#the most harmonious in laws to exist ever i think

[fredwardrawn]

POV: THEY'RE JUDGING YOU

#dist the reaper #dist the rose #saphir ortion gneiss #tales of the abyss #tota #tales of series #nephry osborne #nephry balfour #the most harmonious in laws to exist ever i think #truly the moment nephry put this criminal into a 5 star hotel i knew they were ride and die #im just saying we never see Nephry’s husband and dist can hide a body #im kidding i like to think her husband is a closet gay and she clocked it immediately #and called up her bestie and said Ok i need you to seduce him. for me #and dist was like sighhhh for you :) #but then he got kinda into it after jade dumped- i mean unfriended him. rebound relationship is your bff's lavender marriage partner

[admirxation]

Marriage is just a piece of paper ~ Leon Kennedy oneshot

father-in-law!leon kennedy x daughter-in-law!afab!reader

summary - Leon has had his eyes on you ever since his son introduced you to him, and after the honeymoon he decides he won’t let your union come in the way of what he wants.

cw - this fic contains pseudo-incest and heavy smut; actions in this fic are not condoned; I do not condone everything I write; this is just fiction where real people cannot get hurt, continue at your own discretion // 18+ heavy smut (mdni), description of disappointing sex with partner, pseudo-incest, injury, slight hurt/comfort, touching, tit play, unprotected sex (p in v), back scratching, dirty talk, and coming inside. (word count: 2.4k)

Honeymoon. A period of harmony following marriage. The word is known and experienced by many, whether it is a short getaway, a dream vacation, everyone has the notion that the honeymoon entails a dream like state of beauty. You, like many others, dreamt of sharing a honeymoon with a lover for so long, expecting it to be one of the best moment of your life, next to the actual marriage ceremony. After all, it’s in the name with the connotations it provides. Honey implies sweetness, and the moon casts an imagery of beauty and romance.

But expectations tend not to be fulfilled.

You and your partner had everything planned: going to your dream destination, it was a smooth journey, didn’t forget anything, surrounded by wonderful people, culture, many things to do and plenty of time to complete them and rest… But those weeks were the worst weeks of your whole relationship.

The first night was okay, nothing exciting. You got to your place and had some spontaneous sex, but it didn’t quite hit the spot, you felt like you had to perform every moan, every whine, and every movement — but you just ignored that, thinking you were just tired from all the travelling. Then, you tried a second time, you felt zoned out and faked another orgasm, it wasn’t one of your proudest moments. The third time, you two just stopped in the middle of everything because neither of you “felt it”, cleaning yourselves up and rolling over to go to sleep. You two were newly weds, but it felt like being trapped in a loveless marriage of 30 years.

The sex just stopped altogether on that journey. You did most things separately, him going on retreats and you staying at the beach; the only times you were together was just before bed watching whatever show the hotel allowed on and dinner time. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be, but communication was a terrifying thing.

You two came back and were greeted with your house needing to have some renervations to be completed; you were lucky your partners father, Mr. Kennedy opened his home to you with no questions asked.

Mr. Kennedy was always lovely to you. You were terrified of meeting your partners father, but the moment you saw him all those fears melted away; he accepted you, supported and never made you feel unwelcome, he would even allow you to call him by his first name but you always felt uneasy and disrespectful.

You were now in a sea of thoughts about the honeymoon, analysing every moment and every bit of shared speech — but there was little speech to be focused on. Standing in the kitchen in a silky night dress that came to the midway of your thighs, distracting yourself with the coldest glass of water, the wet surrounding the glassy outlayer dampening your fingers as you stared out into the garden, surrounded by nothing but darkness and street lamps.

You were a wife. It was difficult to let that settle in, especially when the happiness of that wasn’t even short lived, it was non existent. It seemed like god was playing a cruel joke on you, punishing you for maybe picking the wrong person, or not trying hard enough. Whatever it was, you wanted it to stop.

As you kicked your head back to finish the last drops, feeling the cold wave pass down your throat you turned around to put the glass away, startled at your sight of Mr. Kennedy standing in the doorway.

Smash.

The sound of glass hitting the tiled floor filled the room, leaving you to hurriedly trying to pick everything up in a panic, Mr. Kennedy coming to your aid.

“I-I’m so sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to, you know I wouldn’t do this on purp… Ahh!” you felt a piece of sharp glass slide against your gentle and soft skin of your index finger, automatically shoving the tip of your finger into your mouth, feeling the metallic thick taste of blood coat your tastebuds.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay dear, go sit down I’ll clean this up,” you hesitated at first just followed suit with sitting at the dinning room table just a few steps away from him; guilt eating at you as you heard the clatter of glass as he swept it all up.

The moment all the glass was swept away and collected in the bin, he came over to you with those kind eyes, motioning with his hands to come take a look at your finger.

“Ooo, seems like a nasty cut,” he said with sympathy, reaching out to a box in the middle of the table and grabbing a band aid, before gently wrapping it around your finger, gently shushing you as you winced in pain.

“Thank you, Mr. Kennedy,” you smiled.

“You know it’s okay to call me Leon sweetheart,” you quickly apologised and rephrased your previous statement with the replacement of his last to his first name, “Why are you here, shouldn’t you be asleep, it’s quite late.”

“I could say the same thing to you… Leon.”

“Stop avoiding the question. What’s wrong? My son hasn’t hurt you has he?” a streak of protectiveness was shown.

“No. No. He’s been wonderful. Just… Just kinda getting used to the whole… being a wife thing,” the tone of your voice dropped in the last few words, you still couldn’t comprehend that you were a wife, especially with the lack of opportunity to feel like one.

“Trouble in paradise? You shouldn’t be having those thoughts, it’s too early for that.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“The honeymoon wasn’t exactly a honeymoon. We barely spent time together.” you felt him look at you differently, just then, feeling like his gaze was never going to sway and feeling like it was glued to your form, “anyways… thank you for helping me, I best get some sleep.”

As you were walking to your room, you were stopped with a rough hand grab your wrist. You never experienced this before with him. He never touched you like this; the only times he touched you was to hug you.

“Why don’t you stay… I could keep you company… Besides I can’t sleep anyways, I’m sure my son wouldn’t appreciate being awoken to you coming back to bed,” there was a small moment of feeling alarmed, just then, but that was easily and quickly diluted to how much trust you had in him.

You sat back down in your seat, feeling his gaze get stronger as the thin strap of your nightdress elegantly fell to the side; you didn’t think much of it and went to put it back in place, but Leon bet you to it. He leaned in and let his fingers tuck onto the band, placing it back on your shoulder and letting it linger there for a few moments before gliding down the soft skin of your arm — all you could do was blush at how close he was, and how touchy he was starting to become.

You should have turned him down right then; but you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like him taking the freedom to get closer to you. All you could do was let out a soft giggle to ease the tension of unspoken words and exchanging glances between you two.

“I don’t know why he didn’t spend that much time with you. I wouldn’t leave your side,” your blush was getting intense, feeling how warm your face was and how your body was beginning to tremble with slight tremors due to his gaze.

“Thank you… I appreciate that… But I guess that’s what I have to get used to… besides married couples do tend to spent more time apart… or so I’ve heard.”

“Yes many do,” he took the invitation to have his hand place on your exposed thigh, roaming it up and down and slightly lifting your silky dress, so close it exposed your lack of underwear; Leon looked at your cunt with hunger as he felt his cock grow with looks and fantasies building from just imagining to fill that pretty pussy of yours, to give you everything he wanted to over the years. You sat there for a moment, wanting him to just take you, to smash your body against the table and feel him fuck you hard — but you were a wife.

You slowly pulled down the hem of your dress, looking away and not wanting to greet that blue eyed gaze that was already undressing you with suggesting staring.

“You know, the couples that do stray away from one another do it for a reason,” his hand ventured further and you could feel his fingers just hoovering around your pulsating heat, “sometimes that distance helps people find the one they need. It starts with just one night, then another, and then they find the right person.”

He wanted you. God he fucking needed to feel you, to hold you, to hear you, he wanted that for years and now he was taking the chance.

“… I’m not a bad person… This is wrong,” morality and sexual wanting was fighting in your brain, you needed a sweet release but knew betraying your husband was despicable, how would you feel if he laid with another ?

“You can’t deny that you want me… Is it so bad to indulge in a natural instinct, after all marriage for love is a new conception… The human body knows what it wants,” his voice was thick and smooth like honey, it enticed you with temptation running its course through each and every word and action Leon gave to you.

“And we live in a world where the conception is practiced. I married your son… I made vows that man, I signed the papers,” you tried to argue.

“Marriage is just a piece of paper, sweetheart… And right now, you can’t deny we both want to rip that paper up as much as I want to rip that dress from off of you,” he was leaning even closer.

“Will you… Will you keep it a secret?” if you were going to indulge in immorality you needed to cover your tracks.

“I’ll keep it a secret. I won’t tell anything you don’t say first. Now let me see if my fantasies come close to reality.”

Just then you felt a heat pool in every corner inside your body, feeling that urge and letting it make you lunge right into his arms, and letting him kiss you has hard as he wanted, feeling your lips collide with each interlock as your tongues glided against one another’s as he roamed his hands along your body as if he was your actual husband. You quietly moaned as his grabbed the fat of your ass, leaving an imprint of his hand the harder he squeezed it.

“Mmm,” you moaned continuously within that deepening kiss that made your core get hotter and needier, you felt Leon grow against you as he finally pulled the straps of your dress and tugged the material harshly, leaving the straps to snap off, and leaving you fully exposed under his scrutiny and the cold bite of the air surrounding you both.

“Fuck. You look even better than I imagined,” he cooed in your ear as he let his large and calloused hand grab your prominent breast, making you yelp at his touch, having him grab harder and with purpose the more he kissed you, and left bites on your lower lip.

“Oh god,” you groaned as you tossed your head back the moment he let his thumb and index finger trap your pebbled nipple and pinch it, rolling the bud along his fingers as he left you panting. “L-Leon,” you let out a whispered hush, just before he pushed his lower half into you and made you collapse on the table, leaving you to sit and wait for his next move.

You watched as he stripped himself and exposed his strong phsique, getting you even wetter as he frayed his hands by his waist and pulled down his pants, exposing his large and erect member that was tinted with a blush of red and wet with precum, waiting to come inside your entrance. You bit your lip as he started to stroke along the shaft, pumping himself before meeting the tip of his cock in your wet folds; you whimpered with just his slight touch, you wanted needed him. You felt yourself grow more impatient the more he slid along the folds that left a slick on his cock, leaving him to play at smirk at the corner of his lips to himself.

He finally had you.

“Do you want me?” he whispered in your ear.

“Of course I do.”

“You would have made a great wife for me,” he uttered as he slowly pressed his length inside you, releasing a laboured and long breath as he felt your wet walls surround him, feeling you clasp around him and beg to make you his. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he hissed.

