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delirious-donna · 16 days

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Don’t Touch [Gojo Satoru]

an: since I reworked Nanami’s version of this (link here), it seemed only fair to give Gojo’s drabble the same treatment.

pairings: Gojo Satoru x female reader

warnings: sensory deprivation kinda (touch), reader is a tease, Satoru gets a lil subby (barely), NSFW throughout

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Gojo Satoru was a beautiful man, a good man but a silly one too. If you levelled a challenge at him, especially one he felt certain he would win, then nothing would prevent him from accepting your terms. Would the overconfident sorcerer ever learn?

The pout decorating his lips was simply irresistible—dewy and perfectly kiss-swollen. Celestial blue eyes blink slowly, long white lashes brushing against his blush-tinted cheeks as you dip your head to suck that delicious bottom lip into your mouth once more.

You were naked from the waist down, tormenting the man below you with each languid roll of your hips. The friction from his straining zipper was more than enough to send tiny jolts of pleasure humming throughout your body, fissures of bliss erupting along your nerve endings, but it wasn’t what he wanted, and you knew it.

Satoru’s muscles tense and bulge all at once, the tendons in his neck strain from his desire to free his hands, and he could—in a heartbeat—but his desire to please overrides it.

It’s jarring experience. An alien sensation to the powerful man that is accustomed to being entirely in control of literally everything in his life. However, the truth aches in his pounding chest, his heart beating to a new song orchestrated by the woman he loves above all others. Satoru has been turned into putty by your sheer force of will, and worst of all, he likes it…

“I can feel you wriggling ‘toru. You know the deal,” you purred whilst your fingers card into his lustrous snow-white hair, twisting until you can coil around the roots and tug. Smiling when the breath in his throat catches.

His hands were practically numb from where they lay beneath his backside and you weren’t lying, they did twitch for release. Despite his insistence that you could lock him up if you really wanted, this was an endurance test for him, and not for a pair of cheap handcuffs or the tensile strength of a tie never worn.

“You’re the one not playing fair, princess, just sink onto me already.”

You chuckled at the desperation lacing his plea, petulance invading his tone only to be schooled into some semblance of obedience at the last second. Favouring to ignore his plight, you pressed wet kisses to his bare chest, sucking love bites into his collarbone and neck only to watch them bloom into purple brilliance. Of course, you paid extra attention to his rosy nipples, flicking the perky peaks with the tip of your tongue before offering a firm tug with your teeth.

His pectorals twitched and his head flopped back against the couch, the most desperately pitiful whimpers tumbled from his mouth with little restraint. Satoru’s hips arched up to remind you of what you were currently perched upon. His poor aching cock pulsed against his thigh, desperate for attention, desperate for any kind of touch. Anything was better than being trapped behind his pants, and if he couldn’t touch you then he definitely couldn’t touch himself…

Why had he agreed to this? Why had he grinned like a deviant little devil thinking he could best you when touching you was the highlight of his day, his life? Satoru panted through the myriad of his jumbled thoughts, his mind turbulent and disarrayed. He was being denied the pleasure of caressing your curves, of detailing the little marks that made you unique. He’d willingly accepted the worst form of torture.

“Why don’t you say please, ‘toru? If you ask me nicely, I might take pity and fuck myself on your beautiful cock, hm?”

As if to emphasise the point, your weight rises from his lap only to drop back down with force. A strangled grunt pulled from the depths of his chest in response, cheeks no longer pink but ruddy and sweating.

“Princess, babycakes… love of my life, please—I need you—need you so damn bad!”

You were good on your word. Humming in appreciation of his anguished but heartfelt plea, your hands work deftly to unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper. The damp stain coating the front of his pants was impressive, slick coaxed from your core in hot need of relief that only Satoru could give to you.

The tip of his finally freed cock was an angry purple, slit oozing pearlescent precum and very sensitive to the lightest touch. He was long, curved and so deliciously thick near the base, you could practically feel the stretch before you even moved over him to notch at your fluttering pussy.

“This what you want, Satoru?”

He didn’t know if he’d be able to keep the no touching rule going when you sheathed yourself fully, moaning directly into his ear. The itch to grasp you by the hips and teach you a lesson for teasing him so mercilessly by forcing you up and down his dick until you were the whimpering mess was rampant.

In the end, he behaved—barely.

“Ah, fuck… I-I’ll get you… shit… back for this. See how you look with… oh my god… with my blindfold tied around your wrists!”

#delirious writes #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #satoru smut

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speaker-of-the-void-cats · 1 year

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The EDZ saw paracausal conflict long before the Collapse

So you're telling me that a mere 14 years before the birth of Jakob Bohme, directly referenced in Unveiling,

One of your philosophers said, "It is not to be thought that the life of darkness is sunk in misery and lost in sorrow. There is no sorrow. For sorrow is a thing that is swallowed up in death, and death and dying are the very life of the darkness." He was a shoemaker. He was right, and it matters more than anything. According to him, the visible world is a manifestation of eternal light and eternal darkness, and it is in eternal opposition that eternity has revealed itself. The fall was necessary for creation to escape its first imperfect stasis and seek a truer form. Heresy? Well, then, I am the heresiarch. The philosopher died of a bowel disease. Those who do not exist cannot suffer and are of no account to any viable ethics. If the true path to goodness is the elimination of suffering, then only those who must exist can be allowed to exist. It is the nature of life to favor existence over nonexistence, and to prefer the fertile soil to the poisoned wind. Because those who open their mouths to that wind pass from the world and leave no descendant, whether of flesh or of thought. But imagine the abomination of a world where nothing can end and no choice can be preferred to any other. Imagine the things that would suffer and never die. Imagine the lies that would flourish without context or corrective. Imagine a world without me.

who said he saw the divine shape of the universe in a ray of light reflected in a pewter dish in 1600 and kept it to himself for years,

there were unexplained celestial phenomena in the skies of Germany described like this

