#free spirit spheres

[sleepynegress]

About Talk To Me...

I'm currently watching a bootleg and there's a certain kind of horror movie that just pisses me off rather than terrifying me... and it's the kind where people continue to do something terrible/stupid and then consequences happen. This is that kind of movie.

#the critics are raving about this #and I truly do not get it #they are comparing it with k or j horror #but I'm sorry even my faves in that sphere aren't stupidly mean spirited amongst so-called friends #rambling #mini spoiler-free review #barbarian aged better in hindsight and with a clear copy...but I can't see this doing the same

[tinylilemrys]

listen, i'm not one for confrontation, but a few of my friends and i have been receiving really mean-spirited, entitled messages for creating the fandom art we want to create at the pace we want to create it and i'm honestly so sick of it. so, a couple of reminders:

fandom is meant to be fun for everyone, so don't be a dick. it's just that easy.

fandom creators, especially writers, are often creating art for free. they are sharing it with you, not creating it for you. they're under no obligation to update to your time schedule, only create within the sphere of things you personally like, or only create for your fandom.

if you feel there's not enough of what you like in fandom, go out and make it! it's the easiest way to get fandom stuff that caters directly to your tastes. it's far more effective than harassing creators for creating what they want to create.

honestly, some people make fandom so exhausting and it really doesn't have to be.

#fandom #fandom etiquette

[spirit-of-phantom]

URANUS AND HOW YOU EVOKE CHANGE

uranus, the planet of innovation and disruption, invokes change through sudden breakthroughs, unconventional thinking, and radical shifts that challenge existing norms, inspiring progress and revolution in various spheres of life. its influence prompts unexpected awakenings, urging societies and individuals alike to embrace originality, break free from conventions, and embrace forward-thinking approaches to create groundbreaking transformations.

aries / 1H: sparks ideas of self image and identity, promotes individuality and independence in personal matters, sudden and bold changes on how one presents themselves to the world

taurus / 2H: disrupts traditional values and financial systems, innovation in material and personal resources, challenges stability and security regarding one’s own worth and values

gemini / 3H: intellectual breakthroughs and communication within immediate surroundings, need for adaptable thinking in everyday interactions, changes in local community dynamics, education, and siblings

cancer / 4H: disrupts traditional family structures and the concept of home and roots, seeks progressive approaches to domestic life and emotional security, changes in the family environment and inner emotional foundations

leo / 5H: innovations in creativity, entertainment, and self-expression on a personal level, encourages unconventional approaches to hobbies, romance, and children, challenges traditional notions of ego and individuality in personal pursuits

virgo / 6H: stimulates advancements in health, work routines, and service to others, encourages unconventional methods in daily habits and workplace dynamics, provokes changes in technology related to personal wellness and efficiency

libra / 7H: disrupts traditional relationships and partnerships in a one-on-one context, emphasizes the need for fairness and justice in personal interactions, changes in personal unions, contracts, and open enemies

scorpio / 8H: transformative changes in shared resources, intimacy, and psychological depths, innovations in joint finances, sexuality, and occult matters, challenges traditional views on the use of power in personal transformation

sagittarius / 9H: stimulates unconventional ideas in higher education, travel, and personal beliefs, emphasizes the need for freedom and exploration of personal philosophies, changes in personal journeys, spirituality, and worldviews

capricorn / 10H: disrupts traditional structures in career, public reputation, and authority figures, encourages innovations in long-term goals and aspirations, challenges traditional values regarding personal ambitions and societal roles

aquarius / 11H: reinforces its own energy as uranus rules aquarius, encourages radical social changes and humanitarian efforts within personal networks, sparks innovations in personal connections, technology, and communal involvement

pisces / 12H: stimulates imaginative and spiritual breakthroughs in personal realms, encourages unconventional ways of compassion and empathy on an individual level, changes in personal introspection, artistic expressions, and dreams

© spirit-of-phantom 2023

#astrology #houses #sidereal astrology #aquarius #aries #astro observations #astrology 101 #tropical astrology #astro notes #scorpio #uranus #uranus signs #uranus through the houses #uranus houses #natal #transit

[shadowxamyweek]

Art piece is by @lambpaca! Happy Leap Year to all you Lovers

Oh I love this. Friend, again, thank you, thank you, thank you

So there's a silly little tradition that was/is still practiced in several different countries. The tradition was, on the 29th of February, women could propose to men. It is still practiced today, more in jest than anything else, but in my own sphere, I have seen the Leap Year Day become a time when 'unconventional' couples of all stripes get together, both cis and queer.

I always liked this unofficial tradition. My partner and I actually made our plans to get married last Leap Year, in 2020, over text during lockdown. Sitting here, now married to my best friend, I still have a copy of this original print on my phone to remind me of the joy in that moment, as this picture was the thing that started that conversation.

So it's got a lot of sentimentality for me

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The above was drafted before news broke that Tumblr would be partnering with Midjourney and Open Ai. As such, this beautiful art is now protected by the brilliant people of Chicago University and their relentless work to combat scrapping with Glaze and Nightshade.

There is a certain poetics, to me at least, posting this work now. The whole concept of Leap Year engagements was to go against the norm, pushing back against expectations and current reality as we strive for something better. The reason the tradition is no longer mainstream is because many of us have reached a point in our existence where we do not have to wait to be free.

Many, but nowhere near all. The fight is not yet done. As such, we will continue on until it is, in fact, all of us.

This goes for all aspects of personhood, but now, in this specific case, it also means joy in the freedom of art and artistic expression directly in spite of the companies that would seek to try to steal that from us and profit off of its corpse.

In short, fuck the concept that what is happening is normal. Fuck the concept that we are powerless to change it. Love is Love. People are People. Art is Art. Joy cannot be minted in artificial hands, be it those of societal dictation or designed machine. No matter what happens, the human spirit will prevail, and we will break any shit that stands in our way of achieving happiness.

Thank you again, @lambpaca - This means more than words can say.

#shadamy #shadowxamy #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #leap year #lambpaca #sonic #sega #sth

[teejaystumbles]

For Sandtober #6, "golden", and the Monsterfucktober bingo square "undead", I present you something based on one of the books that left an impression on my teenage mind and now that is all I can think of when I get "bones" and "gold" in relation to one another -

Servant of the Bones AU

In Babylon, about 600 years BC, Hob, a young handsome shepherd, is forced to become the new statue of the god Marduk but through a secret ritual conducted by a witch does not die and is made into an undying spirit who has to serve whoever owns his bones. The witch botches up the ritual and dies, leaving Hob with his mind his own - even if he has to obey the bones’ current master, he is able to think for himself and over the centuries he outsmarts a lot of his crueler masters, leading to their demise and to the box being inscribed with more and more warnings not to summon what is inside.

First AU variant: In 2022, Dream Endlos [lol let’s give him the German name variant for once], a successful author of books and screenplays, buys an old mansion (Fawney Rig) which is full of old occult stuff from the previous owner. While he sorts through the stuff he comes to the conclusion that he’ll have to hire an expert to ascertain the value of a lot of objects. He trips over a box on his way out and it falls over and unlatches, revealing a glimmer of gold inside. Curious, Dream opens it and finds the golden bones of what seems to be a complete human skeleton. The box is inscribed with ancient warnings in almost every language from cuneiform to hieroglyphs to Greek and Latin. Dream is both horrified and fascinated.

He reverently places the bones back inside the box, carefully handles the skull and wonders about the person they belonged to. He goes to bed, his mind spinning with possible scenarios and stories concerning the bones, the box, the warnings. He lies awake for hours. Late at night he gets up again and goes back downstairs. He takes the box back up into his bedroom and sits before it. “Who were you?” he asks the box, and there is a quiet whisper of a man’s voice near his ear. “My name. Is Hob.”