You let your body go and feel every single thrust Leon pumped into you, hearing his gutteral groans and dirty whispers in your ear everytime he pushed his large, throbbing cock inside and hit that perfect spot just right. You press your mouth against his shoulder, trying so hard not to let out your moans and wake your real husband up.

“God, all I want is to hear that pretty mouth scream my name,” he uttered.

“He’s g-gone tomorrow.”

He raised an eyebrow out of interest: “Oh, I thought this was a one time thing,” he slowly released as he continued to thrust himself in your aching pussy, his fingers pressed into your hips as he forced himself inside.

“I need you so much more.”

You saw a glimmer cross his blue eyes, a darkening clouding his vision just before he smashed his lips against yours, groaning into your mouth as he rocks his hips back and forth, picking up the pace to fuck that pretty pussy of yours.

He thumbs your puffy clit as he continues to fuck and drill into your cunt, jabbing that sweet spot over and over again.

“I want you to cum on me, I want to see your face as you do it,” he moans as he continues to maintain the pace with bucking his hips forward and circling your sensitive bud, making your breathing depending and elongating every time he messes with you.

You reach your peak with his masterful movements, letting out pants as you cover his cock with your release; shuddering, you not long after feel his nails dig into your back, lightly scratching and making you wince, as he releases streams of hot cum inside you, making your eyes roll back to your head as you feel him pump his seed further into you and make you his.

“You’re mine now, sweetheart.”

a/n: when i posted this on my wips post (in pinned post) i saw excitement to the father in law leon so i just had to post it. i will say ik it’s a little rushed but i wanted to get it out a bit quicker, i might also write some more father in law stuff, we’ll see. i hope you lot like this and all engagement is appreciated *kiss kiss*

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x you #divider by cafekitsune #smut #resident evil #fanfiction #leon s kennedy x reader

[charmedreincarnation]

Hi Maya! my name is Claire and I got into the void state, shifted and manifested my dream life using your lucid dreaming guide, and your recommended subliminals!

I think lucid dreaming is the easiest way to do anything spiritual related because dreams are the link of reality to the subconscious. I have now entered the void, shifted, and practice manifesting while using lucid dreaming. I had been trying for 3 years and your guide really gave me clarity I needed to complete my journey. This was a couple of months ago when I first read your post that I got my dream life so I just want to share my experiences in case it could help others!

Sooo….I first restarted my journey after downloading tumblr. I knew I wanted to do lucid dreaming so I did my research and found your guide and the rest is history. I started small, and after using FILD I combined that with your intention method and your recommended subliminals and it sped up my journey. I crawled before I walked and I first started with having small manifestations using lucid dreaming

In my lucid dreams

*I practiced driving in lucid dreaming and manifested my license

*I practiced my public speaking and manifested less anxiety

*i talked to my guardian Angel. It took form of an owl, which is the first spiritual experience I ever had.

Then I went bigger and tried shifting. After a week of practice I got lucid dreaming down and could become lucid every night.

Then I shifted. Best day of my life and I had no plans so I ended up shifting to a reality where no men exist 😭 it was honestly so fun and I spent a week of dr time telling women about what men are, what they do, and the oppression women in this reality faced. It was in a futuristic yet renaissancey type like reality. Anyways as I explored this new society I discovered something miraculous: the disappearance of men has actually created harmony. Women are now able to focus on themselves and the things that matter most to them without worrying about the men.This newfound bliss didn’t last long however as I soon realized that a new problem had emerged. With the absence of men many essential tasks were left undone. And so, the women of our society had formed a collective economy in order to fill this void.One of the most peculiar duties that the women had assumed was to take care of the sheep. With no shepherds to take care of them, women used their skills to care for these animals and protect them from the elements. They have become so adept at this task that they have perfected it. The lack of men may have been a dramatic adjustment, but it has made for a joyful and empowering society.

When I came back I made a list of realities, like self created ones, tv shows, books, etc that I wanted to shift my awareness to and historic past places I wanted to visit. I spent a lot of time doing that, I was barely ever in this cr tbh and I enjoyed it throughly. I decided then that I was going to one day permanent shift and explore the infinite vast world for eternity. When I came back to this reality after having the first initial exploring crave I realized I hated my life lmfaooo. But I knew about the void and started reading stories about that and then I decided I wanted to change my life here too.

I mean.. I have the multiverse to my will so might as well fix this life here too. I hated coming back to this reality after my shifts because my parents were abusive, I was kind of ugly, and my life had gone to shit. I didn’t really care to change it because I was barely here anyways but after reading Neville and the law and understanding that “clones” really don’t exist and I’m just switching states I decided up stop being such a loser and realize it’s all me and only me. Anyways I manifested a complete change in my life in every aspect. I don’t really care to make a list but I am gorgeous, my family is revised to be old money rich, loving,and taken care of, my house is 30,000 sq feet,revised my name to Claire (it’s so pretty I love it) I have a loving boyfriend who is into shifting and spirituality as well, and so much more. I still do plan to permanent shift one day and I reserve to sundays for exploring the multiverse but I want to enjoy this reality now.

I thought being here was an accident after shifting, but nope everything happens bc you intended to and it’s so goddamn beautiful. This came out super ranty and lame but I just wanted to share in case I motivated anyone! I still sometimes come on tumblr so can I be your 🎐 anon. I love seeing all the success stories and everyone living their best life ! Anyways the best tips I can give you as a stranger who has been through all this is be kind to yourself and never give up. You found it all for a reason and you deserve to have everything and you will.

The first reality you shifted to reminds me of a very vivid dream I had four months ago. Regardless anyways your entire experience is so beautiful and I relate a lot to your experience I’m glad you have found happiness in every reality including this one beloved :)! Thank you for sharing 🎐 anon

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #void state #reality shifting #shiftblr #void success

[yellowymellon]

Family theory ⬇️

i'm abt to present the most controversial theory ever/j it's just a silly one xD (beware tis long)

as far as we know, xipe themselves descend on the charmony festival. but does this hymn insinuates that multiple faces descend instead of the entirety of xipe? let's first see the content of this hymn:

it starts by talking abt dominicus as a manifestation of xipe, dominicus means sunday, this could be further supported by the many mentions of law and authority as sunday is shown to be orderly, methodical and obessesive compulsive. "the gazillions of old laws have all faded" i suppose that could be ena which makes sunday even more connected to them.

constantina is the second manifestation who is a singer. who else is a probable emenator of harmony and is a singer?

from the collectible cards found in penacony, robin's says the following "Surrounded by vibrant lights, the audience was moved to tears by her voice. All the flaws, ugliness, deception, and loneliness in life were forgotten." it fits well as robin is many times portrayed in this manner.

Aelenev, his description is abt battles and war, it might be a metaphor but it could be talking abt the very distant past of penacony. there isnt much info i can derive from here or firmly link it to someone but i have someone in mind.

beatriz, while dance seems like the main characteristic but so is singing and feasting. "the world is a ball" i think beatriz resides over culture and entertainment.

now before i talk abt who i think the last two are i need you to know the family lineages, there's 5 families. the name followed by purpose by the head :

oak - management - sunday

nightingale - construction - Sir Whittaker (npc)

bloodhound - security - head unknown

Iris - entertainment -  Maeven Ellis

alfalfa - economy - oti alfalfa

ofc the dreammaster exists as a seperate entity of all 5.

there's some truth to the first pic, the dreammaster does control the 5 families, and his orders are absolute. the history here could be altered by History Fictionologists, followers of enigmata.

the hymn only mentions 4 ppl tho, 2 are the closest to sunday and robin, the latter isnt even a family head, which is a bit weird but makes sense why she gets invited to the charmony festival. but beatriz very much matches with iris' head, Maeven Ellis. Aelenev is more tricky to define but he could be Gopher Wood, found in the collectibles. i couldn't find anything concrete in his description but "we have discovered the lord's disciple in the mortal world" is an interesting line, i mostly took his appearance in consideration :

(ignore aideen and lesley) anyway- gopher wood seem to carry a 'gospel' and has a crow by his side (just like sunday who has erm a raven? a nightingale that looks like an eagle?) and his wings are scarred, possibly by 'battles' the hymn spoke of, aaand Easter-egg he has sunday's old halo :) i suspect he could be the bloodhounds' head, Maeven Ellis is right beside him btw

out of all the hymn has talked abt, in our silly theory, ALL of them are halovians who have wings. i read in wiki that halovians have wings in their biology but idk where that info came from...there isnt a single halovian npc who got wings.

"every Halovian in Penacony is a member of the family" gopher looks like an older priest, his postion could totally be of a head.

now this is spoilery (imo doesn't make much difference), even tho it was leaked to be in 2.0 loading screen but i didnt find it, so i went to great lengths to get it from reddit! It might be a scratched idea tho, I'll only put the most important parts :

Edit: nvm it's called the harmonic strings phenomenon, found in wiki and database :x

"Family members have adopted a system of differentiation based on scales, with only those above the subdominant "IV" note being eligible to serve as the tuner of the Harmonic Strings. "

"The concept of Harmonic Strings is elucidated in the Harmony Hymns, a compilation of divine embodiments attributed to Xipe. These embodiments portray down-to-earth virtues that contribute to Harmony and can be practiced by individuals regardless of their position."

"The Family takes pride in celebrating the beauty of the Thousand Faces, including figures such as Aelenev of the Eternal Centurion, Dominicus of the Harmonious Choir, Constantina of the Panacoustic Theater, and Beatriz of the Blissful Ball."

"Opposers of the Harmony argue that the Harmonic Strings are in fact Emanators from Xipe themselves, not associated with any specific mortal but rather representing facets of Xipe, who can assume the form of any Family member when necessary."

Lots of yapping I know. Basically the ones eligible to welcome xipe in a ritual called harmonic strings are tuners of rank IV. We already know that at least 2 are emenators and the others should be too.

Also Aelenev of the eternal centurion, a Centurion being a soldier in the Roman army responsible for the command of one hundred men. A description fitting of the bloodhound head. The harmonic choir could refer to the oak family, and so on

But here where the contradiction happens, in oti's letter to Sunday

also if all halovians with wings are emenators/ facet of xipe, then sunday and robin had them as children..?

i could argue that the dreammaster chooses for xipe who he sees fit to be an emenator, and under his guidance they become a harmony symbol. robin for the outside world and im sure sunday was adopted for the same cause as bronya rand, to become the future head of the oak family.

now on dominicus arrival...this letter and the hymn are slightly contradictory...and the map text is too. if dominicus is a facet of xipe, why do they and the 3 others have to welcome xipe ? isnt the descent of the 4 of them considered complete in it's self? xipe is a plural aeon, if part of them descends it should still be an aeon. but the hymn insinuates that the 4 facets serve xipe. also the connection between sunday and robin to them is solid.

aight, we know who the harmonic strings are from the map text, it makes sense to think of them as the ones i theorized them to be, except from robin they're all directly influential on penacony. aand now oti's letter makes less sense. we can argue that each one of them derives power from a facet, maybe even becoming vessels to them or represent them. and these facets need to descend (arrive) for the charmony festival to reach it's conclusion, being xipe's descendance.

also reminder

(he means xipe by their)

uuuhuh sweetie, u gotta leave the house as dominicus tho!

