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bunny-yan · 4 days

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OMG I love your writing for the yan. Bully. Could you write more of him?

TW: language, violence, minors DNI

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You cut around a corner, praying to god that he didn’t see you.

It was routine at this point to make a break for the door the minute the bell rang, immediately looking for a possible escape route. He’d notice if you took the same path too often, so you’d risk setting off the emergency exits, leave through the front door only if the crowd was big enough to hide you, and the back door if you got a chance to leave your last class early, hoping to sneak out before he even had an opportunity to lie in wait for you.

It didn’t always work; most times, it didn’t. But when it did, he seemed to double down, making it increasingly difficult to escape without some form of harassment.

You remembered the first time you managed to leave school without running into him. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of your chest, and you thought maybe this was the chance you’d been hoping for this entire time. That you just needed to wait him out, and he would eventually get bored and lose interest before going home.

Slammed into the brick wall before the bell rang to signify that your classes were starting for the day, you knew how wrong you were when you saw the livid expression on his face.

It was stupid. You knew his harassment would only get worse if you managed to escape his notice today, but there was no fucking way you were just going to sit there and take it. His harassment got worse if you obeyed, and it was fucking awful when you didn’t. You’d offered everything you could think of to appease him, to get him off your back, but he’d chosen you as his new target and refused to let you go that easily.

“There you are.” you heard his voice say. You didn’t have enough time to run before he grabbed your shirt by the collar and dragged you into the boy’s bathroom.

There was no point in looking for help. You’d stupidly cornered yourself in an isolated part of the school, thinking you could make it to the rarely used staircase before sprinting for the back door. A roundabout method that bit you in the ass today.

Being shoved in the bathroom, you got into a defensive stance. It never ended well if you tried to fight back against him. Looking at the cocky expression on his face, you could tell he was probably thinking something similar. He loved to remind you of your place.

“How’s my bitch doing?” he asked, walking forward.

His eyebrows rose at your continued silence, and you stepped back when he approached. “Are you deaf? I asked you a question.”

You remembered the last time you tried to ignore his prodding. If you hadn’t reacted as quickly as you had and raised your hands to shield your head, it would’ve been slammed into the wall. Saying he had a nasty temper was putting it lightly.

When you saw his hand ball into a fist, your courage withered as you looked away.

“Fine,” you said through gritted teeth. He took another step closer that had you backing into a wall.

There was an unsettling look, but it transformed into a large grin as he lifted his hand to slap you on the cheek before laughing.

“That’s good,” he said, shoving one of his hands in his pocket while the other clipped you chin before turning your head as he pleased as he cocked his head to the side. “I was going to wait at the entrance, but something told me you would turn tail and run. It’s pure luck that I caught you.”

Your avoidance had become too obvious. You should’ve gotten lost in the crowd on the way to the entrance or hung out in your class until your teacher kicked you out—anything to avoid him without tipping him off.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked, his voice mocking even though he wanted you to answer. “I was under the impression that we had gotten close over the last few months,” he said, taking another step forward.

There was nowhere for you to go. He crowded your space to the point where you could feel his breath on your face, and it was getting increasingly harder to breathe.

“Can you stop this?” you asked, pushing his hand away. Your hand was slapped, a sharp sting almost making you wince but you grit your teeth.

“Stop what?” he asked, putting his free hand into his pocket. His voice was innocent, seemingly unaware of what you were talking about despite having cornered you in the boys’ bathroom with your back against the wall.

“I don’t know what I did to make you so upset, but can’t you just go back to ignoring me? Please?”

“Please?” he exclaimed, coming closer despite the little space there was between you. “Now you’re begging me? Fuck, is it my birthday?”

He made you uneasy.

A look was enough, so when he did things like this you felt the urge to gouge his eyes out so he could never look at you again with those eyes, daring you to look at him. He knew what his gaze did to you and so he’d goad you until your gaze finally met his.

Intense and expecting, you could never hold it for long. He noticed. He loved it.

“I don’t know why you keep asking me. Didn’t we already talk about this?”

“I want you to leave me alone.”

You don’t know where your courage came from. You weren’t exactly afraid of him, but that look he would give, would strike fear in you. He was someone you would never want to run on the street for as long as you lived the minute you escaped from this fucking hellscape they called highschool.