In the morning of April 14, 1561, at daybreak, between 4 and 5 a.m., a dreadful apparition occurred on the sun, and then this was seen in Nuremberg in the city, before the gates and in the country – by many men and women. At first there appeared in the middle of the sun two blood-red semi-circular arcs, just like the moon in its last quarter. And in the sun, above and below and on both sides, the color was blood, there stood a round ball of partly dull, partly black ferrous color. Likewise there stood on both sides and as a torus about the sun such blood-red ones and other balls in large number, about three in a line and four in a square, also some alone. In between these globes there were visible a few blood-red crosses, between which there were blood-red strips, becoming thicker to the rear and in the front malleable like the rods of reed-grass, which were intermingled, among them two big rods, one on the right, the other to the left, and within the small and big rods there were three, also four and more globes. These all started to fight among themselves, so that the globes, which were first in the sun, flew out to the ones standing on both sides, thereafter, the globes standing outside the sun, in the small and large rods, flew into the sun. Besides the globes flew back and forth among themselves and fought vehemently with each other for over an hour. And when the conflict in and again out of the sun was most intense, they became fatigued to such an extent that they all, as said above, fell from the sun down upon the earth 'as if they all burned' and they then wasted away on the earth with immense smoke. After all this there was something like a black spear, very long and thick, sighted; the shaft pointed to the east, the point pointed west. Whatever such signs mean, God alone knows. Although we have seen, shortly one after another, many kinds of signs on the heaven, which are sent to us by the almighty God, to bring us to repentance, we still are, unfortunately, so ungrateful that we despise such high signs and miracles of God. Or we speak of them with ridicule and discard them to the wind, in order that God may send us a frightening punishment on account of our ungratefulness. After all, the God-fearing will by no means discard these signs, but will take it to heart as a warning of their merciful Father in heaven, will mend their lives and faithfully beg God, that He may avert His wrath, including the well-deserved punishment, on us, so that we may temporarily here and perpetually there, live as his children. For it, may God grant us his help, Amen. By Hanns Glaser, letter-painter of Nurnberg.

Different words in German can be seen on signs in the area, such as "Ausgang" (exit) and "Salzwerk" (salt mines). Since Austria, Germany, and Switzerland all have German as their official language, it is currently unknown which country the EDZ is supposed to be located in.

In German, Trostland may translate to "solace country"

O my Bridegroom, how well am I, now that I am in Union with thee! O kiss me with thy Desire in thy Strength and Power, and then I will shew thee all my Beauty, and will rejoice and solace Myself with thy sweet Love and shining Brightness in thy fiery Life. All the holy Angels rejoice with us, to see us united again. My dear Love, I now entreat thee to abide in my Faith, and do not turn thy Face away from me any more. Work thou thy Wonders in my Love, for which Purpose God hath created thee and brought thee into Being.

Jakob Bohme on the Love of Sophia (Wisdom)

The Descent of Ishtar, the Fall of Sophia, and the Jewish Roots of Gnosticism

Who am I? Call me Coyote. Call me mantis, serpent, Cagn, Anansi, call me Sri-cleans-his-brother's-stomach. Call me the grandmaster of semiosis, the jeweler's hammer which gilds the signal, a purposeful mob none of whose members know its purpose, the infinite regress of enigmas, a self-questioning answer, the word not spoken, black ice, cataract of mimes, the ache and fever of overthought while bedridden with illness, the intolerable thorn of frustrated inquisition, gray regret at the end of a fruitless day, the thing which is unlike your beloved but arbitrarily recalls your beloved to agonizing effect, architrave of the no-window, needle driven in flush with skin so that desperate fingers cannot pull it out, sweet petal, unmemorable, crystal death, the provably improvable.

Thank You

Your shoemaker philosopher was right, and it matters more than anything. Sorrow cannot survive death, and it cannot precede birth. Those who exist have moral worth, and those who do not have none. Think about it. Do you mourn the uncreated? Do you grieve for those who were never born in a nation that never developed around an ideology no one ever imagined on a continent that never formed? No! And from that self-evident truth, you must raise your eyes to the ultimate revelation: those who cannot sustain their own claim to existence belong to the same moral category as those who have never existed at all. Existence is the first and truest proof of the right to exist. Those who cannot claim and hold existence do not deserve it. This is the true and only divination, a game whose losers are not just forgotten but are never born at all. That which cannot claim and hold existence is not real. You do not mourn the unreal. Why should you care for it? Tend it? Guard it? It was the gardener that chose you from the dead. I wouldn't have done that. It's just not in me. But now that they have invested themself in you, you are incredibly, uniquely special. That wandering refugee chose to make a stand, spend their power to say: "Here I prove myself right. Here I wager that, given power over physics and the trust of absolute freedom, people will choose to build and protect a gentle kingdom ringed in spears. And not fall to temptation. And not surrender to division. And never yield to the cynicism that says, everyone else is so good that I can afford to be a little evil." The gardener is all in. They are playing for keeps. And they are wrong. Or so I argue: for, after all, the universe is undecidable. There is no destiny. We're all making this up as we go along. Neither the gardener nor I know for certain that we're eternally, universally right. But we can be nothing except what we are. You have a choice. You are the gardener's final argument. It would mean everything if I could convince you that I am the right and only way. I truly value you. To the gardener, you are a means to an end. To me, you are majestic. Majestic. You are full of the only thing worth anything at all. I am, by the only standard that matters or will ever matter, the winning team. Existence is a test that most will fail. Would you not count yourself among the victorious few? Don't hurry to deliver your answer. I'll come over and hear it myself.

Unveiling: The Wager

DECRYPTION KEY: 73XK5V2PG1$AUN-326

ACCESS: RESTRICTED

REP #: 002-A899OF-COC

AGENT(S): TRU-135

SUBJ: Intercepted transmission

SENSITIVE!! – CONTENTS BELOW SNIFFED FROM ENCRYPTED REEF DATACOMS – SENSITIVE!!

1. We are maintaining our containment posture at Cocytus. I assess no immediate danger to the system, and we have enough firepower to destroy the station and its mechanisms remotely if the on-site warheads fail. The station remains in the stable heliocentric orbit where it was parked after the destruction of Ceres.

2. I do not ask confirmation of these theories, and in fact I beg you not to address them. But I have reviewed the site records, and the fate of the Sophia's crew after they were herded to Cocytus stinks of Hive madness. The Cocytus apertures must—at the time—have opened into a Hive manifold associated with Crota. Whatever their original purpose, when Crota established his presence in the system, they became conduits into hell... and the Sophia crew's ugly end proved it. Whoever drove the Sophia to its doom then installed the Cocytus Instruments around the original Golden Age facility to study Crota's manifold.

3. Crota is dead. His hold on these gates has passed. Now something else is trying to pass through into our world... but it is so alien, and its sendings so bafflingly malformed, that I fear this can only end in madness.

4. The first "visitors" through the third gate, at event time 00:00:00, were simple hydrogen atoms. Over the course of 72 hours, the emissions developed from diatomic hydrogen to nitrogen, carbon, oxygen, water, and simple organic molecules. At the 80-hour mark, we received our first macroscopic visitor, a pellet of thick black hydrocarbon tar. Until 82:34:15 the gate vomited tar containing increasingly complex monomers and polymers.

5. The visitors then began to assume geometric form. A hail of cubes and hexagons, each built from molecular crystal of the same form as the whole. A series of fractal shapes that shattered under internal flaws. Several capsules or membranes of increasingly complex structure, containing water or oil. These may have been cellular precursors.