Second AU variant (that I like almost better because I know how it would end): 

Burgess gets his hands on the bones after he captures Dream. He uses Hob to try and get Dream to talk, in so far as that he sends him down to talk to Dream and learn his secrets, in the hopes it might work because Hob is a supernatural being. Hob is fascinated with Dream immediately and tells him that he should not talk to him so he won’t have to betray anything to Burgess. “You mustn’t tell me anything important, I cannot lie to my master. If he commands me to tell him what you said I’ll have to answer. But I can tell you about a lot of things, if you’re bored. You must be bored, right?”

Dream is in turn fascinated with Hob and his strange curse and after a while they talk about unimportant things, things they like and dislike, they tell each other stories. Hob tells Dream how he was made into what he is against his will. Dream aches with sympathy. Burgess is frustrated because he gets no results. Maybe he also tries to have Hob use force on Dream but luckily the magic circle and spells make it impossible for Hob to enter the sphere Dream is held in. Events happen like in episode 1, Alex inherits Hob’s bones but barely uses him to do anything because he’s almost more scared of Hob than he is of Dream. Hob talks to Paul more than he talks to Alex and he tries to subtly influence the man to let Dream go. It takes decades but eventually Paul is showing signs of having had enough. Hob warns Dream to be alert and begs him to please take his bones with him if he escapes. Events unfold like in canon and Dream breaks free. He leaves without Hob’s bones, too weak to search for them right away. He knows where they are but he can’t get them without reclaiming his power first. 

Hob thinks Dream has left him to his fate and is full of sadness and despair. He returns to the bones, his master caught in an eternal waking nightmare. Paul takes the bones and calls on him to help Alex, but Hob can't help and so he ignores the pleas and doesn't even manifest. Paul is frustrated and puts the bones into a safe and out of his mind. When Dream has got the sand, helm and ruby back he goes back to Fawney Rig and searches for Hob. He finds his bones and takes them with him to the Dreaming, putting them into his own private rooms. Hob does not answer him and Dream pleads for forgiveness and begs Hob to come back to him. Only when he places a kiss on the forehead of the golden skull do the bones start to vibrate and come together and Hob is able to form himself a new body, with the help of the power of the Dreaming, a body that holds his bones and is free of the box so he will not be bound to any master ever again. :)

#technically the servant is a genie/spirit but I still count him as undead because of the bones I hope that's fine #sandtober2023 #monsterfucktoberbingo #dreamling #the sandman fanart #teejaystumbles #the sandman fanfiction #teejay writes

[talonabraxas]

I appear in sea, in wind, in soil, in starlight. In the sun I appear. I appear in mountains and desert rain. I am the star and I am the stone. I am bird and fish, sky and sea. One and whole eternally, I come, differentiating, multiplying, refracting like a ray of light through ten thou-sand water-droplet prism pearls suspended in earth's highest sphere. Shining I come, to touch the surface of this matter world in a splashing, multicolored chorus of light men and light women, created to bring beauty, love, order and grace to this sacred dance of atomic form. Stardust. Frozen starlight. You call it matter. It is an art form with which we have worked for twenty billion years. We have sculpted it into star systems, galaxies and a universe of rainbow-spectrum worlds. We are the children of light. We have been given the task of creating dimensional reality. We draw order, structure and beauty out of the vibrating music of starlight.

From the redwood forests to the microbes, from the gentlest feathered bird to the most substantial ocean whale, our spirits manifest the Creator's designs in all the biological life on this planet. Yet only human circuitry has the capacity to embody the full reality of who we are, of who that Creator is—of who, in truth, you are. Come, human children, the truth has always been here. Your prophets have ever made it plain. Wherever you have let us land, wherever you have let our consciousness settle upon the waters of your awareness, the open waters of your human hearts, ever w e have come to inhabit your shores. We are the superior intelligence that you are looking for in the galaxies. We have been in your parks, in your treetops, in your gardens, in cages in your livingrooms. We are the Bird Tribes. And we are returning. We are here to teach you how to fly. Take us out of your cages of concept and archaic definition. Come, join us in the living treetops, where the winds of spirit blow wild and free. We are the Bird Tribes. And we love the flowing, fluid, gentle waters of our Mother's eternal truths, as we love the stars that nourish and support these biological robes of dancing light. We will never be far from water or land, from light or sound, from the Father's fire or the Mother's gentle wisdom. For we are the Bird Tribes, entering this earth to swim beneath her waters as fishes of the sea, to walk on her land as the mammals and the humans of this age and to fly through her heavens on the wings of the Love that created us and creates us anew in each moment. Because we love these oceans. We love these lands.

We love this planet with an eternal fire that takes all the myriad stars to reveal in the fullness of time, but only one star to say to one world, “I love you this much, that I would give you all that I am; my fire, even to your ages of ice; all that I am, until we grow the children, until we conceive the offspring who will be equally a child of starlight's fiery love and an ocean world's gentle truth.” Awaken, humankind. The teachers of love circle round the morning star. Spiraling down. Coming to rest. They land. At the edge of your history's shore. Fluttering into consciousness. The Bird Tribes return. --Return of the Bird Tribes : Ken Carey

[artificial-transmutations]

Max' Journey - End times (Part 2)

Although both men didn't get too much sleep last night, Max felt way more fit and energetic than Antorn. His new cyborg body gave him a near limitless supply of energy. It was a bit hard for him to concentrate on the discussion, since his cock was still half-stiff and leaking precum into his metal "underwear" armor, but the worst waves of hornyness had passed. Now, that he was in fighting shape, the three scientists and him discussed their strategy.

Luckily, the complete lack of fighting spirit that led to the alien's problem free conquest of the earth also meant they wouldn't be expecting any resistance. However, from the moment on that Max attacked, he would need to move fast, to reach the alien leader before they could assemble a force capable of stopping him. If that happened, not only would the only hope of humanity have failed, but also the small cell of free humans Max was currently hidden with would be detected before long.

So, the plan they came up with was that Max moved quickly and ruthlessly through the aliens he encountered before he met their leader. He would kill him while recording the whole scene with his internal cameras and Edan and the other two scientists would use that recording to create the myth of Max being an absolutely unstoppable force, capable of wiping out every living alien on the planet. That way, hopefully, the aliens would release humanity and flee.

It was a bluff, but it was their only chance. Even though Max felt like he could take on the world, objectively he knew he couldn't fight every alien on the planet. So, they had to make them think he could, painting Max even bigger than he already was.

The central command complex was nearby. It was one of the spherical ships that one day just appeared out of thin air on the planet’s surface. Pitifully little was known about the aliens themselves. They hid their faces and bodies in exosuits with a singular headlight on their foreheads. From what information they had gathered, the suits were suitable for protection against harsh environments, leading to speculations about the aliens home world having a different atmosphere.

That however did nothing to explain why there were so many aliens here or where they came from in the first place. The spherical ships they appeared in did not appear to be capable of space travel at all, which meant that the aliens used some kind of teleportation technology.

It was a risky endeavor, even more so as they knew so little about the enemy. But being the only choice, they had, it was easy to make.

So, with the first light of the next day, they travelled to the central command ship in a sleek floating vehicle. Max could see some enslaved humans with alien overseers on their way, but nobody paid too much attention to their vehicle. They landed only a few hundred meters away from the big sphere of the central command ship. It was made out of a similar material as the buildings and the vehicle Max was sitting in. The entrance, however, was open and a ramp was leading up into the ship. Left and right of the ramp, there were guarding aliens, equipped with some kind of rifle each.

This was it. When he stepped out of their vehicle, Max would immediately need to start running and fighting, only stopping when he had killed their leader. Even though his cyborg body was big and impressive, Max felt his knees get weak.

"Are you ready?" asked Sirah.

"As I'll ever be", said Max.

"Good luck", said Edan. "And don't forget to start the recording."