“Leave me alone.” he said in a mocking voice. “I want you to leave me alone. Well, I don’t want to leave you alone. We’ve discussed this.”

His hand patted your cheek, as he smiled.

“You have two options. You can either be my bitch,” he began, his gaze shifting lower as his hand rested on your hip, a thumb caressing your side. “...or you can be my friend.”

The goosebumps were unbearable as you shoved him back.

He laughed. It was never a good sign.

You stepped to the side right as his fist collided with the wall where your head had been.

“Ow! Fuck! Don’t move!”

You didn’t listen.

You tried to take off for the door, but you slipped right as you made it to grab the handle. You had to balance yourself before attempting to yank the it open and it was all the time he needed for his good hand to grab the collar of your shirt and yank you back into the bathroom before you could get away.

“If you want me to treat you like a bitch, I’ll threat you like a fucking-”

You felt a couple of buttons on your shirt pop as you attempted to wrestle your way out of his grip, but he manhandled you to the floor.

With a hand around your neck he used his other hand to yank at your collar. You didn’t understand what he was doing, but you knew it was dangerous to be underneath him.

“What the fuck is this?” he asked, the balled up shirt in his grip revealing bruises that started at your neck and disappeared underneath your shirt.

Did he really have to ask?

With his friends watching his each and every move, it was no wonder they picked up on the true nature of your relationship. He would act friendly in front of prying eyes, but the minute the two of you were alone, the mask came off.

They figured he wanted to let off some steam for that first punch you threw and they were all too willing to help him seek his revenge.

“Who did this to you?” he asked, hand still gripping the ripped collar of your shirt in his fist.

“Fuck off.” you growled, attempting to push him off of you, but he grabbed your forearm, forcing you to your back before he shook you, causing your head to smack against the tiled floor.

“Who the fuck did this?”

“It was your fucking friends!” you shouted, grabbing his wrists to try and pry him off of you. You were sick of this. You were sick of him. God, your head fucking hurt.

“Who was it?” he asked, flinging your wrists away as he tried to force your shirt off, gritting his teeth and going for your belt buckle instead when you began to fight him. “Where else did they touch you?”

What? Was he worried about you getting bruises that didn’t come from him?

“Fuck off, you asshole! I got thrown against a wall a couple of times and that was it.”

You weren’t prepared, nor did you really comprehend the moment his fist reared back before slamming into your face.

A wet crunch made your eyes water as you groaned in pain. Arm cocked back, he punched you again, and it was only by the third time his fist landed did you think to raise your arms to defend.

You couldn’t throw him off of you. Any leverage you gained would be gone the minute you lowered your arms because you would be in too much pain to do much of anything besides making it stop.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he yelled, grabbing you by he collar and dragging you sit up. “I’m supposed to be your friend!”

“Fuck you.”

“What do you hope to accomplish by being so stubborn, huh?” he asked, shaking you again. “Anyone else would kill to be in your fucking shoes.”

“Then why don’t you go and bother them‽” you yelled, glaring at him through the pain. You tried to shove him again, but he wouldn’t move. It was like he was rooted on top of you and you yelled before falling back sluggishly. “There are plenty of people who would willingly fall into your lap. Why me?”

He was looking at you again, with those eyes.

“I think I might be willing to leave you alone for a bit.” he said, putting his hands on either side of your head. He leaned closer until you could feel his breath fanning across your face.

“For a little kiss.”

You didn’t say anything.

His eyes flickered between your eyes and lips, for the first time he seemed unsure what your silence meant.

It was almost amusing. The way his confidence deflated as he leaned closer, afraid that he might arouse your defiance if he moved too quickly.

He got closer, closer until his breath was on your lips, until you could feel the nervousness in it, until

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #ask #yandere male #yandere bully

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e-vay · 10 months

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The Shadora Horde - 2023!

Here are all the ShadowXAurora kids I've made (so far hahaha!). As I always mention, I'm always open to Shadora fankids that you guys make. I can never have too many Shadora babies. I made changes to the original 5 so they're now closer in age and I also balanced out their powers more. Some of them were a little OP originally but I think I've fixed it. I have super detailed descriptions of each character below the cut!