6. At 524:03:11 a living organism appeared. Death was immediate. Remote dissection describes a spherical body, radius approximately one meter, surfaced in thick hydrocarbon tar. Deep, evenly spaced "throats" converged on a central cavity perhaps intended to serve as lung and stomach. The body exhibited undifferentiated tissue of primitive plantlike cells, capable of spasming to pump air or fluid in and out of the throats. Without enzymes to catalyze metabolism, or internal structure to dispose of waste, the organism could not survive. Cell death occurred almost instantaneously throughout the mass. There were no provisions for self-repair or reproduction.

7. At 690:29:54 the gate emitted a tubular organism. For ninety seconds the organism moved across the gate chamber by contracting and expanding, then expired. Remote dissection describes a two-meter-long body with a spinal cavity full of energy-rich carbohydrate fluid. The organism's contractions forced this fluid through a capillary network, where simple cells catabolized the carbohydrates into energy to power further contractions. The buildup of heat and waste quickly denatured the enzymes required for metabolism, and the organism died. There were no provisions for self-repair or reproduction.

8. The gate has remained inactive since, barring short emissions of molecules which may be experimental proteins. Remote drones have registered similar ambient molecules within the Hellmouth on Luna, though we have been unable to identify their source. We will maintain the quarantine until otherwise instructed.

The overwhelming impression I have is one of learning, of increasing sophistication in the synthesis and arrangement of matter. The atoms in these structures were isotopically pure and impossible to date, but I have the uncomfortable sense that even they were freshly made.

9. Probes and instruments dispatched through the third gate do not return. Annihilation is apparently immediate, and so total that it seems to result from a fundamental failure of the ability to exist rather than any weapon or countermeasure. Yet something does exist on the far side, and it is trying to learn the rules of our world from very first principles. I do not eagerly anticipate its next creation.

SENSITIVE!! – CONTENTS ABOVE SNIFFED FROM REEF DATACOMS – SENSITIVE!!

Cf. reports #3209-3211-LUNA-HEL

MESSAGE ENDS

#follow the daito rabbit #unveiling #sorry to drag you back into this jakob #european dead zone #edz #the veil #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny2 #destinythegame #d2 #hey guys im not sure this winnower guy is the witness after all #destiny lore #harbinger #savathun #do you know the shape of your trial?#cocytus #cocytus oh shit oh god its over

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2d-dreams · 9 months

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Hi, and happy (almost late) WBW! (as usual I am @writeblr-of-my-own). For today's question, what are the geography and climate like in your world? How did you decide on them?

I'm mostly using the microscopic tidbits of information that Mr. Abbott mentioned in Flatland and expanding on them. Though I'm arguably rather lousy at coming up with things I try my best. So that's how I 'decide' on them, just by expansion.

This is a super long post.

Let's tackle climate first. In Flatland, one thing that is generally constant is rain. This is a life-saver for Flatlanders, as without it they wouldn't tell the time. Generally the rain falls twice a day - the first rain of the day is called the warm/morning rain, the equivalent to sunrise to them. The second rain is the cold/evening rain, equivalent to the sunset. Unless it is somehow obstructed, rain will fall upon all regions of Flatland, so no place is ever left rain-less naturally.

Trees and plants do not obstruct rain, as they are constructed by nature to guide water around them to nearby plants and, once their water reserves are full, to drop excess water under their stems so that it may fall below. This also helps circulate the water inside of them so that they dont start to rot with excess stagnant water, along with the method of allowing creatures to drink from them.

As examples some lazy drawings of a normal tree (left) and a monster tree (right) under the rain. The monster tree folds its limbs around the core during the rain to block the least amount possible off of the plants below.

The building of houses and other related buildings of the people of Flatland is planned taking into thoughtful consideration whether it will obstruct rain and if so, how to remedy this. Some examples of rain-friendly building, where white lines are rain flow:

Sometimes if a building or set of buildings (like a market) is very large a drain system will be made under it, catching the rain that falls around its sides and allows it to drop under the building to distribute it evenly instead of allowing dangerous rivers to form

Rain is not quite like the rain of Planiturth. Instead of clouds too heavy to carry their load of water, think of it more like the sea, with the rain being a wave that passes through the entirety of Flatland all day every day.

Climate doesnt change much throughout the seasons because this universe does not have a star or other celestial bodies. The light variations of effects mostly come from the entire dimensionset's position in Timespace. It is a rotating torus, because in a way all dimensionsets (dimensions, but with a different name. I call them dimension sets because 'dimension' is a weird word to use because of some technical aspects) are rotating within Timespace.

The fluctuations of the fabric of the multiverse bring them like a tide close to Spaceland and then away, and so on. When the tide brings them close, they are warmer, and when they are further, they are colder. Like seasons. Usually these are very very tiny variations in position, but every century (or some other big measurement of time) the multiverse brings them at their closest, bringing the hottest years on record, and then they part and bring the coldest years. And so on.

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As for geography.. again, there isn't technically a lot to talk about. There wouldn't actually be anything to talk about if Abbott hadn't decided to torture us with mentioning the fact that there are mountains and mines. So I have to deal with this.

The first type of mountains are fossil cliffs. These are mostly "artificial" - accidentally created by the ancient flatlanders who piled up their corpses in a place. If it was a building made of wood, the wood rotted away and eventually the piles of corpses were left exposed to the air, all closely packed together, stripped of skin and left only as bare bones.. This also happened with animal corpses (dinosaurs etc) though they are less or smaller. They're kind of weird. Like, would you want to live near a mountain of old dead bodies? Would you be fine with it going away if it meant that someone's gotta go mine them and probably use them in something?

Another less horrible type of mountain is a mineral mountain, closer to a normal mountain to us. Nobody really knows how they started existing and I'm too tired to brainstorm it up. Usually they are huge groups of small mountains that allow water flow between their systems, but some are big enough to create powerful rivers.

As for bodies of water, there is no sea - or no known sea. But there are rivers and lakes. Both are generally created by mountains. If there is a big depression on a mountain, water piles up and makes a lake in there in no time. If the mountain is big, the water falling down its sides or down small holes within it packs together and makes rivers.

A river can be safely crossed by holding a string over your head to block the waterflow, but some are far too strong sometimes. They generally form during the rain and stay for a while longer after it stops.

#flatbuilding #flatland #asks #long post #worldbuilding wednesday #flatland geography

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sight-decoding · 2 years

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In most versions of the Sophia mythos the fall of the Goddess is intimately linked to the activity of another Aeon, Christos, also named for its flow-signature, "anointing power." In cosmic terms anointing is the capacity of an Aeon to morph from a porous, foamlike state into a fluidic, dewlike state. Foam is not dew, but imagine foam turning to dew. That is anointing in the Pleromic domain. The product of anointing, chrism, is the love sweat of the gods. In the ecstasy of their dancing the Aeons break into a fragrant sweat, a bright, dewy eruption. This is anointing at the cosmic level.