Max nodded and did so immediately. Then, without losing any more time, he opened the door and began to sprint towards the ramp. He saw both guards turn around to face him, but none of them fired at him yet. Instead, they aimed their weapons straight at his chest, probably too surprised by his sudden appearance to act immediately.

He reached the ramp and started to run up it. Now, one of the aliens hit the trigger and a bolt of energy hit Max' energy shield with a fizzing sound. He didn't even stop but instead jumped a gigantic leap powered by his leg servos, tackling away the first alien and grabbing his weapon in the process. In the same movement, he turned around and shot an energy bolt at the other one, who had not been so lucky to have an energy shield.

The alien screamed and fell down the ramp, hurt or killed. Max didn't care and sprinted towards the entrance of the ship now, astonished by his own speed and agility. He was moving faster than anything he had seen before. The ramp itself was wide enough for three people side-by-side to walk up comfortably, but he easily cleared it in a single jump.

Now inside the ship, he found himself in a maze of corridors and rooms. Most of the ones he encountered first were empty and only a few aliens stood guard here and there. Max had no trouble overwhelming them, but he knew well that time was working against him. By now, there would surely be an alarm already, and a larger force would be forming to stop the intruder. It was crucial that he reached the alien leader before they found him, but he had no idea where to go. The ship was huge! He needed some means of orientation.

He noticed several doors leading into small rooms and decided to check if there was something interesting behind them. One room contained only a computer terminal with a strange symbol on it, another was completely empty. In the third room, however, he found what he was looking for: A large map showing the whole ship. He only took a quick look at it and trusted in his remnant cave man instincts to find the best path to the command bridge.

As he came nearer, the number of aliens on his way increased and they became more organized. He still was able to take out the small groups of them without getting hurt, but it cost him more time. Finally, he found himself against a whole dozen of the exosuit-clad people in front of a large reinforced door. This must be where he needed to go.

He charged through them, firing energy bolts left and right. Two of them went down quickly, but two others blocked his way. The next moment, Max realized he wouldn't be able to reach the door without going past them. Like in Waterloo, he threw his rifle at one of them with full force and switched to hand-to-hand combat. His shield emitters burnt hot on his chest, as the energy shield absorbed more and more shots directed at him. He needed more! His insides came alive with blasting heat again, as the nanobots inside his body mobilized every bit of energy available to him, possibly even burning parts of his own body for it. With a fizzing sound, his shield emitter broke down, a thin bit of smoke coming from it. The next energy bolt would hit him instead!

Max ducked under the arm of one of his opponents, grabbed him by the neck and headbutted him with all his might. The alien's helmet dented he fell to the ground, but Max was already in front of the next opponent. As he broke his neck, Max felt a hot bit of pain on his left arm, as an energy bolt had melted a piece of his body armor. The molten metal burnt into his flesh, but Max couldn't stop now. He took the body of the alien he just killed and threw it towards the one that just shot at him. It smashed into the enemy's chest plate, breaking it and sending the alien flying back. Max followed him up and landed a knee strike on his groin. The alien flew backwards and crashed into a wall, leaving a dent in it.

A few more brutal seconds later, there were no more aliens around him that posed any danger. Some were still alive and groaning, crawling away, but Max didn't have time to deal with them. Instead, he gathered all his strength and, by overloading his leg augmentations, launched himself against the reinforced door.

It didn't break open and hurt like hell, but its hinges gave out and the door swung half-open. Max kicked it fully open and rushed inside, ready to face whatever awaited him.

He expected a whole lot of aliens inside this room but was surprised to find it almost completely empty. In the middle of the large room, there was a desk and behind that desk, there was one single alien in his exosuit looking at Max. Since he couldn't see the alien's face, Max wasn't sure if the alien was surprised or even fearful. It didn't matter. This whole thing would soon be over.

As Max stepped closer, unstoppable like a freight train, the alien raised a hand. He was not armed, Max noticed.

"Wait!" said the alien. "Don't kill me."

The voice sounded afraid and spoke the language perfectly.

"I will remove my helmet, I just want to talk." said the voice. Was this some kind of trick to stall him? But there were no sounds of more forces from behind, so Max stopped in front of the desk, carefully watching for any weapons. However, the alien just continued as announced and removed the helmet with a hissing sound. Max was surprised to see the entirely human face of a tired looking woman beneath it. She looked older than Max' mother and her eyes looked sad and tired.

"You are very fast", she said. "I never saw anyone move that quickly before."

"Who are you?", asked Max.

"My name is Galya Fell. I am the leader of the exodus expedition."

"Exodus?"

"Yes. We are here to save humanity from extinction. If you let me, I will explain everything to you. You have any right to kill me afterwards, I guess. You have nothing to fear. I told my men to stand down already."

Max nodded. He didn't know what else to do. He was confused by this turn of events but his experiences navigating the 1920s society told him, that there was a whole new layer of complexity to unfold. "Make it quick!" commanded Max and kept vigilant.

Galya gulped and started speaking.

"We are humans, just as you, and we come from earth as well, just a... another earth. From a parallel reality where things went a bit differently. You see, humanity is on the brink of extinction there. Our continuous exploitation of natural resources and unstopped natural disasters caused by uncontrollable atmospheric heating made most of the planet uninhabitable over the last centuries. Wars broke out over the last resources and inhabitable lands, and now, all that is left are a few hundred thousand people. Luckily, our scientists came up with a solution. They discovered a technology that would allow us to travel to other realities. We were hoping of finding an uninhabited version of earth to settle down there. But every single version we scouted had humans on them and our time was running out. So, in order to survive, we found that we had no other choice but to invade one of our neighbor worlds. Naturally, we chose the most peaceful one. That was this world. "

Galya looked defeated. "I had my doubts in the beginning, but when the continued existence of our human civilization is at stake, a lot of difficult decisions begin to become really easy. At the end, we could live on by coming here, but we had no right to do the things we did. I see that now. So, today is the day that I knew was coming since four years ago, the day the consequences of our actions are catching up to us. I... we are at your mercy here. You cannot escape fate, so much is clear to me now."

Max felt sickened by what he heard. The actions of those other humans were despicable to the bone, that was clear. But they saw no other way to survive than to take away someone else's home and life. And yet, he still felt guilty about killing these people who had done nothing wrong themselves. He wanted to ask Galya how she could have allowed herself to commit such atrocities, but he also understood why she did it on the same time. It must have been hard for her to make that decision and knowing that she would probably die anyway made it easier to give up on her own morals.

"I'm sorry", said Max simply.

He was stunned silent for a good minute before asking: "Is everyone thinking like you do? Will they stand down and let themselves be brought to justice like you?"

"No." answered Galya sadly. "Most of them are desperate for survival and will do everything. If you kill me now, there might be a chance they flee to another world, but I don't think there is anything to gain by reasoning with them."

This wasn't fair! Why did Max have to decide for a whole world of people here and now? This wasn't even his time! Perhaps he could reach the scientists that brought him here, but they, too didn't appear to be the right people for making such a decision. They weren't big on morals, they were only good at problem solving.

Or perhaps...

Suddenly, Max got an idea.

"I think, there might be another way of resolving that. We need to bring in some friends of me."

***

"I suppose it *is* possible" said Sirah, skeptically. "But why do we need to involve ourselves in this mess?"

"Because if we don't," explained Max, "There will be more bloodshed. The invaders from the other world won't step down as easily as Galya did and you guys don't fight."

"Well, even if we do, it is dangerous for the fabric of reality itself. Or perhaps it isn't. We could not find out and there is literally no practical research." Edan stated.

"But only for *their* reality", said Antorn, who was already convinced. "I think that is a fair punishment for what they did to us. Besides, I'm fairly confident it won't be so bad. Max here has left his footsteps in history, and it didn't change much as far as we know. Perhaps it won't even work, but I don't think there is harm in trying."