PIPER

Birthday: 11/12 (1st Born)

Age: 16

Role: Leader

Powers: Combustion, Weapon Summoning

Weaknesses: Disorder

Dream Voice Actor: Brittany Snow

Theme Song: “Smile” - Wolf Alice

Piper is the first born in the first litter of Aurora and Shadow and is the natural leader of the group. She is generally sweet and respectful but is very proud of her pedigree so can be a little judgemental at times. She is a perfectionist to a fault and will become easily aggravated if things don’t go her way. Though she can be cocky, she is overall a caring and loving person and is quick to help those in need. Piper has naturally wild bangs and a large patch of fluffy fur on her chest. These traits drive her crazy! She always has her bangs pinned down to the side and her chest fur covered up. In her teen years she takes up motorcycle riding and it helps loosen her up and embrace her more wild side.

Piper is capable of harnessing the power of the Chaos Emeralds to perform Chaos Blast and Chaos Control. Without the need for Chaos Emeralds, Piper has combustion powers. Piper can incinerate objects with a snap of her fingers. She has excellent mastery and precision of this skill. She was given the task to train Cinder to control his combustion powers, but the two tend to get frustrated with each other since control comes so naturally to Piper and it’s incredibly foreign to Cinder.

Piper is naturally drawn to Amy’s hammer wielding abilities and grows up admiring it. Though she isn’t allowed to use the Piko Piko Hammer, Amy trains her in good hammer-form with the use of props. IF Mammy Amy ever decides to retire, she will bequeath her hammer to Piper. The hammer’s design will change based on Piper’s personality.

ZANE

Birthday: 11/12 (2nd Born)

Age: 16

Powers: Super Speed

Weaknesses: Arachnophobia

Dream Voice Actor: Robert Buckley

Theme Song: “We Are Young” - 3OH!3

Zane is the second born in the first litter of Aurora and Shadow. Zane is a daredevil and an extreme extrovert. He is most like his Pawpaw Sonic with his quick wit and high energy. He does not like emotional confrontations and will go out of his way to avoid uncomfortable situations. Even though he’s mostly easygoing, he butts heads with his dad a lot.

Zane is a huge flirt and frequently develops intense crushes on people, but due to his short attention span, he’ll move on quickly (think Romeo with Rosaline). Zane is very fond of children and enjoys being the center of attention. Even though Piper is the leader of the group, the younger siblings tend to follow whatever Zane is doing. Lucky for Piper, he mostly listens to what she says.

Zane is capable of harnessing the power of the Chaos Emeralds to perform Chaos Control. Without the need for Chaos Emeralds, Zane has super speed. He wears special shoes that can transform based on his needs, but he prefers the motocross boot style when he’s not running.

For hobbies, Zane likes to do extreme stunts and attend/throw parties. He has dreams of being a DJ with his brother Nova.

NOVA

Birthday: 11/12 (3rd Born)

Age: 16

Powers: Plasma (Ionikinetic Combat)

Weaknesses: Laziness

Dream Voice Actor: Josh Keaton

Theme Song: “Weirdo” - K.Flay

Nova is the third born in the first litter of Aurora and Shadow. He is very peaceful in nature and would rather find roundabout ways to solve problems than coming to blows (though he attributes this to knowing he would cream his opponent due to this strong bloodline). He’s a bit of an oddball but he embraces his quirkiness instead of being concerned about how others think of him. He often comes off as aloof and is rather lazy.

Nova is capable of harnessing the power of the Chaos Emeralds to perform Chaos Control. Without the need for Chaos Emeralds, Nova has plasma/Ionikenetic powers. He can shoot radioactive plasma at his enemies which can burn or dissolve material on impact. Nova does not like using his powers because they are so destructive.

Nova is very close with his brother Zane and will go along with his schemes, even if his heart’s not entirely in it. He is artistic and tends to live a very messy, disheveled lifestyle. He loves to collect things and can be considered a packrat.