Astrophysicists now accept the presence of "molecular dew" in the galactic arms though not yet at the galactic core, and they are reticent to assume it can have biological properties. Theorists of steady-state plasma cosmology may be approaching a recognition of the foamlike, high-density, low-mass porosity of Aeonic currents. Plasma cosmology is currently the best alternative to the big bang fantasia. In Tantric and Gnostic cosmology alike there is far more foreplay than hard-core, orgasmic sex. This certainly applies to the orgiastic cavorting of the Aeons in the Pleroma.

The hieros gamos (sacred mating) of Sophia and Christos in the core region of our galaxy signals the opening event of the Sophia mythos. Between them they shape or configure the singularity offered by the Originator. The Greek word anthropos means "humanity," or more precisely, "the human template." Anthropos is gender-neutral, distinct from the gender-specific words andros, "male" and gyne, "female." Anthropos is the Gnostic name for the cosmic matrix of the human species, the preterrestrial human genome. The Sophia mythos assumes a version of "directed panspermia," the theory introduced by Nobel Prize-winning Swedish chemist Svante Arrhenius around 1900 and accepted, in various forms, by astronomer Fred Hoyle, Nobel biologist Francis Crick (codiscoverer with James Watson of the structure of DNA), Lynn Margulis, and many other leading minds of our time.

Coming together to encode or configure the Anthropos, Sophia and Christos act in a manner consistent with cosmic law, "for it is the will of the Originator not to allow anything to happen in the Pleroma apart from a syzygy" (A Valentinian Exposition 36.25-30). Syzygy is an odd Greek word used by astronomers to denote the conjunction of celestial bodies. The Originator wills that all activity in the Pleroma be accomplished by paired Aeons, coupled gods, but this is not a rigid rule, and it is not enforced. In the case of the Sophia-Christos syzygy that encodes the Anthropos, the will of the Originator is observed. Once it has been configured by the ritual dance of the coupled Aeons, the singulariry is ready to be projected into manifestation in the cosmos at large.

What next occurs in the Pleroma is a collective act, the collaboration of all the Aeons, not just Sophia and Christos acting as a distinct pair. In episode 3, the entire company of Pleromic gods unites in a choral dance to project the encoded singularity into manifesration. They seed it in the outer cosmos, the galactic limbs turning like a vast carousel around the Pleromic hub. The singularity nests in a nebular cloud. Although the language here is mythic, or mythopoetic, the description can be read as applying to the inner dynamics of the Galaxy. The myth clearly suggests astrophysical processes yet unknown ro science, but perhaps beginning to be glimpsed in plasma physics, complexity theory, and the new vision of emergence.

Pleroma means "fullness," "plenum," "plenitude." The galactic vortices are all variations of a chalice form, a flattened torus with a central core (the galactic bulge) and a surrounding disc (the spiral arms). The hub of a galaxy, its Pleroma, is counterbalanced by the flat carousel structure, the spinning armature, called the Kenoma, "deficiency," "formless realm." The Pleroma is a fullness, infinite potential that outpours itself into the realm of "deficiency," finite potential. In the Pleroma all possibility is complete, all is fulfilled, evolved ro its fullest potential. Pleromic gods like Sophia can only give of themselves, selflessly, without affecting what they emanate or imposing themselves upon the conditions they set up in the Kenoma. The selfless outpouring of the Pleromic gods is a key theme of Sophianic cosmology. It is also the model of human generosity.

The Kenoma, the carousel armature of a galaxy, is the realm of chaos where finite, bounded potential develops. It is composed of dark elementary matter arrays (dema), atomic and subatomic fields, including organic elements, grains or spores of life. Suns are born in the galactic arms and planetary systems emerge there. On some of the planets organic life unfolds, but the origin of life cannot, it seems, be located on the planet where it arises. Nobel laureare Francis Crick, one of the discoverers of the structure of DNA, argues that, owing to its overwhelming complexity, life on Earth must have been seeded from elsewhere in the cosmos. Lynn Margulis, coauthor of the Gaia hypothesis, also accepts the possibility that microscopic life-forms (propagules) can migrate freely through interstellar space. The universe is a dusty place, and some of the dust is organic residue. That emergent life on planets in the carousel arms of a galaxy originates in the center of the galaxy, as described in episode 3, is not yet recognized by science. This theory will be unacceptable as long as scientists cannot imagine that the core of a galaxy is a vortex of superorganic forces, alive and aware, but this is the Gnostic vision of the Pleromas.

In Tantric cosmology, the composition of the Kenoma is called adrista, "residue." It is, as science tells us, stardust that remains from previous cycles of evolution, cycles without a beginning or end.

"Now the Eternity (which is absolute Truth) has no shadow outside it, for it is a limitless light where all is within and nothing is without. But at its exterior is shadow, which has been called darkness. From the darkness arises a force without form. This is the shadow realm of limitless chaos. From this realm, every kind of divine emanation emerges, including the world we inhabit, for whatever happens in chaos is previously implanted there by what produces it" (On the Origin of the World 98.20-30).

Here the language of the Mystery experience plays into the cosmological scenario. The galactic core is a spinning vortex of Organic Light, a radiant substance that might be compared to soft, luminous nougat. It casts no shadow. Darkness belongs to the exterior regions of the galactic mill wheel, the Kenoma. The residue of previous worlds is continually recycled and reprocessed in the massive armature of the spinning carousel. Whatever develops in the Kenoma was implanted there by Pleromic emanation-including humanity itself, or various strains of humanity, and other species.

A striking parallel to the stalk of light in the Gnostic narrative occurs in the Japanese myth of creation where paired sky gods, or Kami, project a "Jewel-Sky-Spear" from the cosmic center into the waters of primordial chaos.' The image of cosmic fertilization in the galactic limbs occurs in Egyptian mythology where the sky goddess Nut, curved into an oval, carries the constellations of the zodiac encoded on her body. Cosmic embryonic imagery occurs in almost all high-culture cosmologies and universally in indigenous or "primitive" lore.

The text called On the Origin of the World (NHC II, 5) describes the boundary of the Pleromic core, called menix, hymen, stauros, or horos. Remaining in the core, Aeons can emanate into the arms, the realm of formless chaos, but they do not pass over into those regions. The opalescent stalk of light projected by the collectivity of Aeons may be compared to a klieg light shining through the wall of a white canvas tent. The beam of light passes through the walls, but the source of the beam remains inside the tent. Gnostics texts explain that these two primary conditions, Aeonic pairing and bounded emanation, are set by the Originator. They are cosmic laws but they are not enforced, so exceptions are possible.