"So, you are suggesting that we use your time travel technology to prevent us from ruining our planet centuries ago? Won't that lead to paradoxes?"

Sirah shook her head violently and rolled her eyes. "No, since you're not in the same frame of reference. It's a clever combination of our technologies, really. You go back to your reality, travel back in time and make stuff right. Of course, you are locked to your original timeline by the matrices, so if you were to return to your relative present, it would not have changed anything. That doesn't hold true for the rest of your people, though, since they are not in the same reality that you are altering. If they switch back after you have departed, they should arrive in the new version created by your actions."

Max' head was swimming, but apparently Sirah had already seen through the concept. She was really exceptionally bright.

"That... might work" said Galya slowly. "If we can promise them the return to a healed home world, everyone would be glad to leave you alone. Let's do this."

***

It took some months to create another time travel device and calibrate it to key events in the other realities history. As Galya promised, the solution appeared like the best option to all exodus people, and they stood down after a touching speech from Galya.

Max was celebrated as a hero during all that time and experienced the wonders of the future and all the comforts and amenities an advanced society could give him. During all that time he still had his hyper-masculine cyborg body and put it to good use.

However, the day after Galya, and shortly after, her people left this world, the three scientists who welcomed him to this time spoke to Max again.

"Well, the time to say goodbye comes closer." Said Edan in his usual complicated pattern of speech.

"You may of course stay here with us, but I think after all these adventures, you want to return to your own time and body once and for all." Said Sirah, smilingly. "I have built another time travel device, with just a single use. No more time travel after that - it makes things way too complicated."

"And we have come to the conclusion that this course of history is next to ideal", Edan added. "Changing something in our history could have unwanted results. "

"So, are you ready to go home", asked Antorn warmly.

Max was silent for a moment. Of course, he had thought a lot about going home in the previous months. But...

"Can I... go somewhere else instead?", Max asked, slowly.

"Ohh, I so knew it!" cheered Antorn.

"In short, yes." stated Sirah. "However, this will be a one-way-trip. Wherever you decide to go, you are going to be stuck there. If you want to return to your Viking lover, you can do so, but that's it. No more wonders of technology for you, no more Sweden or Canada or whatever."

"Actually, that's not entirely true.", Antorn said, now with a serious face again. "Do you remember, what I said about administering body-enhancing nanobots to someone and the difficult ethical situation around it?"

Max nodded.

"Well, part of it, the important part really, is, that the bots won't let you age properly. They always restore the cells back to a youthful state. Of course, at some point, the bots cease to function and can't keep up anymore, but... that takes some time."

"How long?"

"Well, that's a bit difficult to predict, since it hasn't happened yet since the invention of that stuff. But I guess... One, maximum two thousand years?"

Max looked at him stunned. "I'm not going to die for two thousand years?"

"Not from old age at least. I mean, you probably can you know, but you won't age for that time."

"Oh okay." Max said. He didn't expect that.

"My point being: With a bit of patience, you can go to Thjodolf’s time and still live to see your own time again. It might be a rather long stay, though." Antorn ended.

All three of them looked at Max expectantly. He took a moment and then made a decision.

"Alright. I need two favors of you.", he said.

It only took Sirah another day to reconfigure her matrices to Max' new destination and to tell the algorithm his request.

"You know guys", Max said, as he stood in front of the sleek device, "I'm going to miss you. I mean, you completely changed my life, but, in the end, I'm very happy about it. Perhaps it was fate that we met", he said with a wink.

"Oooh, that's a good name for the time travel algorithm. Fate. I like it.", mumbled Sirah absentmindedly.

"Now, remember. No big changes." Edan had a stern face. "I trust in your judgement here!".

Max nodded and grabbed the small metal vial from the table. "I promise. Well. I guess, this is farewell."

He pressed the single green button on the device and another portal appeared in the room, stable and swirling slowly. Max turned around again and waved goodbye, which was mirrored by the three scientists. Then, he took a deep breath and stepped into the portal.

Max arrived in the Viking age exactly one second after his previous self had stepped through the portal. He didn't use any time. His first request had been to keep his cyborg for a few minutes after he arrived. These minutes were more than enough to drive away the 'evil ones', the raiders attacking Thjodolf's village, for good. He made such an entrance that nobody ever dared to lay hand on these lands ever again.

His body was already changing back into that of the Viking warrior he left as, as he ran towards his lover. He couldn't believe his eyes, as Max had already returned, merely a second after he had gone. Still, it felt like so much time has passed between those two moments that Thjodolf was just happy to see him again.

Max stayed in the Viking village and with his lover forever. Well, forever is an awfully big word, but here, it might be nearer to the truth than at other times. Max had brought one more dose of the body-enhancing nanobots and, after explaining everything to Thjodolf, they decided to stay together for a really long, long time. Max was just so happy. After all his journey, he had finally found his fate.

I'm so happy for Thjodolf and Max! If you're with someone you love, every moment can feel like a thousand years of bliss.

If you want to read the whole story from the beginning, go here. The first part of the finale can be found here.

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[wanderingsorcerer]

The Enochian Language A History, the Magical Language as described by John Dee

John Dee was no stranger to Esoteric practice and spent much of his life pursuing the truths of the world. He wrote prior works filled with symbolism and occult knowledge, one known as, Monas Hieroglyphica, written in 1564. To John Dee the rational and metaphysical were in many ways one and the same, this led him down a path of attempting to reach the divine in many rituals in which he used scrying, a method in which you look into a polished surface or bowl of water to perceive the spiritual realm. By himself, he had very little success until the fateful meeting between him and the alchemist Edward Kelley, who as luck would have it was gifted in the art of scrying.

Edward And John Speak To The "ANGELS"

In 1582, With the assistance of E. Kelley, J. Dee was able to begin the path of learning through these scrying sessions, "Angelical" or as most know it today "Enochian", and many new forms of occult magick, which would change The Occult World for centuries to come.

Wikipedia Excerpt

The Visions started on March 26, 1583, when Kelley reported visions in the crystal of a 21-lettered alphabet. A few days later, Kelley started receiving what became the book Liber Loagaeth ("Book [of] Speech from God"). The book consists of 49 great letter tables, or squares made of 49 by 49 letters (however each table has a front and a back side, making 98 tables of 49×49 letters altogether).[a] Dee and Kelley said the angels never translated the texts in this book.

Is The Angelic Language "Real"

It intrigues many scholars to this day and while many argue the language to be a hoax it has indefinably become a part of the occult sphere as it's used in many people's practices to this day. So while the language itself may or may not be man-made. No one doubts that the language has spawned a plethora of ideas both in the occult realm as well as in the Fictional writing sphere. It has been seen used in Shows like CW's Supernatural, As well as Games like Bayonetta in which they use spells spoken in the language. It has been used in secret societies and can be found in many grimoires around the world. The language is as real as you want it to be, I for one find spells in Enochian Dramatic with a hint of flair that I just love, I encourage others to give the language a shot and to learn at least a few phrases.

How Do I Write In The Language

Well, it's rather simple if you just want to use it as its own coded language. The alphabet is almost fully compatible with English, and many have used it as a way to encode their Grimoires and Spells from prying eyes, similar to the Witches Language.

Phrases In Enochian To Try

These translations are rough but they are fun little phrases so you can get some Enochian under your belt, if you would like you can check out this site here as it is an Enochian to English translator and it lets you create sentences and phrases to impress or annoy your friends lol.

darsar gnay g gnay, ol dooain i ( How Do You Do, My Name Is__)

blans oi caosg (protect this ground)

gah c a ozongon dluga ol zildar ( Spirit of the wind Grant me flight)

In Conclusion

To get a more in-depth understanding of the language and to get a grasp on its rich history please check out the book The Complete Encochian Dictionary As Revealed To John Dee And Edward Kelley. It will be linked in the Free Grimoire Section of my Tumblr.

