

Vance tied Finn's shoes.

"what?You gonna carry me next?"

Finn tried joking,but then looked up,seeing his boyfriend's expression.Vance was in tears.

"I-It was so painful to watch you be passed out.I couldn't save you on time."

Vance said as he started crying.

Finney places Vances head on his shoulder.

"Vance..it's okay..I promise you.."

They get in the van.

"Gwen!"

"Finney!!"

They hug each other tightly.

"are you okay?!did he hit you?"

"no,I'm okay!Did he hurt you?"

"it doesn't matter.Its okay."

On the drive,Finney held Gwen in his arms as she slept.

"thank you so much,Vance."

"please don't thank me for dumb shit like this.You deserve to feel safe wherever you are."

Vance said.

"You know that I love you,right?"

Finn asks.

"Yeah.I love you too."

Vance smiled at him and Finn smiles back.

"can you two be gay just a little more quieter??"

Gwen said as she woke up.

"Gwen!!"

Finn said,being kinda mad about it.

Vance just laughed about it.

Maybe this is where their life starts.

This is one of the longer fics I've wrote.