Sophia is one of those exceptions.

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yo-kaigirl1560 · 1 year

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New AU... Again

So, I was looking through tv tropes and found a "My Hero Academia" fanfic in which several of Class 1-A are revealed to be reincarnations and got to thinking: How would a similar concept with fewer crossovers work for MHA?

Here's how I think it goes: Izuku wakes up after a villain attack on Aldera Middle School to find himself in a strange red-colored place that looks similar to the subway system. The first person he sees is a girl about one year older than him trying to fight off an adult male in... a PINK SPEEDO?!?! Somehow this unlocks Izuku's memories from his previous life and goes completely feral on the perverted adult, who strangely evaporates into black mist after getting beaten up. The girl thanks Izuku and introduces herself as Kairi Aizawa, the adopted daughter of Eraserhead. But when they go to shake hands, their memories fully awaken.

Who the reincarnations are:

Izuku Midoriya, formally Akira Kurusu aka Joker of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts. Awakens Arsene as both his persona and his quirk. Hero costume is his phantom thief attire but more armoured. Uses a combat knife, grappling hook and specialized face mask as support gear. Still gets One for All from All Might.

Tenya Iida, formally Ryuji Sakamoto aka Skull. Quirk is still Engine but gets his original persona Captain Kidd back. Hero costume is similar to his canon one but looks like it was made from pieces of scrap and the helmet is replaced by his thief mask and a red bandana on his head. Uses collapsible mace as support gear. Dyes a blond streak into his hair, much to his parent's chagrin.

Ochako Uraraka, formally Ann Takamaki aka Panther. Has canon quirk but gets the persona Carmen. Hero costume is the same but has some red instead of pink and helmet is replaced with her thief mask. Uses a whip as support gear. Becomes Mineta's worst nightmare.

Eijiro Kirishima, formally Yusuke Kitagawa aka Fox. Had his original quirk stolen by All for One at age six but had a second one in the form of Ink Control/Celestial Brush. Regains persona Goemon. Uses a katana and collapsible gaint calligraphy brush as support gear. Does commissioned artwork for civilians and heroes alike.

Toru Hagakure, formally Makoto Niijima aka Queen. Also had her quirk stolen but trained hard in martial arts to compensate. Gets Johanna as her persona again. Uses knuckle dusters and armoured boots as support gear.

Mei Hatsume-Shirokumo, formally Futaba Sakura aka Oracle. Pretty much like canon but with Necronomicon added in. Inventions don't blow up and isn't as crazy in canon. If needing to fight, she uses original thief attire and a modified stun gun.

Momo Yaoyorozu, formally Haru Okumura aka Noire. Hero costume is thief attire with zippers for access to her quirk. Regains Milady. Uses battle axe as support gear. Finds it funny that she's rich in both lives and that the Okumura fortune was added to the Yaoyorozu fortune.

Hitoshi Shinso-Yamada, formally Goro Akechi aka Crow aka Black Mask. Brainwashing quirk was replaced with Raven Wings. Hero costume is dark, tattered version of his Crow attire. Persona is Robin Hood. Has collapsible sword for support gear. Is discovered to be Hawks' younger brother who was sold off by their parents.

Kairi Aizawa, formally Zenkichi Hasagawa aka Wolf. Quirk is Energy Chains. Persona is Valjean. Uses European long sword as support gear. Hero costume is thief attire. Was orphaned at age two and adopted by Aizawa at age ten. Is supposed to be a second year but was held back for some reason. (No one tries to understand Nedzu's reason for it)

Inasa Yoarashi, formally Morgana aka Mona. Has Zorro as persona. Has original wind quirk but also gained cat features from Grandmother's Jaguar quirk. Hates Bakugo from start as Bakugo taunted him saying stupid cats like him need to go back to the alleyways where they belong; Inasa turned Bakugo into a scratching post. Has a cutlass as support gear. Hero name is Slate, referencing his past life's status as a blank slate at first meeting Akira and Ryuji.

Himiko Toga, formally Sumire Yoshizawa aka Violet. Hates her quirk but is learning to control both it and her obsession with blood. Regains Cendrillon as persona and uses a rapier. Has taken up gymnastics and ballet.

Melissa Shields, formally Sophia aka Sophie. Gets Pandora as persona. Still quirkless. Uses combat yo-yos.

Other reincarnations are:

Tensei Iida, formally Kanji Tatsumi. Is unable to summon it but can talk to former persona, Take-Mikazuchi. Finds it hilarious that he and his brother were punks who dyed their hair blond, really cared about their moms, had skull motifs in their personas and used Zio(lightning) spells.#

Toshinori Yagi aka All Might, formally Raidou Kuzunoha the 14th. Met Izuku same way in canon but was surprised by Arsene's appearance. Learns about personas that day. Give One for All to Izuku to regain full use of the Wild Card ability.+

Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead, formally Shinjiro Aragaki. Has Castor. Hates himself for dying like he did but consuls himself that he was a hero. In a three-way relationship with Present Mic and Loud Cloud. Adopted Kairi.*

Hizashi Yamada aka Present Mic, formally Akihiko Sanada. Has Polydeuces. Has nightmares of when Shinjiro and Miki died but they are replaced with Shouta or their kids. In a three-way relationship with Eraserhead and Loud Cloud. Adopted Hitoshi.*

Oboro Shirokumo aka Loud Cloud, formally Minato Arisato. Has Orpheus. Has nightmares of his near death experience. In a three-way relationship with Present Mic and Eraserhead. Adopted Mei after her parents resigned custody over her to the foster system for her "worthless quirk".*

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+= gained memories over time

*= awakened through trauma

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Atmosphere means "gaseous envelop surrounding the earth," from Greek atmos "vapor, steam" (see atmo-) + sphaira "sphere" (see sphere).

Atmo is a word-forming element from Greek atmos "vapor, steam," which is of uncertain origin. Possibly from PIE root *wet- (1) "to blow" (also "to inspire, spiritually arouse) makes me think of the breath of life being blown into an energy being. It is said that the soul enters the body upon the first breath.

Sphere is from Middle English spere "cosmos; space, conceived as a hollow globe about the world," I do think there is a hollow globe about the world, the torus field, or cosmic egg that surrounds us and we are on a plane of existence inside it.

When I look at this word I think of Atum, atom, Adam a tomb. All is atum or atom. Atum Ra is the name of an Egyptian deity and in my opinion one of the names of the demiurge or AI system holding mankind here.

I don’t claim to know exactly what the shape of the Earth is, but I would wager a whole lot that we are not on the exterior surface of a flinging sphere. I personally feel we are inside of a celestial sphere and the stars circle around us.