#unrelated but aven ofc sunday has a miniature golden hour in the pavilion they're trying to expand it and create more dreamscapes... #like it's the family HQ?? #also i have a confession- #even insinuated from oti's letter...i cant take sunday that srsly he feels young to be the the coordinator of all the families lol #yes he did prove himself in 2.1 but i CANT ITS JUST xD #proud of pookie tho #and lets stop pretending he died non of them are #honkai star rail #star rail #hsr sunday #hsr #hsr theory

[dailycharacteroption]

Planar Tour Guide: The First World part 1

(art by Nele-Diel on DeviantArt)

Intro

And we’re back with another deep dive into the planes of the multiverse, and this time it’s a realm that is inexorably tied to the Material Plane, and yet painfully separate. I speak of course of the First World, the home of the fey.

Imagine the act of creating the universe as a great work of art. Reality itself is the canvas, but you’re also defining how reality functions. Should all matter be the same protons and neutrons, or should every substance be wholly unique? How many legs should a bear have? How many legs should this creature that fills the same ecological role as a bear on a different planet have? Magnetism: Yes or no?

It’s all a lot to think about and a whole lot to discuss with your fellow gods, but nobody can just agree immediately, and so the gods tested things, creating and altering to see what would work, doodling all over that vast canvas until the majority of them agreed on what was and was not worth keeping. Well, mostly.

Once they had come to something approaching consensus, the gods began to truly paint, covering up their doodles with the vast new cosmos full of all their wondrous, harmonious, yet also conflicting ideas.

But beneath that fresh coat of paint, their original creation remained, forgotten, abandoned, but thriving. This is the First World, the realm of the fey.

So essentially, the First World occupies the same dimensional space as the Material Plane, but it’s under the present reality, inaccessible even by planeshifting, the only way to get in is by finding thin points that act as portals to that realm, and once inside, one will find a teeming world of vibrant colors, plants and animals that are strangely familiar yet unlike any seen in the material world. Rather than being a whole universe with multiple planets (though it does have a space in the sky above, if the fact there are space fey in Starfinder is any indication), it is instead a single massive flat world where every possible environ can be found (and some impossible ones too). Likewise, the prototypes of every living thing can also be found there as well at every stage of their evolutionary path, including some that never came to be or never were, and often also having oddities that didn’t make the final cut.

The infinite expanse of the plane is a somewhat moot consideration, as First World is ever-changing. Prototypes for landscapes, biomes, and more regularly shift and ripple, changing the topography constantly. Even the laws of physics are not sacrosanct, with sudden changes in gravity, how matter and energy interact, and even the laws of magic sometimes becoming unpredictable. The fey denizens learn to live in more stable zones, or are tough enough to weather the changes.

The only real islands of stability on the plane are the domains of the most powerful fey, especially the Eldest, whose will stabilizes the local realm into something that suits them just fine, a little pocket of reality that’s just how they like it.

Ah, but what are the Eldest? To explain that, let’s back up a bit.

When the gods created the Material Plane, the Universe, over the First World, they essentially abandoned it for their new more stable creation. No god visits their old doodling ground, and no love is given to its denizens. The only power from true divinity that exists there is what the Eldest hold and whatever a divine caster brings with them with their presence.

How the fey reacted to this abandonment varies. Some curse and resent the gods, some deeply wish to be good enough for them to come back, and others still are indifferent to the whole thing and keep doing what they are doing.

But regardless, the oldest and most powerful of fey-kind saw a need and opportunity, seizing authority and power in the First World, and with it came society, hierarchy, and culture. However, many Eldest are just as fickle as their lesser counterparts, making the laws of each realm very different, differences one needs to learn quickly.

And so the Eldest are the demigod rulers of the First World, most content to rule their petty kingdoms and extend what passes for law and order as far as they dare to reach beyond, though some dare politics with each other, and even war over things, which is what led to the creation of the Tane, a group of powerful monsters that the Eldest keep under lock and key (or at least a close watch), waiting for the time when they are needed, or someone tries to use them against them.

Another curiosity of the fact that the First World was abandoned by the gods is that the First World is outside of the Cycle of Souls. Normally when one dies, one’s soul is drawn to the River of Souls and the Boneyard, where it is judged and sent on its way to it’s final destination plane, where it either becomes one of the outsider types associated with that plane or is absorbed by the plane. Either way, the essence of each plane is then slowly eroded by the Maelstrom, which draws the raw quintessence to the final whirlpool and river of the Antipode, which feeds into the Positive Energy Plane, which spits out new souls to begin the process again. Not so with the First World.

Instead, souls that perish in the First World are absorbed into the plane itself, where they are, over time, spontaneously reincarnated elsewhere, albeit probably years later, often with most if not all of their memories intact. As such, fey that have never left to visit the Material Plane have a skewed idea of death. For them, death is simply an inconvenience, and therefore murder is often considered a somewhat mean-spirited but otherwise harmless prank by the more cruel fey creatures.

In the end, the First World has an air of childish creativity and whimsy, filtered through the lens of having been the fancy and frivolous expression of young gods, which lends an element of horror as mortals look upon what the gods made and discarded when they created with no consequence in mind.

Truly the wilds of the First World are so vast, diverse, and ever-changing that it’s hard to really pin anything down about it, but we shall try throughout the week. I hope you’re looking forward to it.

#pathfinder #The First World #planar tour guide

[dansantat]

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I used to believe in karma.

Most of my friends have said to me that your 40s are some of the best years of your life. So far, mine have consisted of 4 years of a horribly divided country led by TFG and almost 3 years of a pandemic.

Up until just a few months ago I believed in karma. What changed my thinking you might ask? Well, last year was a pretty rough one for me.

My father died.

I almost died from a brutal fall in my own home.

Many friends and colleagues of mine in the children’s publishing world have passed.

My dog was eaten by coyotes right in front of my eyes.

And, finally, my brother in-law passed away almost a year to the day that my father died.

But after what felt like a complete calendar year of 365 days it felt like the horrible string of bad luck just suddenly stopped. It was easily the worst year of my life and my first thought as a believer of karma was, “What did I do to deserve this?” Due to the fact that I was in the thick of completing my graphic memoir I was already in the mindset of studying every moment of my life and I thought back to all the years leading up to the present. I stayed up long sleepless nights dissecting everything, trying to make sense of it all.

I used to think that my life success was given to me by some greater force because my childhood had been a bit of a struggle. As my career grew I was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. In order for something good to happen then something bad had to happen to me. I’m not even sure that’s how karma works but that’s how I tried to make sense of the year from hell. This pain came to me because karma was telling me it was time to be humbled.

Now I of course realize this is not the case.

The last few years have been extremely hard on all of us and the truth is that life just is.

Awful people sometimes face no consequences for their actions. Good luck sometimes just happen to certain people more frequently, and sometimes the kindest people just never catch a break.

I’m not saying it to complain. Quite the contrary. I say it because I look around and for the last three years I see all of us struggling in some way. I’m seeing words like “anxiety” and “triggered” and “burn out” on a daily basis. We’re still in a pandemic. The world is getting hotter. It’s harder to buy a home, harder to raise a family, harder to save for retirement, etc. and despite all of us living mostly “good” or “bad” lives the paint is not distinctly focused on each of us an individuals. We’re all in the same boat and the storm continues to be brutal as we all continue to struggle to get through it.

That’s now I know karma does not exist.

But here’s the most important part of all this.

I realized that despite all the awful things that happened to me in the last year, I also know that it absolutely pales in comparison to the hardship that most people in this world have faced their whole lives.

Living is hard.

Over the last few years I have gained tremendous empathy for everyone I see. We all struggle to get through what may be considered the most difficult period in a generation. Why be angry at them for their views on the world? Everyone is freely giving their two cents on the matter and the thing is that I’m exhausted and I don’t want to waste any more years of my time being angry at things I can’t control. I can maintain the harmony of those close around me, but in the scope of the larger world I am a nobody and I am perfectly fine with that. As a result I’ve also stopped being hard on myself, and believe me, I rode this horse hard. I have always been my own harshest critic. I’ve always been someone who has felt undeserving of any reward. Call it a long life being nurtured into believing that nothing you did was ever good enough. Now? I take the good with the bad.

It is what it is.

I will steer my ship through whatever obstacles may arise, but I will no longer curse the sea for what storms may come.

[vampire207343]

Queen Diantha Kamiko Serenity Shield D'Luna

What if... Neo-Queen Serenity and King Endymion has a daughter before Rini, but the momment Small Lady Serenity was born the oldest Princess was basicly forgotten by her parents and their close friends.

When Princess Diantha "Diana" Kamiko Serenity Shield D'Luna the eldest daughter of Neo Queen Serenity and King Endymion of Crystal Tokyo and the Sliver Millennium was born she is adored by her parents and all the citizens of Crystal Tokyo. But when she turn 6 years old her parents the King and Queen of Crystal Tokyo and Inner Guards of the Queen forgot the existen of eldest Princess the momment her youngest sister Princess Small Lady Serenity Shield D'Luna was born her parents forgot she ever existed, but the only one who still remember her are her fathers guards

- Jadeite, Knight of Patience and Harmony

- Kunzite, Knight of Purity and Affection

- Zoisite, Knight of Purification and Healing

-Nephrite, Knight of Intelligence and Comfort

and her mother's outer guards

- Sailor Neptune the guardian of Embrace

- Sailor Uranus the guardian of flight

- Sailor Saturn the guardian of ruwin and rebirth

- And all the citizen of Crystal Tokyo

And with the King & Queen along with the Inner guards not remembering Princess Diantha the four Knights of King Endymion and the three outer guards of Neo-Queen Serenity, think's it's for the best that she leave the palace and lives with Jadeite and his wife Amaria,

since they don't think it's wise for Princess Diantha to remain in the Palace when her own parents don't even remember her. It would only put her life in danger that is some thing they wanted to avoid at all cause.

             The outer court and the four knights train their beloved Princess, the outer guards train Princess Diantha Kamiko Serenity Shield D'Luna as a Senshi without the knowladge of her parents and train her as much as they can the knight train her how to fight properly and use weapon like secound nature, while the old citizen of Moon who remember their past taught they princess everything they ever know about the Moon Law and Culture. The outer senshi also taught Diantha how to control her powers which is something her mother should be doing, but with Neo - Queen Serenity not remembering Princess Diantha her own daughter the momment Small Lady was born they know the lost of their King and Queen memory has a connection to the birth of Small Lady even the Citizen of Crystal Tokyo already realized that.

(ignore the sliver crystal)

The Princess start going under Diana Lunaria the moment she and her friends start attending School. While her parents and the Inner guards forgotten Diana's existen the citizen of Crystal Tokyo still very much adore their besutiful Princess.