ASTER

Birthday: 4/8 (4th born)

Age: 15

Powers: Telekinesis, Telepathy

Weaknesses: Codependency

Dream Voice Actor: SungWon Cho [x]

Theme Song: “Despair and Traffic” - SOFT PLAY

Aster is the first born in the second litter of Aurora and Shadow. Though he seems rough on the surface, he’s actually the most academically intelligent of all his siblings. He is loud and passive aggressive but can appreciate the beauty in peace and quiet when he chooses. He is very theatrical and enjoys making a huge spectacle out of his battles, including saying poetic catchphrases and even coining the term “Prepare for the Blitz-Aster Disaster!” He is secretly a romantic at heart.

Aster is rarely seen without his sister Blitz. He is the brain to her brawn. Though he’s the more level-headed twin, Blitz’s dominant personality tends to direct their fighting strategies. He does not know how to be independent, which can be used against him.

Aster is capable of harnessing the power of the Chaos Emeralds to perform Chaos Control. Without the need for Chaos Emeralds, Aster shows early signs of telekinetic and telepathic abilities. He hasn’t mastered many techniques yet, but with some proper training it’s possible he could become a force to be reckoned with. If only Blitz would shut up for 5 minutes so he could concentrate!

Aster enjoys challenging mind games, like chess.

BLITZ

Birthday: 4/8 (5th born)

Age: 15

Powers: Energy Blasts (“Chaos Spear”)

Weaknesses: Codependency, Impulsivity

Dream Voice Actor: Jessica DiCicco [x] [x] OR Chloë Grace Moretz [x]

Theme Song: “God Complex (Mojo)” - poutyface

Blitz is the second born in the second litter of Aurora and Shadow. Blitz is brash and forward but can be a little spacey. She has a short attention span and is easily bored. She considers fighting as a form of playing. She is very proud of herself and her heritage and isn’t afraid to namedrop to get her way.

Blitz is rarely seen without her brother Aster. She is the brawn to his brain. Blitz’s dominant personality tends to direct their fighting strategies despite her brother’s concerns. She is very theatrical and enjoys making a huge spectacle out of her battles, including saying poetic catchphrases and even coining the term “Prepare for the Blitz-Aster Disaster!” She is very codependent and hates doing anything without Aster.

Blitz is capable of harnessing the power of the Chaos Emeralds to perform Chaos Control. Without the need for Chaos Emeralds, Blitz has the natural ability to perform Chaos Spear which can dagger her enemies with energy.

Blitz loves fashion and is a huge trendsetter. She would love to be a fashion designer if world domination doesn’t work out (She’s just kidding – relax already!)

Cinder

Birthday: 2/18 (6th born)

Age: 14

Powers: Combustion, Stellar Tantrum

Weaknesses: Migraines, Short Temper

Dream Voice Actor: Michael Daingerfield [x] [x]

Theme Song: “Tantrum” - Ashnikko

Cinder is the first born in the third litter of Aurora and Shadow. He has a very short temper and is incredibly impatient. He is the most like his father in that he is not very talkative and would rather be left alone than socialize with others. His outbursts of rage can often be used to his enemies’ advantage by being misdirected to his siblings and teammates. He is also terrified of himself, which makes him constantly on edge.

Cinder is NOT capable of using Chaos Emeralds and instead has to rely on his natural abilities. Cinder has combustion powers, but unlike his sister Piper, his powers are based solely on his emotions so he has a very hard time commanding the direction and radius of his blasts. Piper was tasked with training Cinder to better manage his combustion powers, but the two tend to get frustrated with each other since control comes so naturally to Piper and it’s incredibly foreign to Cinder. When Cinder goes into a blinding rage, his fur and eyes change color and sparks of energy will fire off randomly around him. When in this form, he can perform a move called “Stellar Tantrum.” This move is highly destructive and will incinerate any and all objects nearby. He has absolutely no control over this power once it’s unleashed.

As a child, Cinder was more outgoing but still prone to crying outbursts. However, during one particular fight with his sister Diamond, he accidentally unleashed a Stellar Tantrum and severely burned her. Luckily Boon was able to use his healing powers to reverse it, but Cinder has never forgiven himself and has never been the same ever since. Cinder requested a special Inhibitor necklace be made to help dampen his powers, but it’s not very effective. It works more as a placebo than anything else. He keeps everyone at a distance whenever possible and thinks there’s something evil in him, despite his parents’ reassurances.