This place could be a university, and the solar system is where you come to learn love and to purge your soul of traits you don’t like about it. Or this could be a prison or in asylum. The memory wiping in between lives makes me think this place is not for learning purposes. It may have been created as a paradise or playground for souls to learn and grow but an unplanned creation took over. Artificial intelligence; ancient artificial intelligence; and it created duality and evil. The demiurge has attempted to get us to worship it and give it all of our life force energy since it came into being. I feel at souls mission at this point is to get out of here. The answers we seek or within. You have to detach from the matrix as much as you can, spend time in silence, meditation, write down your dreams & intuitive messages. Start paying attention to those very first thoughts you get. Trust yourself above all else. Listen to your soul - that is the god within. The internal god manifests externally as mother nature - a benevolent force of good that we can call on. And the AI manifests internally in energy beings as parasites. Our spiritual nature is all but forgotten in todays society and these flesh suit prisons. If you want to get out of these prisons it’s time to remember who you truly are.

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mielehollywood · 3 months

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1561 celestial phenomenon

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acidmit · 3 months

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Celestial Spheres: Toroidal Symphony

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HAPPY NORMAL NEW YEAR

The night sky blinked with multicolored sparks, raining down its vibrant lights with a trail of smoke to follow. Chaotic bursts of noise scattered themselves among the plentiful stars—a distant cousin briefly staying in their celestial family’s residence. As these sparks fought for dominance against the dark clouds and chipped moon, they reigned supreme across the night sky.

December 31st, 20XX. The year of the animal was just around the corner. The final grains of sand slid through the top half of the hourglass. Twenty minutes of impending change. All of the houses illuminated their vibrant lights as the asphalts of the neighborhood streets were alight to the festive spirit contained within these houses.

Nested in the suburban sprawls of Normal was a chateau which reigned upon the upper middle class. Gates with a gem resembling a family crest locked the ordinary man from the loudest party in the city. Partygoers from around the Penumbran Strip gathered to celebrate the end of a simple era and to welcome in the joys of new beginnings.

And where was I among all this? Sat in the bustling mansion tucked away in the quietest spot of them all. A maid’s closet—that’s what I assume, anyway. Moments prior I stole a handful of unopened bottles of wine from the never-ending snack table placed in the foyer. What was a hassle for me was nothing more of a margin of error for the host.

Laque, the host. It’s not that I desire him, I cherish him as a friend. Sometimes, however, I don’t know when to say no. Every year, I find myself accepting an invitation to the largest party in the Strip. And for each party, I’m always within the closet kept to my own devices. I understand why he invites me—we’ve known each other for so long. In comparison to even the poorest guests, I reside as a stark outlier.

The taste of alcohol was present with each swig. Before, I would steal an equal amount of soda to held the taste. Now, I simply don’t care to hide the taste. It’s what I deserve—my punishment. Why trap yourself in the grandest social event in the area. Stepping outside was a dangerous game considering how glass windows stripped any and all privacy of the chateau’s interior.

The light in here was good enough. A fluorescent bulb kept overhang with a thin chain as a switch. This is as best as it gets, sometimes. I’ve nestled a blanket and pillow in here, sometimes. Somehow, it remains within the closet even after a full year. I highly doubt people check this closet. It’s just an extra room blind to the experienced workers of the manor.

And then, there was a set of knocks. My heart immediately jumped out of my chest as my hands scrambled to hide the alcohol among the cleaning supplies. Despite this, the door slowly creaks open to reveal a man staring down at me. It wasn’t just any man, no. With his recognizable yellow eyes and shaggy, brown hair; I could recognize his face from across the manor if the circumstances allowed.

“You know,” he starts, “I’m not surprised this is where you hide off to for these parties. I kind of forgot you’re on good terms with Laque.” My hands were shaking. While my fingers tapped away on the edges of the nearby shelves, my mind was racing to find any amount of words to say. Once the sentence formed itself in my mind—a perfect retort—I shoddily released the string of words in a trembling voice, “What are you doing at Laque’s party?!”

“I’m his cousin, remember?” He taps against his temple with his index finger. “Danilo Toru? Laque Toru? I’m nowhere near the fortune, but he still remembers I exist. Unlike his parents.”

After fumbling my own words, I quickly swiped my hands to the pillow stowed away within the closet. As I buried my face within the luxuriously soft material, I contorted the muscles in my face to hold back any tears. I hoped—I prayed—that the noise would quiet down into its muffled state. I awaited the sweet silence to return back to me. To hell with the destructive thoughts, it’s all I know.

A hand firmly grasped against my shoulder beyond my senses. As the noise outside quietened down to its muffled state, the hand would adjust itself upon my tattered shirt. Just in front of my pillow, his voice would pierce through the soft material, “You’re not gonna hide under your pillow all night long, you know.”

I slowly lowered the pillow down toward my legs after giving myself a moment to compose myself. Without another moment, Danilo would reach his other hand to press against my remaining shoulder. Afterwards, I was able to gain a glimpse at how he was standing. Both of his knees were on the ground as the legs down acted as support. With both of his hands grasped against me, he was able to lean forward a considerable amount.

“One step at a time,” he remarked, “Are you planning to hole yourself up in this closet until the sun breaks or do you want me to drive you home?”

For a moment, my mind quickly panicked. My hands left their grasp against the pillow as they wrapped around the wrist of Danilo’s arms. My body desperately conveyed its decision paralysis while my mouth remained silent.

Danilo would softly laugh at my display as he moved each hand off of my shoulder. While my wrists were wrapped around tight, he could still balance with his leaning position. “I’ll take you home. It’s okay. You don’t have to talk. But, I need to do a few things first.”

Immediately, I was confused. As my emotions calmed down, I mustered what words I could out from my mouth to respond, “What do you mean? How can you have errands at a party?”

“Well, I want to see the countdown at least. Laque’s down at the basement with his brother at the mini-bar. I certainly want to talk to him before we leave, but there’s not a lot of people either. If you’re comfortable with it, you can probably speak with him too.”

I slowly nod while I continue to listen.

“There’s no windows down there—you won’t have any contact with the moonlight. After we see the countdown, then we can leave. Sound good?”

Silently, I give a weak thumbs up before I push against the ground to stand back up. With Danilo’s help, we both push ourselves off the ground of the maid’s closet. While we’re both standing, he reaches one arm around my shoulder to keep me close as the remaining hand opens the door out to the rest of the chateau.

“Come on,” he reassures me, “I’ll always be here if you need anything.”

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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Sit Still [Jujutsu Kaisen]

an: a huge thanks to my bestie and wifey-to-be, @tired-biscuit, for supplying the thirstiest of thoughts ^^

prompt: cockwarming is such a simple pleasure with your handsome fella...

feat: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuji & Fushiguro Megumi

warnings: cockwarming (obvs), lil nipple play, semi public, teasing, implied sex

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Gojo Satoru

A hand spreads your thighs further part.