Thank you for sitting down and having Tea with me on the Other side of the Great Divide

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[quillthrillswriting]

The war has been ended, Ozai has been rendered helpless, and Zuko has reclaimed the Fire Nation with the promise of peace. Everything that Aang has been working towards since the moment Katara freed him from the iceberg has been done. He's saved the world. Now, all that's left is to confess to his forever girl. The two are finally free from all the responsibilities placed upon them by the war and the world- now, loving one another no longer means neglecting their sense of duty.

OR: Aang wakes up the morning after him and his friends saved the entire world, and the first (and only) thing he can think about is Katara. When they get a chance to talk, the two take a walk down memory lane.

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For a moment, in his still dream-addled mind, Aang wondered what he had done to wake up this way, only to have the memories rush back the moment his fingers lightly grazed the marks. For the first time in technically a century, a looming deadline of responsibility and unfulfillable promises wasn’t hanging over him.

Had it really only been yesterday when he and his friends had saved the world?

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He remembered seeing that Katara was okay and feeling the relief so intensely that it felt as though it had reached his soul. Holding her for probably a couple seconds too long. Not wanting to let go, out of relief that she hadn’t been hurt.

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From his place on the floor, bending a sphere of air for Momo to play with, Aang watched his friends bicker over Sokka’s drawing of them and felt so overwhelmed with emotion that he could hardly contain it. He had needed to grow up so quickly in the last year, all of them had. War had pushed them so far- each of them had lost so much, and yet, they could still smile. Could live in the peaceful world they deserved. That Aang would now be able to help create. 

Aang felt tears prick his eyes as he wondered what Gyatso would say if he had seen what Aang had done. If he knew that Aang finally stopped running from destiny. 

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He turned to look at her, and spirits , she took his breath away. She pulled him in, and he wrapped his arms around her, burying his head in her neck, savouring in the reminder that she was okay , that they were okay , that they would have time now.

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Guru Pathik was insane, absolutely crazy, for thinking anyone could ever choose cosmic energy over this girl. 

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When Katara had excused herself early, saying that she had to grab a few things, Aang waited until she left the hall before jumping up from his seat.

“I have to- uh- um- A-Avatar things. To grab, from, from my room? And I should probably- uh- check on Appa. See how the, um, sleeping on the balcony… went?”

“...Mhm.” Toph deadpanned, “Sure, Twinkletoes. Just in case you were wondering, Miss Sugar Queen’s on her way to the gardens right now. You can catch up with her if you take the stairs to your left and make a couple of turns.” She elbowed Aang, hard enough to crack a rib or two. “Go get her, tigerdillo.”

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“As much as I hate to admit it, you’re right. It wasn’t the time, no matter how much I wanted it to be.” He bit his lip nervously, then reached for her hands, pulling them between the two. The water she had been bending splashed back down into her lap, and after she gave a startled giggle, Aang helped her bend the droplets of water from her skirt. He took her hands in his once more, caressing her skin gently with his fingertips. 

“But… now could be that time. If you wanted it to be.” He breathed the words, looking into her shining, ocean-blue eyes.

♥ the rest of the (completed) fic can be found here!! ->

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Pranking the Odinsons [Avenger!Loki x Female Reader]

You can find my Masterlist HERE Summary: You and Jane Foster hatch a plan involving a beach, Loki, Thor and two pairs of dissolvable swimming shorts .(wc 3k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Ridic Thor. Language. Loki Thirst.

You fought to keep a straight face. Jane giggled beside you as the Asgardian brothers surfaced from their respective beach huts a stone’s throw away. They were bare chested and glorious in the bright sunshine, each with a pair of tight swim shorts snug around their defined hips.

Loki sauntered towards you, throwing his clothes down on your lounger casually and presenting himself with a flourish of his hands as he stepped back to give you a better view.

“Very nice!” you smiled approvingly as he gave you a spin on the sand. His muscular back led down to his perfectly toned ass as that smooth voice slid around to meet you, “You do realise I could have just-”

“Magicked them on...yeah, yeah…” Jane butted in sarcastically as she threw you a wink, “but that’s not in the spirit of the day! You guys have to get the full earth beach experience. Crappy changing huts and all, right Y/N?”

“Right.” you nodded in agreement, pressing your lips together to contain a rising smirk.

It wasn’t easy dating an Odinson. Not just because of the logistics, but because they were demi-gods, from a long line of demi-gods...with the egos to match. It had been a few weeks since you and Jane hatched your little plan to take them down a peg or two. Nothing elaborate. Just a double date, at the busiest beach in the area, with couple of pairs of specially purchased dissolving swimming shorts.

“JANE I fear these midgardian water-garments are much too tight…”

Thor sidled awkwardly across the sand, his thighs screaming for freedom against the material imprisoning them. The hems of his little shorts rode uncomfortably up his groin as you felt tears prick your eyes, covering your rising laughter with a small cough.

He squatted slightly in an attempt to loosen them, the fabric making a dubious groan. It stretched uneasily around his hefty frame as Jane reached out to pat one enormous thigh. “Oh they’re always like that at first sweetie, don’t worry they’ll loosen up once you get in the water.”

You coughed violently, lowering your sunglasses with your other hand as Loki turned his head, regarding you with mild suspicion.

“Shall we get this over with?” he intonated jovially to his brother, extending an arm towards the gently rolling waves 50 yards away. The sea was barely visible between the tanning bodies of the general public sprawled across the sand.

“Alright” Thor grumbled, tossing back his hair as he reached a hand around to pull the back of his shorts free from his butt-cheek. “But I still don’t see why we need to do this.”

“Brother, weren’t you listening...the ladies wish us to have the full earth beach experience, and who are we to deny them?”

Loki switched his gaze to you, his incomparable features making you squirm beneath his stare. The early afternoon sun illuminating shadowed definition of his muscles as he began to swagger towards the sea.

“Don’t forget the sphere.” he shouted, as Thor waddled after him, an oversized inflatable ball pressed between his large palms.

“Should we go closer?” Jane whispered, “although they might get suspicious…” she added thoughtfully, leaning forward on her knees. You both watched the gods make their way through the crowd, dozens of strangers eyes following their impressive forms as they went.

“Loki’s already suspicious,” you smirked, seeing Jane’s eyes widen from the gap at the edge of your sunglasses. “But it’s too late. He didn’t pack anything in his sorcerer’s-internal-bag thing where he keeps all his extra shit. He can’t magic his way outta this one…”

You both smiled and waved theatrically in response to Thor doing the same in your direction. You watched him take tentative steps into the cold water behind his brother who was already up to his thighs.

Thor heaved the inflatable ball behind his head, holding it steady before releasing it with a forceful throw which travelled several yards in milliseconds. It hit Loki squarely in the back of the skull with a thwack that could be heard clearly from where you sat.

Still standing, Loki turned menacingly towards his assailant as Thor began to take large, frantic, splashing steps away from him, soaking several people lying on the edge of the sand. His nimble brother gained on his tail, tackling him around the waist in one fell swoop to fall under the waves.

Showtime.

They spluttered to the surface, only their shoulders visible as you saw Loki’s pointed finger waggling inches from Thor’s face. The blonde haired god roaring about it being an accident surfed the air over the sand.

“You know, I feel like this might be good for them. A bonding experience…”, Jane’s hopeful tone rising above the commotion your partners were causing in the sea.

You realised that the buzz of their loud argument had faded from the mix of sounds in the air and looked to the woman beside you. Your own expression was mirrored back on her face as you both grimaced with excitement at the fruition of your devious plan.

Seconds passed, before the brothers suddenly looked deep in conversation, bobbing in the waves shoulder to shoulder. Thor grasped what appeared to be his tattered shorts in his fist, gesturing wildly, making the dark-haired god suddenly recoil with an exaggerated splash.