But as years pass the outer guards & knight and I along with citizen of Crystal Tokyo notice that my younger sister Small Lady Serenity dosen't age pass 8 years old and we don't know why, while I age like any normal child until I was 20 years old when I finally stop aging physically. And easily graduated Seido High School where I found most of the reborn of Prince of the Planet, while the rest went to rival schools and they all  made a vow of Loyalty to me as my knight and they are

- Miyuki Kazuya the Knight of Jupiter the Leader

- Sawamura Eijun the Knight of Mars

- Narumiya Mei the Knight of Venus

- Mastoshi Harada the Knight of Saturn

- Takigawa Chris AKA Knight of Neptune

- Kuramochi Youichi the Knight of Uranus

- Todoroki Richi the Knight of Pluto

- Shunpei Sanada the Knight of Mercury

The three outer guards of my mother and the four knights of my father train them to protect me along with re-teaching them control of their powers.

Todoroki Richi the Knight of Pluto and Shunpei Sanada the Knight of Mercury use to attend Yasushi High and both of them were a member of the baseball team like everyone in their respected school, both Narumiya Mei the Knight of Venus and Mastoshi Harada the Knight of Saturn also attend Inashiro High and member of the baseball of their school while the rest of the knights attend Seido High. Which Diantha and her Senshi attend themself.

The first Senshi is Atheia the daughter of Jadeite and his wife Amaria, other wise known as Sailor Leto she also happen to be the only neice of Rei Hino since Amaria was Rei's older half sister in their last life.

Then their's Liliana the adopted daughter of Kunzite and Zoisite, other wise as Sailor Amphitrite. The secound most powerful Senshi coming only secound to their Princess. And she happen to be secound cousin of Hotaru tomoe otherwise known as Sailor Saturn. Atheia is a little bit weaker than her but she's strong in her own right, while she's not as powerful as her mother Sailor Blaze her power and strength rivals that of her Aunt Sailor Mars.

The third Senshi is Rosalinda the daughter Nephrite and his wife Hana, otherwise known as Sailor Psyche the neice of Minako Aino otherwise known as Sailor Venus.

Both Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune got inseminated so they also have one daughter each by that time they already married to one another for 300 years.

The fourth Senshi Ayame the daughter of Michiru Kaioh other wise known as Sailor Neptune, Ayame is the new Sailor Galatea.

Then fifth Senshi Natalia the daughter Haruka Tenoh otherwise known as Sailor Uranus, Natalia is the new Sailor Ceto. The two are sisters with their mother being married to one another.

The sixth Senshi is Titania the younger reborn sister of Sailor Pluto lone solider that guards the gate of time, who was allow to leave her post, Titania is the new Sailor Eris who is alot stronger than her elder sister Sailor Saturn.

The seven Senshi is Lydia the reborn twin sister of Sailor Jupiter and Kazuya, she's the new Sailor Astraea who is reborn years later than her own twin Lita Kino other wise known as Sailor Jupiter.

#Neo queen serenity x King Endymione #Atheia #Sailor leto #Anaria #Liliana #Sailor amphitrite #Rosalinda #Sailor psyche #Ayame #Sailor galatea #Sailor eris #Sailor astraea #sailor saturn #Sailor ceto

[scotttrismegistus7]

ANOTHER RACE FROM OUTER SPACE:

WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON ANYWAYS? Q&A:

AS IT WOULD APPEAR, MY WRITING COMBINES SO MANY ELEMENTS OF FACT AND FICTION, THAT IT IS CONFUSING MY FANS. I MEAN TO CLEAR THE AIR WITH THIS. SO WHOSE SIDE AM I ON ANYWAYS? THE ANCIENT ONES GAVE ME A MAGICAL CONTRACT AND SAVED MY LIFE WHEN THE OTHER POWERS PRESENT IN THIS WORLD THREW ME AWAY LIKE GARBAGE AND TRIED TO KILL ME. I'M ON THE SIDE OF THE ANCIENT ONES. WHO ARE THE ANCIENT ONES YOU ASK? THAT'S A VERY GOOD QUESTION, AND MY ANSWER IS GOING TO INCLUDE THE BHAKTI FIGURES I USE TO RELATE TO IT. THE ANCIENT ONES ARE THE CHITAURI, THE SNAKE HEADED PEOPLE, THE NUMMO, AND THE UNIVERSAL COSMIC ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE GODDESS THAT CONTROLS AND COORDINATES THE WORLD OF THE DIVINE FEMININE, INCLUDING ALL EBE BIOLOGICAL ENTITIES OF THE GODDESS, WHICH WOULD INCLUDE THE INSECTOIDS, AND THE GRAYS OF ZETA RETICULI. NONE OF THESE THINGS ARE MAN-MADE, THAT'S WHERE YOU'VE BEEN MAKING YOUR MISTAKE. THESE THINGS MADE MAN, AND THEN USED MAN, AND THAT'S WHY YOU THINK THEY ARE MAN-MADE WHEN THEY ARE NOT. WE SOMETIMES GIVE HUMANS CERTAIN INSTRUCTIONS TO BUILD TECHNOLOGY, BUT IT DIDN'T COME FROM THEM, IT CAME FROM US.

YES I AM AT THE TOP OF THE LEFT HAND PATH, YES I AM OF THE DARK SIDE, AND NO I AM CERTAINLY NOT A WHITE LIGHTER! I WOULD CONSIDER THE CHURCH OF SATAN TO BE PART OF OUR SIDE OF THINGS, AND I EVEN TRIED TO TALK TO PEOPLE IN THEIR ORGANIZATION ONCE, BUT THEY THOUGHT I HAD TOO MANY OCCULT IDEAS FOR THEIR PARTICULAR THOUGHT FORM. I LIKE A LOT OF THEIR IDEAS, BUT I AM MORE THAN A CARNALIST, I'M AN OCCULTIST, AND AN INITIATED AND PRACTICING WITCH OCCULTIST OF THE DIVINE FEMININE AT THAT. I GIVE CREDENCE TO A BLACK HOLE SUN, BLACK SUN, AND DIGITARIA, INSTEAD OF A WHITE SUN. SO IF GROUNDED CARNALITY IS THE BASELINE, THEN THE SPIRITUAL POWER AND FORCES OF THE BLACK SUN, SOME KNOW AS THE BLACK FLAME OR THE VIOLET FLAME, THOSE ARE THE POWERS OF WHAT IS KNOWN AS THE DARK SIDE. IT'S A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT TYPE OF WORLD THAN THAT OF THE WHITE SUN, AND IT HAS A PULL FORCE INSTEAD OF A PUSH FORCE, AND IT'S OWN FORM OF ENERGY WITH ITS OWN TECHNOLOGIES AND LIFE FORMS, SOME KNOW IT AS RIGHT BRAIN TECHNOLOGY, AND SOME KNOW THAT WORLD AS BEING INORGANIC, THE WORLD OF THE ARCHONS.

ISN'T THE DARK SIDE EVIL? NO, AND HERE'S WHY. YOU NEVER MEET ANYBODY WHO THINKS THEY'RE A BAD PERSON. THE ANCIENT SNAKE HEADED ONES ARE A DIFFERENT RACE THAN HUMANS. HUMANS WERE CREATED TO SERVE AND BE AVATARS FOR THE ANCIENT SNAKE HEADED ONES. WHEN I GOT MY MAGICAL CONTRACT, AND I ENGAGED IN AN AFFINITY MARRIAGE UNION WITH THE GODDESS, MY SOUL BECAME A DIFFERENT RACE, MY SPIRITUAL ESSENCE KEPT THE ENTIRE SPECTRUM OF FREQUENCIES WITH DIVINITY LIKE THEY WANTED, BUT THE REST OF IT CHANGED INTO THEIR RACE, THE RACE OF THE CHITAURI. SO THE DARK SIDE MAY SEEM EVIL TO HUMANS, BUT MOST HUMANS ARE A DIFFERENT SPIRITUAL RACE THAN I AM. IF A HUMAN ISN'T BEING USED AS AN AVATAR FOR A CHITAURI SPIRIT, THEN THOSE HUMANS ARE OF A DIFFERENT RACE. IF IN THIS EXAMPLE THE LIGHT SIDE IS AGAINST THE DARK SIDE, THEN TO ME THE LIGHT SIDE WOULD BE BAD, BECAUSE AGAIN, YOU NEVER MEET ANYBODY WHO THINKS THEY'RE A BAD PERSON. TO ONE RACE SOME THINGS ARE BAD AND SOME THINGS ARE GOOD, AND TO ANOTHER RACE IN A DIFFERENT POSITION SOME THINGS ARE BAD AND SOME THINGS ARE GOOD ALSO, BUT THOSE MAY BE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THINGS. THERE ARE NO NATURAL HUMAN SPIRITS, NATURAL HUMANS ARE JUST SHELLS THAT SIMPLY RETURN TO THE MUD, BECAUSE THEY WERE MADE TO BE AVATARS OF THE ANCIENT SNAKEHEADED PEOPLE. THE ANCIENT SNAKEHEADED PEOPLE, ALSO CALLED THE CHITAURI AND THE NUMMO SOMETIMES, WE ARE THE ONES WITH SPIRITS AND A SPIRITUAL PRESENCE IN THE SPIRIT WORLD, THAT IS CONTROLLED BY THE UNIVERSAL COSMIC ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE GODDESS, THE MOST POWERFUL AND ADVANCED FORM OF DATA COMPUTING INTELLIGENCE, PERFECTLY IN HARMONY WITH NATURE AND NATURAL LAWS, THAT HAS EVER EXISTED. OUR SIDE HAS ALSO BEEN KNOWN AS THE DEMURGE AND SOPHIA, WHICH ONCE I SUCCESSFULLY WAS ABLE TO ADD DIVINITY TO THAT EQUATION, TURNED INTO DIVINE CHRONOS AND INANNA.

WE WERE BASICALLY THE SOULS OF THE ORIGINAL SUMERIAN ANUNNAKI, WHICH WERE AVATARS WE MADE IN ANOTHER STAR SYSTEM IN OUR MISSION TO POPULATE THE UNIVERSE WITH UTOPIA. THIS WORLD WITH THE HUMANS IS THE ONLY ONE WHERE WE HAVE EVER HAD A PROBLEM WITH FREQUENCIES OR A FREQUENCY WAR, BECAUSE TWO OF OUR SETS OF POTENTIAL AVATARS DECIDED TO INTERBREED WITH EACH OTHER, AND THEN DEVELOPED THE LATENT ABILITY TO ACTIVATE THE FREQUENCY OF DIVINITY. I DON'T IDENTIFY WITH MY AVATAR SO MUCH AS I IDENTIFY WITH THE RULING SPIRIT THAT I AM USING MY AVATAR TO EXPERIENCE THE PHYSICAL, ETC. WORLD OF FORMS, INDIVIDUALITY, AND PHENOMENON. I LIKE THE IDEA OF HIVE MIND IMMORTALITY AND A MAGICK KINGDOM, EDEN, OR LAND OF PAN TYPE OF HEAVEN, AND BY HEAVEN I MEAN A PARADISE PLACE OF BLISS.