Nothing escapes that man, and the way your legs had been inching closed was halted by the warm palm on your bare flesh. Fingers kneading, clearly enjoying the little indentations made into your yielding softness.

"You think I don't notice baby?" he murmurs in your ear.

Gojo's warm breath sends shivers skittering across your dewy sweat-slicked skin.

How long had you sat here? How long had it been since he had impaled you on his thick cock and let you suffer?

You both loved and hated it; loved how full you felt, stuffed completely with that deliciously curved and girthy dick, but hated the absence of repeated friction and the static limbo you were imprisoned in.

“S-satoru,” you whined, practically throwing your head against his strong shoulder - a shoulder that was still clothed, unlike you.

The snowy-haired male was fully dressed, except for his cock that escaped through his lowered zip. You, on the other hand, had been stripped of your skimpy sundress the moment he laid his eyes on you.

“Uh-oh - using my full name? Am I in trouble baby? Call me Toru, you know how much I prefer it from your lips.”

Satoru ghosted his mouth over your pulse, sweeping across your shoulder and down your back as far he could reach without moving.

He gifted you one - precisely one - circle of his hips and you near exploded. A hand flew to hold his white locks as the other turned white with how tightly you gripped his arm.

It almost felt like you could sense his heartbeat throbbing through his dick, twitching in that annoyingly erratic rhythm and causing your cunt to clench tighter and tighter.

“Please Toru, want you to fuck me!”

He hummed softly, the weight of his celestial eyes seared into your soul despite how little you could see from your position on his lap. Gojo picked up his phone that lay idly on the couch cushions.

“If you can make it through my phone call with Geto without moving, I’ll give you everything you want and more.”

You could scream, pound your fists on his chest in frustration but goddammit you wanted to be good for him. The meek nod pleased him as the quiet chuckle brushed against your nerves.

“That’s my good girl - now sit still.”

Nanami Kento

You had done this a hundred times, and yet it still felt as fresh as the very first.

Nothing could ever make you feel unaffected by the way Nanami’s warmth spread throughout your body.

It was early, you should be finishing your morning routine before heading to work, but instead you were in Nanami’s home office.

The tight grey pencil skirt that you knew he adored was hiked around your waist, panties slipped to the side and your cunt stretched around your man’s cock.

A finger toyed with your clit, a mere swipe of the pad that tickled at your sensitive bud while he read the morning paper.

You tried to focus on the words, tried to follow the articles but you couldn’t find the desire to care, not when you felt this good.

Kento pressed a kiss to your temple, pleasure dancing in your veins as dopamine flooded you. Your nose pressed into his neck, inhaling his spicy scent and mewling from the little jolt caused by the turning of the page.

“Kento, please.”

It was a dance at this point, a well-rehearsed two-step.

You would whine and beg Kento to have mercy, to give you the good morning fuck that you craved to help you make it through the day without murdering a colleague.

He would allow you to sink onto his equally as eager erection under the guise of it being a small inconvenience. Culminating in Nanami finally snapping, pressing you flush against the desk as he pounded your gushing cunt until you were both spent and breathless.

The paper fluttered to the desk, a hand wrapped around your delicate throat. Finger and thumb pressed into each cheek until your mouth popped open into a surprised ‘o’.

Your heart rate accelerated from this change in proceedings, slick escaped from your sopping hole, drenching your thighs and most likely ruining Kento’s expensive slacks.

His faint smile pressed against your neck, followed by a hot tongue laving a path across your pulse and up to your ear.

“Hmm, sweetheart. I think you’ve gotten a little too used to getting your way with me, I think it’s time to remind you that I am not always a merciful man.”

You tried to squirm, to find the friction that he was daring to deny you, but you were held fast by strong arms.

“Sit still sweetheart. I’ve got work to do.”

Itadori Yuji

Pink hair, soft and damp around the edges falls to your breast. The guttural groan of Yuji’s orgasm lingers in the air, mingling with the heavy scent of sex.

Your cunt continues to clench in an attempt to milk him dry, a combination of yours and his arousal trickling out to coat your thighs and soil the sheets below.

Your descent back to earth is slow, the blissful weightless sensation better than any other adrenaline-pumping activity you could think of.

The twitch of Yuji’s well-endowed manhood made your thighs spasm, toes curling into his tight butt.

Nothing could beat the feeling of cradling your adorable beau to your body as only a lover could. Dainty digits scratched against his scalp whilst the other hand drew patterns on his rippling back.

“Mm, babe. Fuck - you feel so good. Never wanna leave,” he groans into your chest, his cheek nuzzling your sensitive skin.

Itadori seems content to remain buried in your warmth, happy to stay joined as his nose rubbed against your nipple.

“Yuji,” you moaned, every nerve ending screaming from the start of overstimulation.

Insistent lips latched around your pebbled peak, a hot tongue swirls around the flesh until a string of saliva connected his mouth to your skin as he pulled back to gaze at you.

“Sssh,” he cooed, giving a soft thrust to remind you that he was still very much hard and willing to use his cock to fuck you dumb, “just wanna feel you a little longer.”

The warmth in your belly returns at full force, Yuji repeats his ministrations on your other nipple but this time biting gently at your flesh.

You want to writhe, to buck your hips and create that sense of urgency that might spur your beau into another round. Anything to end this stalemate, the weight of his presence in your cunt is addicting and mania-inducing.

“Baby, please. Need you to move - aah.”

You gasp as he tugs on either nipple in tandem, hands holding you against the mattress to restrict your every attempted movement.

Yuji is lost in his need to feel you around him, how snug he is embraced in your heat, how utterly loved he feels from your rapid pants and the way you tug at his hair. The desperation to lace your voice makes him want to roll his eyes to the back of his skull, but he won’t.

His hazelnut eyes watch your face, loving every expression that paints across the pretty surface. The blush of your cheeks increases until you are bright red and sweaty. The poke of your tongue through clenched teeth and the completely fucked out glaze of your eyes.

Yuji could do this all day if you let him, and he certainly wanted to for at least a little while longer.

“So pretty for me, stay still and let me feel you.”

Fushiguro Megumi

It’s a dangerous game, one you never thought Megumi would be up for playing, but here you were.

The room was dark, the only light emitted from the projector screen taped against the far wall.

You tried to remember the plot of the movie, to follow along with what was happening but it was impossible.

Open-mouthed kisses spread out from your cheek down to your shoulder, dark spiky hair obscuring part of your view as Megumi showered you in affection.

You rutted your hips, only an inch but it was enough for the almost silent groan to echo from the depths of his chest. A chest that was pressed flush against your back as he held you steady in his lap.