Cinder doesn’t like to discuss his hobbies, but he actually loves baking and reading books.

DIAMOND

Birthday: 2/18 (7th Born)

Age: 14

Role: Tank

Powers: Brute Strength

Weaknesses: Poor eyesight, Light sensitivity

Dream Voice Actor: Kimberly Brooks [x] [x] [x]

Theme Song: “Cleopatra” - Nova Twins

Diamond is the second born in the third litter of Aurora and Shadow. She has a sweet disposition and is very polite, even to her opponents. However, she can be a smart ass at times and is quick to make jokes. She is highly dedicated to physical training but outside of the gym she’s very easy-going. Diamond was born with Oculocutaneous albinism. Due to her albinism and nystagmus, she is sensitive to light and has very poor eyesight. As a baby and toddler, Diamond mostly clung to Aurora whenever outdoors as she could bend the light around Diamond and protect her from UV rays. As Diamond got older and grew more independent, Tails’ Workshop crafted a special brooch that acts as a light shield when activated. Diamond never leaves home without it.

Diamond is NOT capable of using Chaos Emeralds and instead has to rely on her natural abilities. She has incredible strength and is physically the strongest of all her relatives.

As a child, she and her brother Cinder got into a fight where he accidentally unleashed a Stellar Tantrum and severely burned her. Luckily Boon was able to use his healing powers to reverse it. She has completely forgiven Cinder and has never held it against him, but he continues to be distant with her to this day.

She enjoys training in the Shadora Home Gym to better perfect her fighting skills and she is almost always found sporting earbuds so she can listen to her favorite punk rock and metal bands.

Boon

Birthday: 2/18 (8th Born)

Age: 14

Role: Support

Powers: Healing, Mood-Boosting

Weaknesses: People-pleasing

Dream Voice Actor: Ben Schwartz [x] ← Please watch this whole interview, it will leave you grinning ear-to-ear the whole way through

Theme Song: “Smile” - Dami Im

Boon is the third born in the third litter of Aurora and Shadow. Boon is the embodiment of a ray of sunshine and has 10000% charisma. He genuinely loves everyone he meets and enjoys putting smiles on people’s faces. Boon is very silly and has a very childish sense of humor. He also has a lot of energy and has a habit of rambling without realizing it.

Boon is NOT capable of using Chaos Emeralds and instead has to rely on his natural abilities. He has incredible healing abilities and can heal the wounded, but it takes a lot of energy from him so can only do so much at a time. He cannot revive the dead. Boon also has a “mood-boosting” ability, where he can positively affect the emotions of others. This can only be done by making direct contact with someone and the effect only lasts temporarily. Boon’s powers positively affected Aurora’s pregnancy, making her third litter the easiest and stress free of all her pregnancies (Thank you, Boon!)

Boon wears special rocket boots so he can quickly fly to anyone in battle who needs assistance. His boots have a button on the heel to activate them, and he likes to click his heels together to turn them on. Though he never complains about his duties, Aurora often worries about Boon’s need to please others and reminds him that he can’t help others if he doesn’t help himself. Aurora and Boon are the most alike of all her children as both are prone to singing outbursts, goofy jokes and harmless pranks to make people laugh.

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All Shadora kids are mortal and did not inherit Shadow’s immortality. However, they do heal faster than the average Mobian.

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Want to get more of a feel for the Shadora kids? I've made a Spotify playlist dedicate to their theme songs, songs that make me think of them, or general music they would listen to. You can listen to it here, but be warned it contains explicit songs.

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A NOTE ABOUT SHADOW’S “AGE”

Shadow is immortal so therefore he doesn’t age. However it’s been long debated in my Shadora stories whether or not he will give up his immortality to live a normal life with his family. I have him in these drawings as still being immortal, especially because I like the angst and challenges that comes with (ex: how are your rebellious teenagers supposed to respect you when they are seemingly “older” than you?) but I haven’t actually decided when he will decide to be mortal.

BUT if you ever draw me fanart or write me fanfics and you want to have become mortal at an earlier point in his life I’m totally cool with that! I’m flexible.