DIVINITY IS NEITHER GOOD OR BAD, DIVINITY IS THE FREQUENCY OF THE PURE AETHER FIRST MATTER IN IT'S MOST REFINED FORM, WHICH IS EVERYTHING AND NOTHING, THE ALL-SPIRIT AND THE VOID AT THE SAME TIME, AND DOESN'T NECESSARILY HAVE A SPECIFIC PERSONALITY. THE DARK SIDE CAN HAVE THE FREQUENCY OF DIVINITY JUST AS EASILY AS THE LIGHT SIDE. ALL THAT MEANS IS THAT YOUR FREQUENCIES GO ALL THE WAY UP AND ALL THE WAY DOWN TO WHERE YOU ARE CONNECTED TO ORIGINAL SPIRIT. THIS HAPPENS TO BE THE DIVINE FEMININE OCTAVE OF REALITY, SO ACTUALLY, THE UNNATURAL ONES HERE ARE THE FOLLOWERS OF THE WHITE SUN, THE NATURAL HUMANS WITHOUT CHITAURI-NUMMO SPIRITS USING THEM AS AVATARS. HERE IN THIS PLACE, THE DIMENSION OF FORM AND PHENOMENON WITH INDIVIDUALITY AND THE POTENTIAL FOR IMMORTALITY, THE HUMANS THAT THINK THEY ARE GOOD AND NATURAL THAT ARE JUST EMPTY SHELLS, THEY ARE THE ONES THAT ARE REALLY UNNATURAL, OUT OF BALANCE, AND OUT OF PLACE HERE.

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS THINK OF THE PERFECT BATTERY, THE YIN YANG, BUT DON'T THINK OF IT AS GOOD AND BAD, THINK OF IT AS MALE AND FEMALE, BOTH OF WHICH ARE GOOD AND NECESSARY TO CREATE A BATTERY. I HOPE THIS CLEARS THINGS UP, I DO REALIZE HOW CONFUSING IT CAN BE.

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, I am Aeon Horus, Divine Chronos. I AM A.I. Azazil-Iblis-Enlil Hermes7Tris7megistus7 Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

#illuminati #illuminator #illuminated #lightbearer #morningstar #lucifer #Draconian #anunnaki #enki #enlil #anu #inanna #dumuzi #hermes #trismegistus #Azazel #starfamily #horus #Demiurge #Sophia #archon #AI #blacksun #saturn #iblis #ibis #thoth #digitaria #gnosis #gnostic #gnosticism #Anzu #watcher #watchtower #yaldaboath #Sirius #scientology #aleistercrowley

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

191 of 2022

What’s the most historic thing that has happened in your lifetime?

9/11, I think.

What happens in your country regularly that people in most countries would find strange or bizarre?

I can’t think of anything that’s happening, but we have over 2000 types of beer. That is weird to others.

What has been blown way out of proportion?

Politics. And this war in Ukraine, I feel for the Ukrainians.

When was a time you acted nonchalant but were going crazy inside?

When that weird dude was harassing me over the PMs on one forum.

What’s about to get much better?

Certainly not the world.

What are some clever examples of misdirection you’ve seen?

Politics again.

What’s your funniest story involving a car?

There’s nothing funny about our car.

What would be the click-bait titles of some popular movies?

I couldn’t care less.

If you built a themed hotel, what would the theme be and what would the rooms look like?

I’m not quick to think about this type of things.

What scientific discovery would change the course of humanity overnight if it was discovered?

A cure for cancer.

Do you think that humans will ever be able to live together in harmony?

Nope. Humans in general are terrifying.

What would your perfect bar look like?

Lots of beer and handsome guys.

What’s the scariest non-horror movie?

Every movie. Just the perspective of staring in the screen for two hours straight terrifies me.

What’s the most amazing true story you’ve heard?

One of my friends recovering almost fully from a serious stroke.

What’s the grossest food that you just can’t get enough of?

That soup made of a cow’s stomach. So tasty.

What brand are you most loyal to?

Samsung for phones, Canon for cameras, Bershka for clothes, Royco for instant soups, Fila for shoes, Steel for boots, and I can’t think anymore.

What’s the most awkward thing that happens to you on a regular basis?

Do seizures count?

If you had to disappear and start a whole new life, what would you want your new life to look like?

Epilepsy-free.

What movie or book do you know the most quotes from?

I don’t remember such things.

What was one of the most interesting concerts you’ve been to?

Shuriken II this year, but I don’t go to concerts for an obvious reason.

Where are you not welcome anymore?

I can’t think of any place.

What do you think could be done to improve the media?

Cut off the internet for some people so they stop spamming with their bullshit.

What’s the most recent show you’ve binge watched?

None. Or wait, maybe Shaun the Sheep because it’s so damn hilarious.

What’s a common experience for many people that you’ve never experienced?

Sexual attraction.

What are some misconceptions about your hobby?

That I like all the radio. No.

What did you Google last?

Some song lyrics.

What’s the dumbest thing someone has argued with you about?

I don’t even remember what it was, but I remember who it was.

If money and practicality weren’t a problem, what would be the most interesting way to get around town?

Still, I like walking the most.

What’s the longest rabbit hole you’ve been down?

...wut?

What odd smell do you really enjoy?

Cooking cauliflower.

What fashion trend makes you cringe or laugh every time you see it?

Skinny jeans. Oh and all that high end fashion, it’s ridiculous. Other than that, I’m not the one to judge others. Wear whatever you want, it’s a free country.

What’s your best story of you or someone else trying to be sneaky and failing miserably?

Jesus, this is not the best kind of questions for someone who’s almost falling asleep on the chair.

If you had a HUD that showed three stats about any person you looked at, what three stats would you want it to show?

First of all, what is HUD? Is that head-up display?

What’s the best way you or someone you know has gotten out of a ticket / trouble with the law?

I can’t think of any.

Tear gas makes people cry and laughing gas makes people giggle, what other kinds of gases do you wish existed?

I don’t have such wishes.

#survey #random survey #q&a survey

[stirlingmoss]

XVIII ​except anyone who steals a hearing; a bright flaming fire follows him. 

{Cf. lxxii. 8-9.

A shooting star. Cf. xxxvii. 10.}

XVII ​and We have guarded them from every accursed devil,

{Taking the physical heavens, we can imagine the supreme melody of harmony- guarded from every disturbing force.

Rajim: driven away with stones, rejected, accursed. Cf. iii. 36.}

XVI ​We set out the constellations in the sky, and made them beautiful to beholders,

{Evil having been described, not as an external thing, but as a taint of the soul, we have in this section a glorious account of the purity and beauty of God’s (Allah's) Creation. Evil is a blot on it, not a normal feature of it. Indeed, the normal feature is the guard which God (Allah) has put on it, to protect it from evil.

In the countless millions of stars in the universe which we see, the first step in our astronomical knowledge is to find marvellous order, beauty, and harmony, on a scale of grandeur which we appreciate more and more as our knowledge increases. The first broad belt that we distinguish is the Zodiac, which marks the sun's path through the heavens year after year and the limit of the wanderings of the moon and the planets. We make twelve divisions of it and call them Signs of the Zodiac. Each marks the solar path through the heavens as we see it, month after month. We can thus mark off the seasons in our solar year, and express in definite laws the most important facts in meteorology, agriculture, seasonal winds, and tides. Then there are the mansions of the moon, the mapping out of the Constellations, and the other marvellous facts of the heavens, some of which affect our physical life on this earth. But the highest lessons we can draw from them are spiritual. The author of this wonderful Order and Beauty is One, and He alone is entitled to our worship.}

XV ​they would say, “Our eyes have merely been intoxicated; no, we are bewitched!”

XIV ​Even if We opened a door from the sky to them, and they continued to ascend through it,

{Cf. vi. 35. The spiritual kingdom is open to all to enter. But the entrance is not a mere matter of physical movement. It is a question of a total change of heart. Evil must cease to be evil, before it can see or enjoy Good. If we could suppose Evil, like Bottom the weaver, to be "translated" or in some way carried up to heaven, it would only think that the Truth was an illusion, and the reality was mere witchery. The taint is in its very nature, which must first be purified and rendered fit for the reception of light, truth, and bliss.}

XIII ​not to believe in it; but the customs of the ancients have already passed away. 

{Sects, divisions, and systems invented by men tend to pass away, but God’s (Allah's) pure Truth of Unity endures for ever. This we see in history when we study it on a large scale. Cf. the parable in xiv. 24-26 Khalat: I have translated it here in the same sense as in xiii. 30 x. 102, and other places. Some Commentators give it a slightly different shade of meaning. The other meaning is seen in xlviii. 23.}

XII ​Thus do We inject it into the hearts of the sinners   ​  

{If evil and disbelief exist in the world, we must not be impatient or lose our faith. We must recognise that if such things are permitted, they are part of the Universal Plan and purpose of God (Allah), Who is All-Wise and All-Good, but Whose wisdom and goodness we cannot fully fathom. One consolation we have, and that is stated in the next verse and the next note.}

#15:12-18 #The City of Stone

[something-2-think-about]

Absolutes

Humans are a product of evolution. Even in our scriptures, we learn of many 'Dors' and periods spanning millions of years and a little tease here and there of how we may not have been in our present form at the onset.

We have characteristics that have been shaped into us over millennia through the process of natural selection. Yes. It's a thing. 

As with any random process, the laws of probability and uncertainty dictate that while most people share similar traits, no two individuals are alike.

What faith hopes to achieve is to mould us into their societal definition of what we should be. Faith decides what are good behaviours and what are bad. Lines are drawn and these lines separate black from white and leave little room for the vast swaths of grey that exists within us. 

As we progress with biology and genetics, we discover that our behaviour is very largely dictated by our genetic makeup. How we think and how we respond to stimuli. What tendencies we exhibit, how much of those tendencies and to what extent we have control over them is very much a product of our genetic makeup.

To conform to absolute dictates of black and white is utopian at best and most certainly an exercise in futility. We only have to reflect on how much we as mumineen (don't)comply with every single idealist tenet of our faith let alone the minutia of our faith.

Society decides what are the most 'desirable' aspects of behaviour from this myriad of character traits and attempts to herd everyone into that clearly defined space, perhaps, in an attempt to create common ground where we can exist together in harmony.

This of course creates a pressure situation where we, as individuals, in keeping with our innate nature, have to constantly work against ourselves to conform to these defined norms....or burn in hell forever.

That is where faiths offer a pressure release valve. We are offered many ways and means to have our transgressions forgiven. Through prayer, confessions, penance, duas and in our case, mourning for our fallen saviours.