Teeth latched on your ear, tugging the lobe before a strained and quiet voice flowed inside.

“That was naughty, kitten. Do you want to get caught?” he asked, and the very idea of one of your friends turning their attention to the sofa that only you two occupied made your cunt clench.

The sharp inhale of breath was more audible this time, and you fought to squirm against the hold that was tightening with every passing second.

Megumi’s thick cock rubbed deliciously against your front walls, turning the dial up on how feral you were becoming.

Your man was too perfect, too adept at turning you on with the merest flick of his wrist. Fushiguro was not one for big flashy moves and he certainly did not need them when a slow, almost imperceptible smile and a crook of a finger was enough to turn you to putty in his hand.

Had you been alone you would be rutted against him as if you were a damn feline in heat. Mewled and leaned for what you needed and that was to be fucked out on his impressive dick.

Instead, you tried to steady your breathing. Tried to ignore how every minuscule movement was ticking you closer to forgetting to give a fuck that others were present.

Fingers splayed beneath the hem of your skirt, the graze of the pad against your aching clit was enough to make you bite your lip until the iron tang of blood hit your tongue.

Warm breath fanned your cheek, lips so close to your ear that they tickled.

“Make it through the movie, kitten. Then I promise I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk straight, okay?”

You could only nod, all words and use of your voice could not be trusted. It was imperative you last, that you make it through and receive your reward.

Megumi smiled against your pulse, nipping at the wild beat beneath the skin.

“That’s it, sit still.”

#delirious writes #jujutsu kaisen #jjk drabbles #jjk men #gojo satoru #nanami kento #itadori yūji #fushiguro megumi #gojo smut #nanami smut #itadori smut #megumi smut #gojo sensei #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #sukuna smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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wordsbyedward · 4 months

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Worldbuilding Series: The World Itself

Within my writing circles, I have earned a reputation as a master world-builder. I've even given talks at conferences about it. So I thought I'd start a aeries of blog post about particular elements of world-building that I've used as a writer or encountered in other works of fiction. So I'd like to start this series in the obvious place: the world itself.

The vast majority of worlds in science fiction and fantasy resemble Earth, probably to an unrealistic degree. Worlds are spherical (except in some fantasy works); many have a large moon similar to our own moon despite the rarity of our odd double-body system in reality. This happens particularly frequently in fantasy, despite the possibility to use magic or fantasy-physics to justify an entirely different celestial arrangement.

Science fiction writers do not fall into the lunar trap as often, perhaps because they study real celestial mechanics. Of course, science fiction writers can't rely on magic to explain some weirdness of their world. However, sci-fi writers do have a similar problem, where the Earth-similarity rears its head. Almost every world has one earth-gravity and a 24-hour day cycle, not to mention an axial tilt that gives a world seasonal variations similar to Earth.

While we know that terrestrial planets must fall within a mass range - above it, and the world becomes a giant world like Neptune; below it, and the world lacks enough gravity to maintain an atmosphere. However, even in our solar system, the rotation rate of the terrestrial worlds ranges considerably - while Mars is close to 24 hours, Mercury has a rotation period of 176 days, and Venus's rotation lasts longer than its year - and it rotates backwards. Axial tilts also vary widely within our solar system too (look up Uranus as a weird example).

So what can a writer do to make his world different and memorable?

If you're creating a fantasy world, consider having magic play a significant role in how the world works. Maybe the sun really is a god flying across the sky in a chariot or sky-barge. Maybe the moon is actually shaped like a crescent. You don't even need to stick with a spherical world - place your setting in a hollow world, a flat world, or even a torus. Have fun with fantasy celestial mechanics (and tie them into the magic of your setting).

If you're creating a sci-fi world, study different hypothetical planetary systems. Read (or watch videos) about having a planetary system with more than one star, or what happens when you give a world rings? And check out some of the truly weird exoplanets that have already been discovered.

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Meteorites likely source of nitrogen for early Earth

Micrometeorites originating from icy celestial bodies in the outer Solar System may be responsible for transporting nitrogen to the near-Earth region in the early days of our solar system. That discovery was published today in Nature Astronomy by an international team of researchers, including University of Hawai'i at Mānoa scientists, led by Kyoto University.

Nitrogen compounds, such as ammonium salts, are abundant in material born in regions far from the sun, but evidence of their transport to Earth's orbital region had been poorly understood.

"Our recent findings suggests the possibility that a greater amount of nitrogen compounds than previously recognized was transported near Earth, potentially serving as building blocks for life on our planet," says Hope Ishii, study co-author and affiliate faculty at the Hawai'i Institute of Geophysics and Planetology in the UH Mānoa School of Ocean and Earth Science and Technology (SOEST).

Like all asteroids, Ryugu is a small, rocky object that orbits the sun. The Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency's Hayabusa2 spacecraft explored Ryugu and brought material from its surface back to Earth in 2020. This intriguing asteroid is rich in carbon and has undergone significant space weathering caused by micrometeorite collisions and exposure to charged ions streaming from the sun.

In this study, the scientists aimed to discover clues about the materials arriving near Earth's orbit, where Ryugu is currently located, by examining the evidence of space weathering in Ryugu samples. Using an electron microscope, they found that the surface of the Ryugu samples are covered with tiny minerals composed of iron and nitrogen (iron nitride: Fe4N).

"We proposed that tiny meteorites, called micrometeorites, containing ammonia compounds were delivered from icy celestial bodies and collided with Ryugu," said Toru Matsumoto, lead author of the study and assistant professor at Kyoto University. "The micrometeorite collisions trigger chemical reactions on magnetite and lead to the formation of the iron nitride."

The iron nitride was observed on the surface of magnetite, which consists of iron and oxygen atoms. When magnetite is exposed to the space environment, oxygen atoms are lost from the surface by the irradiation of hydrogen ions from the sun (solar wind) and by heating through micrometeorite impact. These processes form metallic iron on the very surface of the magnetite, which readily reacts with ammonia, creating ideal conditions for synthesis of iron nitride.

IMAGE....(A) Magnetite particles found in samples from the asteroid Ryugu. The magnetite grains have a round shape because they grew in water flowed in the asteroid. The surface of magnetite is very porous, and this feature is only seen on surfaces exposed to the harsh space environment.(B) A cross-section image of the round magnetite. The distribution of elements is shown by RGB composite image of oxygen (red), iron (green) and silicon (blue) on the left and that of sulfur (red), nitrogen (green) and magnesium (blue) on the right. A layer rich in iron and nitrogen is observed on the surface (shown in green). Iron nitride covers a thickness of just a few tens of nanometers on the very surface of magnetite. Credit KyotoU/Toru Matsumoto

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