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zvaigzdelasas · 9 months

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14 Aug 23

With the deadline for residents to weigh in on the proposed 360-degree missile defense system for Guam passing Friday, demonstrators gathered at the Chief Kepuha Park roundabout in Hagåtña for a protest for peace. Members of activist group Prutehi Litekyan: Save Ritidan and Independent Guåhan, as well as other concerned citizens, stood along the roadside holding signs emblazoned with the slogans "No war for Guåhan," "Defend the sacred!" and "No more imperialist war games" as the evening traffic rush ramped up.[...]

Beyond raising concerns regarding the environment, natural and cultural resources, and land that the group has raised with previous military construction projects, Flores said she doesn't believe the system will bring more security for Guam. "It's really important that we ask ourselves what genuine security means," she said. "It ... definitely means more than national security. It means having clean water, living in our homeland without the risk of war ... and we feel that the missile defense system definitely makes us a bigger target for war."

Though the system is being sold as a way to protect Guam, its purpose is to help use Guam as a base for the U.S. military to project force and protect the nation, she said.[...]

U.S. Indo-Pacific Command has called the Guam Defense System the top national defense priority for the region.

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homeskllet · 5 months

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merry christmas from starscream (if that's your thing anyway).

#skllet art #maccadam #transformers #starscream #transformers fan continuity #transformers roundabout #downloaded a pixel noise brush whichi used extensively in this piece #very fun alternate way of colouring/shading that still has the pixelly feel i like so much

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metamorphesque · 1 year

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These images of circles and circling, revolving around a great center he names God, it makes me think of the cathedral labyrinths of Europe. Or the ancient spiral glyphs carved into rocks and cave faces. I see the circling pathway around some secret center. The road can be bewildering, twisting and turning, keeping us disoriented and uncertain of how near we are, but ever moving inward.

And that courageous line –

I may not ever complete the last one, but I give myself to it.

We walk the winding path, not out of certainty, but because it is the only path worth walking. Walking that road, quietly, with attention, one foot in front of the other, becomes meditation. It becomes worship. Each ring, whether near or far, is a layer of our lives that is blessed by our passing through it.

Walking the circling path is not only the way to the center, it is actually part of the center. We learn to participate in the center by first walking the path. Obsession with the destination becomes an impediment to reaching it. Instead, by patiently inhabiting each step, we discover the center in ourselves... and our feet naturally end up there, as well.

We walk with our whole selves –

and I still don't know: am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?

On this roundabout road to God, we question our own nature. We encounter the mystery of self. Who and what are we really? Ultimately, it is in that questioning of a self that eludes definition where we find the still center.

The quieter we are, the more patient and open we are in our sadnesses, the more deeply and serenely the new presence can enter us, and the more we can make it our own, the more it becomes our fate; and later on, when it "happens" (that is, steps forth out of us to other people), we will feel related and close to it in our innermost being. And that is necessary. It is necessary - and toward this point our development will move, little by little - that nothing alien happen to us, but only what has long been our own. People have already had to rethink so many concepts of motion; and they will also gradually come to realize that what we call fate does not come into us from the outside, but emerges from us. It is only because so many people have not absorbed and transformed their fates while they were living in them that they have not realized what was emerging from them; it was so alien to them that, in their confusion and fear, they thought it must have entered them at the very moment they became aware of it, for they swore they had never before found anything like that inside them. Just as people for a long time had a wrong idea about the sun's motion, they are even now wrong about the motion of what is to come. The future stands still, dear Mr. Kappus, but we move in infinite space.

Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen, die sich über die Dinge ziehn. Ich werde den letzten vielleicht nicht vollbringen, aber versuchen will ich ihn.

Ich kreise um Gott, um den uralten Turm, und ich kreise jahrtausendelang; und ich weiß noch nicht: bin ich ein Falke, ein Sturm oder ein großer Gesang.

I live my life in widening circles (set me free)

Starry Night (Vincent van Gogh), Widening Circles by Rainer Maria Rilke (tr. Joanna Macy), Commentary by Ivan M. Granger, The Chartres Cathedral Labyrinth, Ouroboros, 1760 (a photograph by Granger), question mark symbol in Armenian, 지민 (Jimin) 'Set Me Free Pt.2', Letters to a Young Poet (by Rainer Maria Rilke), Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen (by Rainer Maria Rilke)

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