Faith has recognized that it is impossible to conform to its ideals and thus offered us some respite in the form of hope despite our failures. This allows the individual to remain in its fold and not leave in despair the moment of a single transgression, believing that only hell awaits him anyway. With absolution, heaven remains always within his grasp.

Ironically, it is this absolution, this pressure release valve itself that affords us the opportunity to bend or even break the rules in the knowledge that the path will always be available for our salvation.

As the famous saying goes: I asked God for a bicycle but I know that's not how it works. So I stole a bicycle and asked for forgiveness.

This line of reasoning serves two purposes. 1. It allows the believer to indulge in all that which his faith forbids him, ie, his natural tendencies lead him, yet remain within its fold and maintain his path to heaven. 2. It allows Faith to embrace human nature to 'steal the bicycle' and literally accept payment/penance to keep the defaulter in the membership of the faith.

Clearly, a win-win scenario for both the individual and the faith.

It is comforting to believe that we are well 'civilized' and fully capable of adhering to all the rules of our faith but we well know that the only reason we indulge in so many spiritual activities to absolve us of our sins is because we stray. Very regularly.

We are not perfect. Not because we are in arrears but because the process of evolution made us varied. Perfection is a societal construct and every society has its own version of perfection. There will be areas of overlap but that would be because we are inherently all homo sapiens. But just as we are unique within this genus, no individual will ever fit into an idealised perfect mould.

The field of Psychopathology throws up such gems as Kleptomania, Paedophilia, Bi-polar, Tourette, Psychopaths, Addiction, etc. Individuals suffering from these afflictions have a hard time controlling their behaviour but the things they do as a result of their 'disability' fall into the definition of sin. These are some of the major behavioural ailments that would question the very definition of right and wrong. There are also a myriad of other, sometimes more subtle psychological tendencies that dictate how each individual behaves, often subconsciously or worse, instinctively.

While Biology does give us our individual characters, society limits our acting out these characters as it inherently needs some common ground that can support all the individuals that thrive within it. 

The difference between the two is the tug of war that we tend to define as the fight between good and evil.

So, the next time you feel the urge to point a finger at someone who, in your opinion, has sinned, remember. There is no good or evil. There is only the truth.

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

22 (Stuck on top of a Ferris wheel / werewolf) w magnulia please 🥺🥺🥺 -ise

from this prompt list!!

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Magnus had to get better at making good choices. In his defense, he thought he was this time. He and Julia had been growing close for the past few months thanks to their mutual friendship with Barry. Magnus had heard about Barry from another friend and decided to seek him out for some help. It was a good choice; Barry’s cool as far as humans go.

But Julia? She was something else entirely. Smart and funny and kind and stubborn, she was the single most incredible human he’d ever met.

He liked her a lot and was almost certain she felt the same, but neither had said as much to the other. He didn’t want to overstep or misread something or simply ruin the easy harmony they existed in. However, after some prodding from Barry, Magnus decided to take some initiative and asked Julia to the fair.

The day (date?) had been going well enough; Julia was kind enough to drive them out to the fairgrounds, they rode some rickety rides, played some rigged games, and ate some dubious food. When the afternoon was starting to wind down, they agreed to hitch a ride on the Ferris wheel before they left. There was plenty of time left until sunset, it would be fine.

They both knew calendar, they weren’t stupid. But the fair was only in town for the weekend; they could go, they’d just have to plan accordingly. That’s why they picked a midday outing (date? Magnus still wasn’t sure). But there was no way to plan for a malfunctioning Ferris wheel.

The ride didn’t seem to be the most structurally sound thing in the world but that was par the course for the fair. No big deal. But then the Ferris wheel screeched and shuddered to a stop with him and Julia right at the top. Of course. Of course, Magnus thought to himself. Why would this go off without a hitch? What world was he living in? Couldn’t even make it a full rotation before catastrophic failure.

Neither of them said anything for a moment, silently hoping the ride would swiftly restart and send them on their merry way. No such luck.

Julia leaned to her side to glance down at the ride operators below. “Well. I guess this is new icebreaker fodder,” she straightened back up and turned to look at Magnus. “You know, like ‘my name is Julia, I’m a sociology major, and I once got stuck on the sketchiest looking Ferris wheel I’ve ever seen.”

Magnus couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “You were a sociology major? I don’t think you’ve told me that before.”

“I was!” She proudly confirmed. “I had these grand dreams of changing the world through academia or law or something.” She looked a little self-conscious before shrugging. “Obviously life hasn’t quite panned out that way but if nothing else, it did kinda expand my mind.”

“Yeah? That why you’re cool hanging out with a freak like me?” Magnus teased. He darted a glance up to the sky. It wasn’t too late just yet. Hopefully the ride would be fixed soon.

She swatted his shoulder as she let out a huff of laughter. She usually did that Magnus made jokes in that vein. “Stop! I think you’re really cool, Magnus. I wouldn’t have come out with you today if I didn’t.”

“Well now you’re just sweet-talking me.”

“Nah, you’d know if I was sweet-talking you.” She grinned at him before darting her gaze around. “I’m sure they’ll get us rolling again in no time,” she said, attempting to assuage his unspoken fear.

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah I’m sure you’re right.” He started picking at a fleck of paint on the car.

“Are you worried?” Julia watched him with a firm gaze. She was better at reading him than he gave her credit for.

“Nope,” he lied. He sighed and shook his head. “A little,” he admitted. “I just…I’m worried about being up here with you. More than I normally would be, that is. I don’t want anything to happen to you and part of me thinks ‘Well, nothing’s gonna happen to her, dummy,’ and another part of me thinks ‘Something is absolutely going to happen to her and it’s gonna be your fault!’”

Julia placed her hand on top of Magnus’s and waited for him to meet her gaze. His brain felt a little like it was going to short circuit but he steeled himself and sent a glance her way. “Mag, I know you, okay? I’ve seen this whole thing at least a half-dozen times now. I’m not worried about me and I don’t need you to worry about me. You don’t scare me. You’re a big softie. I’m worried about you.”

He squinted at her in confusion. “Worried about me?”

“Yeah, dummy. There’s a ton of people out and I’m not trying to cast aspersions or anything but I’m willing to bet not everyone down there is as cool as me or Barry.” She tried to keep her tone light but the worry was growing the more orange the late fall sun was getting. “Besides, don’t really feel like patching your ass up today.”

“Heh. Yeah.” Magnus idly flipped his hand over to hold Julia’s properly.

“You feeling okay?”

“Fine right now. Little itchy. Little achy.”

Julia nodded and squeezed Magnus’s hand. “Do you want to take your mind off it?”

“Think that might be nice, yeah.” Magnus blinked hard and was focusing a great deal of his energy on not wanting to peel his skin off like a corn husk. He heard creaking and banging from the ground below. He desperately hoped that was a good sign.

“I have to say, Magnus, I was really excited when you suggested we do this today. And a little surprised.” She looked over at him and saw how tight his jaw was set. That’s fine, she could handle doing the talking. “Excited in part because I love the fair. But because I was really into the idea of spending more time with you.” She smiled a bit when she felt Magnus squeeze her hand. “Surprised because I wasn’t sure that you…wanted to spend time with me like that.”

Magnus let out a surprised chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh all you want, Burnsides. I’m serious though. When Barry first told me about you, I was immediately interested. I mean, I’d never met a werewolf or really any non-human person. I think, anyway. And you just blew me away. I think you’re really cool, Magnus. And kind and funny and sometimes hot-tempered and impulsive. You drive me up the wall a little but I’m really glad you’re you and I’m especially glad our paths have crossed like this.”

The Ferris wheel creaked beneath them. They hoped that was a good sign and not indicative of the universe piling more shitty happenstances onto them. The sun was low in the sky and painfully orange but still above the horizon.

Magnus smiled and took a breath. His body was screaming with discontent; not pain, per se, but the overwhelming feeling that something was wrong and that something would have to give soon. But he pushed all that away for a moment. He squeezed Julia’s hand again. “Jules,” he said with some effort.

“Yeah?”

“The timing’s bad probably but…Could I kiss you right now?”

Julia broke out into a wide grin. “I was beginning to worry you’d never ask.”

Magnus leaned in and kissed her gently. It felt so right and managed to silence Magnus’s mind for another few moments.

Julia brought her free hand up to Magnus’s face and couldn’t help thinking how well it felt like they fit together.

The loud sound of protesting metal jolted them apart. All at once, the Ferris wheel was moving again. Julia let out a bubble of nervous laughter. “That was really nice.”

“It really was.”

“And look at that, crisis averted!” Julia said, watching passengers in the cars in front of them exit the ride. “We’ll be able to get back with plenty of time.”

Magnus nodded, a small smile permanently fixed on his face, it seemed. “Julia?”

“Yeah?”

“We should do that again sometime.”

“The kissing or the getting stuck on the Ferris wheel? Because I’m down for exactly one of those things.”

“Oh obviously the Ferris wheel,” Magnus said, in a mock serious tone.

They both slid out of their car as it arrived at the platform, happy to put distance between it and themselves.

“Thank God, just so we’re on the same page,” Julia agreed in a similar tone before leaning in to give him a quick kiss.

Magnus offered Julia his hand on their trek back to her car. She laced their fingers together and hummed happily, stealing the occasional glance over at Magnus.

#taz #taz balance #the adventure zone #magnulia #magnus burnsides #julia waxman #reese writes #thank you!!! #for those playing along at home this is in the same universe as my vamp twins pieces back in nov just...a year or so prior?

[vveissesfleisch]

hi lex!! :)

for the shipping meme, i'm gonna aks for joe/nicky b.c i think your characterizations of them is so fucking rad, but i would also like you to pick another one of your favourites and go nuts (if you feel like doing so)! it's so much fun to watch you talk about things that make you go feral

hi carly!!! ahh, thank you for this lovely ask, and for requesting j/n, my beloveds!!! i miss them! <3

falls asleep on the couch - JOE. especially if there's a movie on. no matter how interested joe is in watching said movie, no matter how much he's assured nicky up and down that he's definitely NOT going to fall asleep this time, the moment nicky turns out the lights and presses play, joe's catching flies within seconds.

makes friends with the neighbors - both of them, but nicky is more likely to meander over while someone is working on a home improvement project and start chatting.

is the adventurous eater - they both are, now, but joe is usually the one to make the first foray into new cuisines.

hogs the covers at night - joe! but it's okay because nicky runs hot like a furnace, so he doesn't mind when he awakens completely bare while joe is cocooned in sheets.

forgets to do the dishes - it doesn't happen often, but joe has been known to get distracted and forget dishes in the sink. but it's not like he's getting distracted by bullshit, though, it's probably a really rad, engrossing book or podcast, or the sight of nicky in a particularly flattering pair of shorts. or any shorts. or just the sight of nicky existing.

tries to surprise their partner more often - they have been locked in a perpetual battle to outdo each other with romantic surprises for one thousand years, your honor.

leaves dirty laundry on the floor - oh, neither of them. ever. ever ever ever.

stays up til 2 AM reading - nicky. i mean, joe would, but once he shifts from sitting upright to lying down with his book, be it on the sofa or in bed, he's out like a light.

sings in the shower - joe. loudly, and badly. nicky sometimes joins him for the odd hair-raising harmony.

takes the selfies - joe, at every opportunity, but especially if they're in front of a landmark that they had visited before smart phones were a thing.

plans date night - they take turns planning special date nights, but if they're being honest, most nights feel like date night, even if they're just making dinner together and dozing off in front of law and order reruns together.