A theatrical “I most certainly did not!” soared upward to the sky as Loki raised his arm dramatically from the sea. He clutched the flapping remnants of his own shorts – both pairs of narrowed eyes finding their way in synchronicity to the shore, searching out the only remaining culprits.

You couldn’t breathe from the laughter which had been consuming you since you had seen the pathetically small blob of black fabric in Thor’s mighty hands. But Loki’s secondary reveal tipped you both over the edge. Your peals of laughter rolled over the beach, reaching the sea where your lovers marinated in their embarrassing situation, their hardened stares ricocheting off the shine of your successful prank.

“JANE?! JAAANE?!” Thor’s high pitched voice tinged with desperation boomed over the crowds, sending you both on another descent into painful, breathless laughter.

“OK I think we can call that a win for us…” she panted, wiping tears from her eyes, “I’ll get the spare shorts…”

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You adjusted your sunglasses as you looked towards Loki who was standing motionless in the water, staring directly at you. Waves lapping at his pectorals as Thor paced anxiously around the seabed, pretending to swim.

“Y/N…” Jane’s worried voice broke you from your thoughts, “the shorts are gone.”

You whipped your head around, the contents of the beach bag strewn on the sand as Jane looked at you with widened eyes, “they’re not here...I swear I packed them, I swear!”

You joined her on the sand, your knees sinking into the warm granules as you fruitlessly rifled through the contents as she had, meeting her gaze.

“What do you think you’re doing? Brother! Don’t leave me!”

A murmur ran over the beach like a wave as you and Jane both stood, clutching the straw bag between you as your jaws dropped in unison.

Loki’s bare feet sank into the wet sand as he made his way slowly out of the ocean, water swirling around his calves as his exposed body glistened in the sun. Water droplets hung to his muscles like early morning dew. His legs braced tantalisingly against the grip of the sand underfoot. His hips set forwards, his broad muscled shoulders rolled back as he owned the situation. HIs keen eyes were fully aware of the crowds of people watching him in disbelief as he emerged shamelessly from the water like the god he was.

At the edge of the shore, he stopped. Loki casually ran his hands through wet hair, pushing his black curls backwards. His biceps glimmered tantalisingly under his flex as he raised his face to the sky.

Loki’s abdominals clenched enticingly as he quickly shook his head. Strands of his sodden hair fluttered back around his angular jawline, staring resolutely around the faces turned up to towards his sculpted, naked body from the sand. A seductive smirk formed on his lips as he drank in their reactions.

He began to saunter through the occupied beach-towels, as Jane shook your shoulder frantically. You had no words for her. you couldn’t tear your eyes away from your very hot, very confident, very annoyed, very naked boyfriend who was closing in on you with every step.

Jane began running in a semi-circle around the approaching god towards Thor, still bobbing in the waves up to his neck.

Loki took his time covering the distance between you. He swaggered leisurely up the beach as every pair of eyes within gawping distance followed the handsome stranger’s progress with awe. His towering figure was lean and toned, his face a model of determined purpose. Every muscle on his body fought for attention below his flawless skin with each straight-backed stride, his impressive cock bouncing against his thigh with every step. You were sure he was on his way to getting hard.

A pair of older women sat upright on deckchairs close to you, books forgotten, looking at each other nervously as he approached. They were seated at eye-level of the toned hips. His swinging manhood bobbed as he stopped beside them, looking down at them with his eyebrows knitted together in faux concern.

“Ladies, I sincerely apologise for my impromptu display” he drawled, innocently, “my girlfriend thinks she’s very funny, I’m afraid." His brow furrowed with an apologetic smile as they giggled awkwardly, blushes rising in their cheeks as they avoided his gaze.

“She’s a lucky lady”, one of them giggled as her friend smacked her leg playfully.

“We’ll see…” he replied, crossing the last few meters towards you with a proud smirk as you raised the straw bag clutched in your hands over your face with a groan.

He said nothing, extending his bare forearm to grip your shoulder as he marched you towards the end of the row of painted wooden beach huts.

“Loki I..it wasn’t supposed to be... it was Jane’s idea!” you spluttered as he twirled you around to push you gently against the wall of the last hut on the row. The bare skin of your back hit the rough wood with a scratching thump.

“Darling, what am I?” he questioned calmly, his serious gaze burning into your wide eyes as you looked up at him.

“A god?” you replied, playing it safe considering your current lack of moral high ground.

“Correct, and the god of mischief no less” he reached his hand around your back, pulling the string of your bikini loose with a swift tug, “which means two things…”

You gasped as he slid one of his hands under your loosened top as it fluttered to the ground, finding the nipple he sought with ease. “One, I find mischief extremely alluring” he whispered lustily, ghosting his lips against yours, “and two, you absolutely trifled with the wrong deity.”

His fingers slid inside your pussy without warning, a moan of surprise and pleasure escaping you as you braced against the rough wood behind you. You clutched your arms to his naked shoulders, surrendering to your pleasurable punishment.

“Looks like someone enjoyed playing her little prank...you’re so wet darling, almost wetter than I.” His warm breath made you shiver against the cool expanse of his skin still moist from the ocean. The hardening expanse of his cock pressing into your stomach as he ground against you.

He moved his palm to rub against your clit, the pressure making you thrust against him with a purr as he chuckled darkly. You moaned his name, trying to form words under the duress of your sensual overload, “what if someone sees…?” you gasped.

“Well, darling…there’s no one behind us, but a rather steep dune I suppose...and my brother and Jane are quite occupied trying to find him some clothing so I’d say you’ve arranged this little situation quite well…”

He spread his legs, digging his feet firmly into the sand as he removed his fingers slowly from inside you. He brought them to his lips as you panted beneath him, sucking them clean.

Loki spun you around, bracing your hands forcefully against the wooden wall of the hut before pulling your bikini bottoms to the side. “...and besides pet, everyone on this beach has seen me with my cock out, if they saw us together they may be shocked, but I don’t think they would be surprised.”

He thrust into you, one hand steadying your hips as the other encased your palm pressed against the wood. A low rumble escaped of vindication escaped his lips as he felt your slick walls tighten around his flesh.

“Norns, darling...I’ve wanted to fuck you all damn day…” he growled. Wet drops of salt water dripped on your back as he thrust into you slowly, making you clench in pleasure with every movement. His strong hands moved to clamp around your waist as he guided your hips back in a steady rhythm, smacking against the tight constraints of your bikini bottoms with every thrust.

“My mischievous Y/N...whatever shall I do with you?” his low chuckle falling into another groan of desire as you slammed your ass back on to his hips in response. Your forehead pressed into the crease of your elbow as you tried not to scream his name. The walls of your pussy rippled as he filled you completely, the thrill of discovery and his insatiable need pushing you over the edge.

“Loki, I’m going to come…” you whined, your words falling to the sand beneath you as he took you from behind.

“After your misguided shenanigans, we can’t have that pet…” he slowly slid his cock out of your aching channel on the precipice of climax. The resulting emptiness compounded the sting of saltwater that remained.

“Kneel.”

You turned over your shoulder to gape at him, infuriatingly confident and as domineering in his naked form as in his battle armour.

“Kneel” he repeated, warning lacing his tone as you sank down into the sand. You reached for his glistening manhood as he threw his head back in anticipation, raising his arms to where yours had been braced against the wooden hut moments before.

Your lips surrounded his length. The tang of your arousal and the smart of the ocean water clung to his velvet skin as you began to suck him just the way he liked it. One hand wrapped around his base as you pumped him slowly, your tongue running around his head as his bare thighs began to quiver against his impending orgasm. He was close.   You pressed harder, lips stinging against the salt as he panted above you. Loki muttered filthy words of praise as you ran your tongue along the base of his shaft, one of his hands grasping at your hair.