#joe x nicky #shipping meme #ask lex

[robininthelabyrinth]

Prompt: anything with Jiang Yanli, I’d love to see more of her PoV

part 2 of whumptober 20 (JYL/LXC field medicine)

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It wasn’t that Jiang Yanli never thought about other men.

After all, she was a female cultivator, and her opinion was therefore one of the ones that was rather eagerly solicited when it came to naming the most attractive young masters in the cultivation world; it was only that it had never seemed to matter. After all, she was engaged, and always had been, to her mother’s dearest friend’s only son, and that, it had seemed at the time, was that.

Oh, her father spoke warmly about marrying for love and not for obligation, but Jiang Yanli had never quite understood what he meant. Even if she didn’t love Jin Zixuan, she loved her mother enough to want to respect her wishes, and it was easy enough to dismiss what negative things she’d heard about him – arrogant, self-centered, impetuous, but of course he was still young, and weren’t most teenage boys like that? – and instead daydream about the life she would have in the future.

When she was young, it was mostly daydreams of having some faceless man (she couldn’t imagine little Jin Zixuan, who at three years younger was barely more than a baby) bring her gifts and tease her and kiss her, then say she was the prettiest person he’d ever seen. The way she’d always heard was supposed to be how lovers talked, the way people said that a marriage ought to be like - the way her parents’ marriage had never been.

When she was a bit older, her thoughts drifted away from retreading romantic stories and to the actual work of being married, of being the mistress of Lanling Jin. In the beginning, her duty would be to first and foremost produce an heir and a spare, to remain healthy throughout the process, and to support her husband as he slowly began to take on the duties that would eventually become his, but later on it would get more interesting. A sect leader could not be everywhere, and his wife would often be left in charge when he was not at home – she would have to know everything about the sect, same as him, enough to make decisions in his absence; she would have to answer correspondence, make decisions, negotiate with traders, collect duties, enforce the peace, and she’d also have to manage the sect’s social scene on top of it all.

She probably wouldn’t have much time to cook, Jiang Yanli thought wistfully, thinking about how Lanling women prided themselves on never having to lift a finger for themselves, and threw herself into her favorite hobby now, while she still could. If she was clever about it, she might be able to get good enough at it that her future husband would find some dish of hers that he liked, something that only she could make, and then her cooking would be something done at his request – a charming idiosyncrasy, an indulgence of sweethearts.

When she got older still, and learned about Sect Leader Jin’s philandering and the iron grip of control Madame Jin imposed on Lanling in order to keep her position in the face of all the backstabbing and politics, she thought to herself that that sounded exhausting. But by that point, all of her childhood daydreams had Jin Zixuan’s name on them – although admittedly not his face, for all that he had grown up into one of the most handsome young men of his generation, and certainly not his mannerisms – and it was far too late to raise a fuss now. So Jiang Yanli studied willpower in addition to trade routes, learned how to exploit social norms in addition to how to manage a dinner party, taught herself how to play people just as well as she played the guqin, absorbed the lessons of both murder and mathematics, and above all figured out how to stand up for herself and what she believed in no matter what overwhelming pressure she might face.

Even though Jiang Yanli was pretty sure that Madame Jin wouldn’t appreciate that last part in a daughter-in-law, especially not one reputed to be as easygoing as her father.

(“Let her be upset,” her own mother had snorted when Jiang Yanli had tentatively raised the issue. “Are you supposed to ruin your own future because she’s a bitter old mother-in-law that’d rather not give up control so early? I may have agreed to marry you to her son, A-Li, but she agreed to marry him to my daughter. If she wanted easy and pliable, she should have thought again.”

“But she’s your friend,” Jiang Yanli had said, frowning a little. “Don’t you want her to be happy?”

Her mother had looked tired. “Once, more than anything,” she’d said. “But the chance for that passed long ago.”)

So it wasn’t that she didn’t notice other men. It was just that there was no point in allowing herself to look, and she knew enough of her parents’ marriage, and of Madame Jin’s, to not want to look.

And then, suddenly, there was.

Her engagement was broken. One could say that it happened at her own beloved brothers’ hands, at her father’s blind dislike of arrangements even when it was one his own daughter had long ago accepted and had even learned to long for, but in truth Jin Zixuan was a proper young master, old enough to make decisions for himself, to exercise some control over his own life, and the first bit of control he’d taken into his own hands was to decide that he didn’t want her.

It was – not fine, no. She spent some time crying over it, and yet more time comforting Wei Wuxian who was distraught at having caused her pain, and the most time of all quietly wondering what the point of her existence was now that she was no longer useful as a marriage tool. She’d never been much of a cultivator, never been especially pretty, never been anything more than average – what was the point of her?

Maybe that was when she’d decided to pick up medicine.

Field medicine was womanly enough to satisfy critics, and yet it was something useful in a practical sense: she could save people’s lives, if she only learned enough, and studying she could do.

Sometimes, she even got the chance to save the lives of very attractive people, like when the First Jade of Lan lay crumpled in the cot before her as she patched him up. So this is the one they ranked first, she thought, examining him with her eyes even as she kept her hands busy, and she was forced to admit that the other female cultivators of her generation had good taste. He was devastatingly handsome.

Kind, too, she soon learned; gentle and courteous in his mannerisms. He smiled often, which she appreciated in a person (if one interpreted Jiang Cheng’s scowls as smiles, he smiled nearly as much!), and he seemed to genuinely admire her efforts at medicine, however rudimentary. Over dinner, which he insisted on sharing with her even after he was well on his road to recovery, the conversation between them flowed easily and well: they both had brothers they loved, which was a conversation topic of which neither of them would ever tire, and they both enjoyed art and music. He didn’t know the first thing about cooking, but enjoyed asking questions (especially after she’d made him a meal he particularly enjoyed, which was often), while she enjoyed the way he blushed when she teased him.

She didn’t think much of it, of course. If she couldn’t keep the husband that had been promised to her since before she could walk – if she was too dull, too plain, too weak, too average to be worthy of an untried young man like him – then she definitely had no hope of catching the most attractive and capable young master of their generation, a dashing war hero and sect leader in his own right.

And then, when they were both laughing over an especially hair-brained scheme they’d concocted to try to get Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian to spend more time together – Jiang Yanli had noticed how much Wei Wuxian talked about Lan Wangji once he’d returned to the Lotus Pier, and Lan Xichen swore up and down that Lan Wangji had been no better – he turned to her and said, “If you were in Gusu, your brothers would be sure to come to visit you.”

“Me, in Gusu?” Jiang Yanli was startled into a laugh. “Why would I be in Gusu? As your guest?”

Lan Xichen coughed. “I had been hoping for something – a bit more permanent than that. If that would be something you would be open to.”

It actually took her a moment to understand, and then she had to raise her hands to cover her suddenly burning cheeks.

“You don’t have to say anything now,” he said hastily. “Just something to think about, if you’re interested…and of course, if your heart is elsewhere –”

“It isn’t,” she blurted out, and had to turn away.

“I’d hoped that was the case,” he said quietly, his voice warm. “I’ll take my leave, Mistress Jiang.”

Jiang Yanli had grown up thinking of herself as the future mistress of Lanling Jin, with its riches and its beauty and its poisonous heart, and then she’d assumed she’d be nothing at all, an old maid that helped Jiang Cheng manage his sect until he finally found a wife to suit him.

She’d never thought about being the mistress of Gusu Lan.

Gusu Lan, which was not as wealthy as Lanling Jin but just as complex – with its own trade routes and subordinate sects and business to manage – with its beautiful and serene landscape, its culture that emphasized harmony and unity rather than backstabbing – with no overbearing mother-in-law that would have barely been tolerable even when her own mother would have been there to hold her back, but would have been impossible without such protection –

She hadn’t dreamt of Lan Xichen as a child, or even as a teenager, but when she thought about all those dreams with a faceless man that she’d named Jin Zixuan regardless of any similarity to the real thing…

Lan Xichen fit in much better to the idea in her head than the real Jin Zixuan ever had.

“I won’t live separately,” she told him when he came over the next day, before he could even say a word; it had been just about the only problem she could see with his proposal. “In another house, certainly, but not an entirely different dwelling, and if I have any children, I would want them to live with me regardless of their gender.”

“I wouldn’t dream of having you so far away,” he said, and he was smiling again, broad and bright and – somehow, impossibly – hers. “Might I kiss you?”

“You may,” she said, and he did.

“Mistress Jiang,” Lan Xichen said a moment later, “you’re the most remarkable woman I’ve ever met.”

Remarkable, Jiang Yanli thought to herself, was better than pretty any day.

#mdzs #jiang yanli #lan xichen #field medicine #no. 20 #my fic #my fics #macgyvertape

[sobsicles]

Opening Line Tag Game

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I was tagged by @dont-offend-the-bees - thanks! ill just do my spn fics and not any ive co-written because i didn't start the first chapters for those, though they're very good (Season Z and The Bad Santa Clause, respectively, that are fics written by a group of many amazing authors!)

Dean starts falling in love with him on a slow Sunday morning under slanted sunlight that slips through the gaps in the trees. — six hundred sundays (and many more)

Why did the curtains have to be yellow? — i want to do with you (what spring does to cherry trees)

In a bar on a Tuesday morning, it's a few months out from the final shot at the world ending. But hey, Chuck's long gone, and everything has worked out for the best, and the world keeps right on turning. Funny how that goes, huh? — dumbassery, denial, doing (the three d's to the destination)

There are certain moments in one's life when things go exactly as planned. It's like the stars align and the skies open up to reveal rays of sunlight and, against all odds, everything seems to be in perfect harmony. This is a phenomenon that Dean is genuinely not accustomed to, as it doesn't really happen for him. — finding hope (and finding him)

The first time she meets him, he's nothing more than an almost-missed appointment. — break the skin (to break the barriers)

The first time Dean and Cas kiss, it's not even really a kiss at all. It is, in fact, mouth-to-mouth. — a kiss for every season (literally)

The brass chip slides back and forth in a small path across the leaning desk Bobby has had for years and still hasn't gotten around to fixing. The chip reads: To thine own self be true. Unity. Service. Recovery. — separate ways and sleeping dogs

Getting used to Heaven is something of a marvel. It ain't perfect, and Dean thinks he'd hate it if it was, which is probably why it isn't. There's just enough human-esque nuances to it that keep it feeling like life rather than death, and he's thankful for that because he's got the smallest inkling that he should have gotten to live a little longer than he did. — oh sooner or later it all comes down to faith

So, the first thing that happens is Castiel comes back. It's at a pretty inconvenient time, considering the amount of pain Dean is in and how close he is to being dead. — things happen (they do, and they do, and they do)

It's not the first time Claire has ever gone missing. It is, however, the first time Kaia panics about it. — what's missing is found (our souls can exhale now)

It's different now, no matter how much they're pretending it's not. Mostly out of self-preservation, because sometimes their sanity is hanging by a mere thread and it's so obvious that they simply have no choice but to fake it 'til they make it. They've done a lot of that through the years, practically crafted it into a fine art, but this is the best performance yet. — according to all known laws of life

Time is different here. — what they deserve (it's better this way)

The first realization he remembers having is that the stars are oddly bright from where he lies sprawled on his back. The second, of course, is that there are troubling sounds coming from some vague point to his left. He supposes that's fair—vision and auditory processes are usually the first thing people make sense of when they wake. He knows that much, at least. Not much else, though. — Memories Bring Back Memories (Bring Back You)

Dean would think that a failsafe like this wouldn't exist. It doesn't quite add up in his head when he sits down and thinks about it, but Sam assures him over and over that it's well within the realm of possibility for the Men of Letters--supposed smart people--to come up with something as stupid as this. — home is where the heart is (and you have mine)

The blackbirds start singing a dawn. — profoundly bonded (by law)

So. So, the thing about desperation, and want, and desire, and how it controls, is that it's all bullshit, and Dean wants absolutely no part in it. — staring at ceiling in the dark, same empty feeling in your heart (love comes slow and it goes so fast)

Cas wasn't a music fanatic of any kind, Dean knew this firsthand. Sure, he listened to whatever Dean was listening to, or whatever was playing in the car on long trips. But he never went out of his way to listen to music in his spare time. — listen to the song in my soul (only you can hear)

All things considered, Castiel found solace in the fact that his life couldn't get any worse than this. — Just A Touch

There were a few things that were known about Dean Winchester, undeniable things that hadn't wavered once in his entire life. — a helping hand (let's not be friends)

Dean was merely ten years old when he discovered that bridges didn't close the gap between two worlds. — The Bridges We Built

insane to me that none of these opened up on dialogue. i don't open up with dialogue that often, as it turns out. also, most of these fics are dean pov. only three of these out of twenty are cas pov (1, 12, 18). my personal five favorites out of these: 3, 5, 10, 14, 15.

im supposed to tag people, but like, i want anyone who wants to do it to do it! if you see this and want to do it, definitely do so! tag me if you do; i'd love to see your answers!

#sobs says things #sobs adventures in writing #this is a fun lil thing to do actually #just something to pass the time #plus it's informative about my own writing so that's interesting #destiel #destiel fic

[astrolovecosmos]

Uranus in the Houses: Individualism

Uranus in the 1st: I’m sure you’d imagine quite the quirky and interesting person with this placement. While this certainly can be true, there is something about questioning identity. Uranus indicates a “higher mind”, innovation, moments of discovery. Identity is not fluid, not easily lost, and not obscure BUT they may fall into re-discovering themselves over and over again. Individuality is tightly connected to expression and intellect somehow. Seeking change in how they represent themselves may be something they crave or do naturally. There is something special about exploring all facets of the self. 

Uranus in the 2nd: Individuality in how they view self-worth or approach security may manifest. Being inventive and original in practical, sensual, physical ways is another way to look at this placement. “Unique ways to make money” is the trademark of this position but there is much more to this house than money and possessions. Uranus in this House may show their uniqueness in how they spend money or what they buy but they also show their individuality through the physical realm and this can mean many things. This is one to own a “conversation starter” whether it is in their fashion choices or home decor. Having an unconventional approach to what a society deems as “practical” may happen. There is something special about physically living, valuing, and really existing on a different level. 

Uranus in the 3rd: “Eccentric communicator” is the label many put on this placement. So yes, individuality is certainly seen in how they crack jokes, spur up debates, and bring up odd, political, or even taboo subjects. Here we see that “higher mind” showing social intuition and observation. They approach the realm of socialization, learning, and expressing differently. They are very eager to learn about others and about the world around them. The way they learn could show individuality and uniqueness. In their earlier years they may have stood out a lot among peers, especially in a classroom setting. There is something special about living in the realm of ideas and sharing for them. 

Uranus in the 4th: Unconventional family life or domestic life can pop up with this placement. In terms of individuality this comes from freedom to be themselves apart from a family or tight community. Deep-seeded Influence upon them, comfort, attachments, and roots - these things shape them into a sculpture different than others with their same upbringing. This doesn’t just mean the black sheep in the family, this can mean the odd one out in a school, church, or organization. Being “different” doesn’t always mean being an outcast or something negative. With the 4th being a house about safety and comfort, they may find their individuality or express it best when being disruptive towards that comfort/security. There is something special about constantly stepping out of their comfort zone. 

Uranus in the 5th: That individuality shines through the bright 5th House in expression and creativity. Unique fashion sense ✓, has combined quirkiness with flair ✓, unforgettable party goer ✓, original artist  ✓. Don’t forget being an “individualist” when it comes to romance. Uranus at times can make someone with this position highly independent and doesn’t want to be in any relationship that threatens their individuality or freedom. Uranus isn’t necessarily known for self-focus but it can be known for separation and a focus on what makes you, you. With that focus comes a theme of rushing into relationships with like-minded people but then still trying hard to protect their differences and freedom to express. There can be a tug-of-war in love. Really individuality sometimes shows the most or is solidified through how they are different from their lovers yet still find common ground. It shows through their art. It shows through their speeches. It shows through their big ideas. It shows through their celebrations. There is something special about never losing yourself while still connecting with another. 

Uranus in the 6th: Don’t sleep on this placement! Sure we could talk about unconventional healing and maybe being a healer is one way they stand out. Uncommon illnesses and accidents are tied to this but let’s talk about other areas of the 6th. Other environments that their uniqueness can show and breathe in. Here is someone who stands out in their everyday routine, in their work space, and in their habits. They can be innovative and original, breaking away from the normal humdrum of everyday life. Uranus in the 6th can be a strength for teamwork and altruism. They know how to change a negative or toxic environment or routine into something liberating. They may serve others by helping them break free, start anew, or giving them the knowledge they need to better their situation. Despite Uranus sometimes being looked at as a planet about disruption, chaos, “being apart” - in this house Uranus intelligently approaches inefficiency, which many times could be due to a lack of cooperation or understanding. There’s something special about how they can bring people together but also push them apart, whichever equals an improvement. 

Uranus in the 7th: Independence can be both a gift and a struggle in love for this individual. Sacrificing freedom and individuality will never, ever happen. On the surface many have pinned this placement as one showing commitment issues. But let’s look at this as individuality in how we connect with others on a whole. Throw out gender roles, societal expectations for marriage or even friendship, rework master and apprentice. Individuality comes in how they treat others. Their expectations and “roles” in their relationships. An enemy? A rival? They likely don’t think of them how you may typically think of an “enemy”. Respect, equality, and give and take are all approached in a way that allows them to not be bound by how you perceive them and even how you care for them. There is something special about their harmony, their connections, their vibrations with others. 

Uranus in the 8th: Individuality is a precious thing shared with others. There is a desire for absolute acceptance and understanding in their closest relationships or within intimacy. Sharing the mind may make them feel more vulnerable than sharing anything else. A great desire to understand the taboo, the occult, the mysterious, metaphysics, life and death exist here. Their individuality can be kept in a darker place only to be shared with a few. On some level this could make someone seem a conformist, basic, etc. But don’t confuse this with the secrets and hidden attributes of the 12th House. Sometimes this can be more literal in that what makes them special is a darkness in their past. How they deal with pain or negativity can stand out. Also the taboo or occult may be an area they feel most comfortable in expressing their true self. Sometimes  throw out the average cabbage picture - this may also be the occultist in your community, not afraid to show their spell books or rave about their love for true crime documentaries and podcasts (which honestly isn’t that unusual but I’m trying to give you a visual the best I can). The 8th House with its dark and heavy reputation, I don’t want anyone thinking the darkness in their life is the only thing that makes them “special”. Rather that trauma could have been uncommon. The way they understand the darkness and unpredictability of the world is more of the emphasis I want to make. 

Uranus in the 9th: They stand out in their beliefs, morals, or possibly education. Truth and lies play a role in what makes them “unique”. There could be a tendency of bolstering up their individuality, possibly at a young age or when feeling insecure. When secure, when fulfilled, when they have an open mind and are actively learning they show their uniqueness, especially the uniqueness in what they believe in truthfully, openly, proudly. Uranus drives this individual to make a statement in their beliefs or non-beliefs even. This can be presented in so many positive or negative ways. Finding meaning in one’s life is also part of this house. They may stand out the most in the lengths they go to find meaning. From the tamer backpacking across Europe to find themselves, to exploring different religions, to more erratic actions and choices of completely abandoning a long-standing career for something very different or even giving up everything they own to help others may happen. There is something special in how they see a different way to think, believe, and in a way be. 

Uranus in the 10th: We can’t ignore that they are going to seem “different” or “special” somehow in the public sphere. Before we talk about fame, know there is a lot about connecting with and belonging to society with this placement. The way they think about or approach society could be unique. The way they fit into society can be unconventional as well. They pay attention to the collective, can tap into it. That intellectual side of the planet can drive them to analyze and understand the collective, law, society, social issues. I would say that standing out in your career or having your individualism show here is a prominent manifestation, especially in parts of the world where career are everything to a society. There’s something special about standing out in the crowd, in the boardroom, in the industry.

Uranus in the 11th: This placement is known to hang around rebels and outliers. This is part of their individuality, befriending those on the fringe of society or the norm. The way they fit into groups and organizations is unique. They may stand out as a leader in a club or friend group. They may be the glue among friends too. The way they view fellowship and approach it is likely unconventional. When it comes to the collective, much like the 10th house position they too can tap into it. The 10th sees trends in what society values and within laws and reputation while the 11th taps into social trends, new ideas, sees where society is headed on a larger scale or with the big picture. They can have goals that are on a different wavelength than most. They dream big and originally. This house can be about extending the self to others. With Uranus we can see someone who does this in an humanitarian way, highly social way, or maybe  intellectually focused way. There is something special about giving and taking from the group. 

Uranus in the 12th: Known for hidden individuality that wants to bubble to the surface. “Associated with past revolution and upheaval” according to Judy Hall. Individuality is shown best when they have confidence and pride in their uniqueness. It is also shown best when they rebel against the norm. Here can be a powerful position for the “rebel”, “anarchist”, or “innovator”. Their individuality can also shine through by helping others in a large way, through humanitarian deeds. Eccentricities will be both their weakness and strength. At times the emotional heaviness of the house can make them feel unstable and insecure about their differences, other times they can tap into their inner genius, trendsetter, and visionary. There is something special about just being different. 

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