“Let me see you” he commanded, coaxing your head to raise with a finger placed under your chin as you continued to stroke him. You rolled your palm at the head of his cock before sliding it back and forth, making him slick with his own pre-cum.

“Yesss, darling…” he panted, his stomach muscles rippling as his core tightened for the coming explosion. “I’m going to mark you..ohh..fuckkk- so everyone on this accursed beach knows what a bad girl you are.”

As always, his timing was impeccable. With one more swift motion of your wrist, hot ropes of white cum splattered against your cheek, languishingly dripping off your chin to your exposed breasts below in thick, dramatic deposits. His chin tilted downward, his gaze never moving from you as he watched his cock coat you in his seed. A low cry of ecstasy stuttered from his throat in staggered breaths as he collapsed on his forearms against the wood.

He reached down, wiping a finger across the thickest river sliding down your jaw and bringing it to your waiting lips. Loki's hungry gaze watched you intently as you sucked the delicious coating from his skin.

“Good girl. That's better.” he muttered as you released his finger with a wet pop. 

You rolled your eyes playfully as he helped you to your feet, ducking behind you to re-tie your bikini top as you adjusted your cups.

“I wonder where Jane and Thor are…” you mumbled as you checked the security of your top, Loki re-appearing beside you.

“She’s probably still trying to coax that self-conscious oaf out of the sea, darling...I wouldn’t worry.”

A frown crossed your face as you made your way back to the sun loungers. The older women who had taken a shine to Loki stole backward glances at his resplendent nudity between whispering in hushed tones. You smiled, giggles falling from their lips as he made no effort to hide his still thickened arousal from their coy stares.

“I really don’t understand where the real swimming shorts went though..” you pondered thoughtfully, scanning the crowd for signs of your friends.

“Oh, that. I took them.”

You whipped round, your mouth open in annoyance as your forehead crinkled, eyes travelling to where he patted his heart, his ‘magic bag’.

A cheeky smile crept over Loki’s face as he pulled his chinos over his muscular hips, fastening the button as he shot you a knowing wink.

“Come on love" he murmured coyly, giving your ass a playful smack. "I wasn’t going to let you have all the fun.”

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[twodragons-blooper-reel]

Let's roll the bloopers!

POST LIMIT: I LIVE

Hi there! It's @twodragonsinatrenchcoat I run several Pokemon IRL blogs in the rotumblr sphere and I wanted to make a sort of hub for them! Not just for organization and a spot to hold onto ask games I enjoy- but for meme and AU purposes as well!

I'll post ooc updates as well as jokes I have while writing here from time to time as well :3

Feel free to ask any and all questions pertaining to the blogs that are listed below!

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Active Blogs:

@disparate-traveller <- A faller blog about my character Diamond who yeeted themselves into Rotomblr to hang out with their bestie

@ghost-type-appreciator <- A Ceruledge hybrid blog :] her name is Seraphina! She's a wet cat

@psychic-type-appreciator <- Seraphina's sister Agni. She's less of a wet cat

@clockwork-soul-heart <- Princess Steele! She's been trapped in a clockwork kingdom by a haunted doll for the last seven years of her life.

@fields-of-gracidea <- Vio! Branded chosen of Shaymin, Sawsbuck Hybrid, tasked with taking care of the younger brandeds

@synthetic-radiance <- Cursed Chosen named Orion, Type:Null hybrid.

@rotumbeast <- The spirit of Rotomblr. Might be responsible for chaos

Inactive Blogs:

@sturdy-and-soundproof <- What you probably know me from! Aegis! Shieldon boy! I'm not sure how best to explain him besides he's cute. Has a whole slew of blogs related to him which are up next :)

@oreburghminingmuseum <- A blog about Aegis's caretakers and the museum they work for! Mostly an excuse for a place where I can post non-shieldon fossil pokemon art-

@drifting-rocket <- Kidnapped Aegis a couple times. His name is Drifter, he's a Team Rocket Executive. He's got so many issues.

@mareeplings <- My first pkmn Irl blog :D I dream of returning to it someday but I can't find the inspiration.

@snarling-maschiff <- a blog with a normal person running it as opposed to all my other blogs (whoops) They like dog pokemon!

@spiralled-and-spliced <- Another blog with relation to Dakota, was my first attempt at a villain blog. Never really took off but the character exists :)

@wayward-silver <- One of 13* Silver blogs, he's a mew taking the form of his past life. Was stuck underground as a ditto for like 20 years though.

@devilisinthedeinos <- A "Sleeby" named Eris who turned into a deino after getting top surgery. There's something else behind the scenes there...

@distortion-escapee <- A blog for my personal take on giratina, related to Dakota's blog.

@dakota-and-paris <- About a girl who has had way too much on her plate for thirteen years and will continue to have too much on her plate until I say so. (Currently mostly inactive, but I reblog things there occasionally)

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That's all my blogs. If I'm answering a question about a specific blog I'll put it in the tags as "blog talk: [Blog name]"

I'm open to questions directed at characters, directed at myself, au talking- Just about anything honestly! This is just a fun sort-of hub for my pokemon blogs.

uhhh love y'all bye for now! <3

*there's so many silver blogs on this website i'm not gonna keep this number updated but that's how many there was when I made the blog

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[revenant-coining]

Reven’s 1000 Followers Coining Event!

[pt: Reven’s 1000 Followers Coining Event! /end pt]

we hit 1000 followers recently(-ish) and wanted to do a coining event to celebrate!

Basic Info:

1) use the tag ‘rev1000event’ and/or @ us in your posts 2) all term types (except transx/transid) can be coined for this 3) this event has no set dates and can more or less be used as a prompt list ^^

each day has 3 prompts, you can choose to use just one or combine them, and you can also combine them with the alternative prompts

Prompts:

Day 1: clouds, sunsets/sunrises, daylight/sunlight

Day 2: death, observation, (being) undead

Day 3: electricity, (thunder)storms, lightning

Day 4: parkour, wings, avian instincts

Day 5: film, cameras, main characters/protagonists

Day 6: purple, space, cats/being a cat

Day 7: dethereal aesthetics, fire, dark academia

Day 8: flowers, trees, fruit

Day 9: pink, bows, auroracore

Day 10: darkness, the cold, rain

Alternative Prompts:

desire

the sun/sun imagery

revenants

chaos

celestial

blood/gore

cervitaurs/centaurs/driders/arachne/etc.

magic

zenith (the time at which something is most powerful or successful; the point in the sky or celestial sphere directly above an observer)

eudaimonia (the state or condition of 'good spirit', and which is commonly translated as 'happiness' or 'welfare')

tagging (no pressure to participate, and feel free to ask to be untagged): @radiomogai , @local-yurei , @honey-makes-mogai , @gender-mailman

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[liminalsoul]

How to start with hedge riding

While there are plenty of videos and articles about what is a hedge witch or what is hedge riding there aren´t so many on how to take your first steps, so here we are going to elaborate on how to start crossing the hedge.

Trance

The first step, after finding a comfortable place and position, should be reaching a trance state. This can be achieved by various methods, from the use of meditation, dancing or drumming to the use of entheogens (natural substances that ease trance, they should be used carefully).

This trance is basically known for being an altered state of consciousness where the witch experiments reallity in a different way.

Protection

This topic will vary from witch to witch because while some would prefer to have their energy flowing in a more free way others would perceive it as a must.

One way to do this is visualizing a golden sphere of your energy around you, protecting you. Instead of this, it is also possible to just carry some kind of amulet.

Actually crossing the hedge

This also can be done in multiple ways, some of them are:

Visualizing a hedge that will be the metaphorical barrier between this world and the otherworld, between civility and the wild, and then jumping over it.

Visualizing a cave that you are going to enter in order to reach the otherworld.

Entering by the roots of a tree wich typically represents the untherworld (roots), middleworld (trunk) and upperworld (branches).

Imagining falling into a hole that opens under you feet.

I would outline that in this step it is important to leave fear behind to achieve traveling to the other side.

“Waking” inside the other side

This is the point where visualization stops and you lose control over your surroundings and the things that might happen.

It is highly likely that you encounter your familiar (a spirit that will help you and guide you in that realm).

I would recommend you to trust your guts if something feels wrong and just leave and also treat with respect the spirits that you encounter there.

Returning from the other side

Before leaving it is a good advice to try to "expand" your energy in order to recover the energy wich may have remained trapped in the other side.

The only thing you have to do to come back is doing it exactly the same way you entered, for example jumping over the hedge from wildness to civilization.

Clarification

Here there are a lot of topics that have been briefly touched because it is difficult to sum them up in just one post, especially when this is a really extensive topic.

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[the-griffons-saddlebag]

📜 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺! Mobius Scroll
Scroll, rare (requires attunement by a spellcaster) ___ Unlike most scrolls having a dowel at its center or some means of a carrying case, a “mobius scroll” is a half-twisted length of paper that's been magically connected to itself to form an infinite, continuous sheet. The scroll is blank when found. A spell appears on it when you first attune to the scroll and then again daily at dawn; roll a d8 each time and use the table below to determine what spell is written on the scroll. On a 1 or 8, an extra spell appears on the scroll (as determined by the table). While you're attuned to the scroll, you can use a bonus action to shunt it to a special demiplane or summon it to your free hand. You can read from the scroll to cast a spell from it using an action. | d8 | Spell | Extra Spell |
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| 1 | Slow; roll a second d8 and consult the Extra Spell column to determine what extra spell appears on the scroll. | Rope trick |
| 2 | Call lightning | Bane |
| 3 | Hypnotic pattern | Bless |
| 4 | Spirit guardians | Disguise self |
| 5 | Dimension door | Magic missile |
| 6 | Fireball | Invisibility |
| 7 | Ice storm | Flaming sphere |
| 8 | Haste ; roll a second d8 and consult the Extra Spell column to determine what extra spell appears on the scroll. | Pass without trace | You can cast a spell from the scroll as normal while you're attuned to it, even if that spell isn't on your spell list, using your spellcasting ability modifier, spell save DC, and spell attack bonus. Once a spell has been cast from the scroll, the ink in which it was written vanishes from the paper, and that spell can't be cast again until the next time it appears on the scroll. Any spell remaining on the scroll is replaced by the new spell or spells daily at dawn. A spell that's copied from the scroll into a spellbook is permanently removed from the scroll. If that spell is rolled on the table above after it's been copied in this way, nothing happens, and the scroll remains blank until the next dawn. ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for less than $10 a month!

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[dearorpheus]

“It is of especial importance for me to know as much as possible about primitive psychology, mythology, archæology and comparative religion, for the reason that these fields afford me priceless analogies with which I can enrich the associations of my patients. Working together, we are then able to find the apparently irrelevant full of meaning and vastly increase the effectiveness of the dream. Thus to enter a realm of immediate experience is most stimulating for those who have done their utmost in the personal and rational spheres of life and yet have found no meaning and no satisfaction there. In this way, too, the matter-of-fact and the commonplace come to wear an altered countenance, and can even acquire a new glamour. For it all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are in themselves. The least of things with a meaning is worth more in life than the greatest of things without it.  I do not think that I underestimate the risk of this undertaking. It is as if one began to build a bridge out into space. Indeed, one might even allege—as has often been done—that in following this procedure the doctor and his patient are both together indulging in mere fantasies. And I do not consider the an objection, but quite to the point. I even make an effort to second the patient in his fantasies. Truth to tell, I have a very high opinion of fantasy. To me, it is actually the maternally creative side of the masculine spirit. When all is said and done, we are never proof against fantasy. It is true that there are worthless, inadequate, morbid and unsatisfying fantasies whose sterile nature will be quickly recognized by every person endowed with commonsense; but this of course proves nothing against the value of creative imagination. All the works of man have their origin in creative fantasy. What right have we then to depreciate imagination? In the ordinary course of things, fantasy does not easily go astray; it is too deep for that, and too closely bound up with the tap-root of human and animal instinct. In surprising ways it always rights itself again. The creative activity of the imagination frees man from his bondage to the “nothing but” and liberates in him the spirit of play. As Schiller says, man is completely human only when he is playing.”

— Carl Jung, Modern Man In Search of a Soul

#the fact established by psychology is simply this: we are dealing with a delicate matter #my upload

[cat-esper]

I thought I'd redo my intro post and this time make it ✨pretty✨

I'm Cat [she/her | aroace] and I write sci-fi and fantasy with a dose of cosmic horror. I love mixing genres and general experimentation. Whether my work is marketable or not is less important than having fun. My absolute favorite things are found family, robots, and time travel, and I am a firm believer that platonic relationships can be just as fierce and important as romantic ones. Most of my novels are set within a shared universe I call the Starfish Saga and that's my main focus, though I do have quite a few exciting projects outside that.

I am quite shy but love making new writer friends and am open to tag games and ask games and other sorts of writerly socialization.

I have...a lot of projects. A worrying amount I try not to think about. But! Below the cut, you'll find the ones I'm focusing on for the time being, now with new and improved titles.

Books of the Starfish Saga

The Last Paladin | YA science fantasy | 12 part series

When Chelsea Seaver's parents are abducted by aliens, she embarks on a grand adventure across the galaxy--making friends and learning magic on the way--to bring them home.

Status: drafting book 3, editing book 1

Intro | WIP tag

Incantations of the Mad Mage | YA epic fantasy | 6 part series

In order to honor her dead mentor, battle mage Arna Vaughn races against the Sforia Empire to locate six legendary magic spells that have the power to end a bloody war; whoever finds them first will change the course of their world forever.

Status: drafting book 4 (on hold pending outline changes)

Intro | WIP tag

Records of the Spiral | YA portal fantasy | 4 part series

Three misfits stumble into a surreal world inhabited by strange creatures and watched over by the eldritch Enochians; it's a place they belong to more than Earth and if they don't want to see it destroyed, they'll need to stop the very beings who created it in the first place.

Status: drafting book 1

Intro | WIP tag

Music of the Spheres | YA science fantasy | standalone

Shay Finnegan leaves everything behind when he decides to become a light-wielding Paladin, a protector of the galaxy, in order to find a higher purpose and avoid the fate that haunts him with the words you will bring everything to ruin.

Status: rewriting for the millionth time

Intro | WIP tag

Red Ghost | YA contemporary fantasy | novella

Mel Black joins a ghost-killing organization in order to free the spirit of her dead friend from a fate worse than death, but saving him might just mean the end of humanity.

Status: pending edits

Intro | WIP tag

Nightland Nexus | epic fantasy | 5 part series

As tensions rise across the worlds, a group of characters seek to satisfy their own ambitions, but they'll need to team up and unite the worlds to prevent a long-dormant Darkness from awakening.

Status: world-building

Intro | WIP tag

Other Projects

The Zodiac Circuit | post-apocalyptic sci-fi | duology

Rhys Valencya reluctantly teams up with an android in order to stop her own family from resurrecting the lich that almost wiped out humanity centuries ago.

Status: drafting book 1

Intro | WIP tag

Androids Don't Rust | time travel | standalone

With human extinction inevitable, four androids are sent into the past to retrieve data for the Archive that will outlast humanity.

Status: very early planning stages

Intro | WIP intro

Robbery on the Hell Express | weird western | novella

Occasional partners and oftentimes enemies, Harlan Nye and John Callahan team up to rob a ghost train--betrayal, deadly wraiths, and a lethal race against the clock mean they may not make it out of this alive.

Status: planning

Intro | WIP tag

If any of them pique your interest and you'd like to be added to a taglist, let me know!

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