#(a spontaneous UNCONTROLLED transformation)

[meldingintheunderdark]

Halsin being so aroused he transforms spontaneously into a cave bear is very sweet. His shame and annoyance because of his lack of control... I like to think his wildshape is his oldest coping mechanism.

We know the Silverboughs are all dead because of a combination of illness and misfortune, therefore Halsin faced death and grief early in life. I wonder if his wildshape helped him to grieve his family after he joined the druids. Even as a cub/young male, he was already stronger and bigger than his wood elf self. Fur and fat, claws and fangs, he was at long last able to defend himself, even against the hardships of life. He discovered a way to deal with his feelings thanks to the most primal side of his personality. Maybe it helped to make things simpler. His feelings seemed less daunting. Some animals grieve too. Perhaps living among beasts as a bear allowed him to experience tragic deaths all over again, the harshness and unpredictability of nature as well as its beauty, until he could grieve and find joy once more.

In other words, his wildshape was often used to process intense emotions, hence its overwhelming presence when he’s enraged... or extremely close to the elven equivalent of a rut. Despite the passing years, the habit stayed as an adult. Halsin also mentions hibernating. Perhaps these periods were somewhat akin to “depression naps”, but excessively longer. After all he was the sole surviving Silverbough and one of the rare survivors of the shadow curse.

That’s why the scene is endearing. Such an ancient, childish habit Halsin was utterly unable or unwilling to ditch. His oldest coping mechanism exposed out of the blue to his first lover in a long while. So embarrassing. When the PC accepts and even desires his wildshape, it shouldn’t be reduced to a comical moment. Yes, the traumatized squirrel is funny, fucking a wildshape is a risqué kink, but come on. His lover wants him as he is, imperfections and all, from the wounded kid to the wounded adult. The PC embraces Halsin whole, unconditionally.

Sszazar won't understand how essential this wildshape is to Halsin at first, no time to muse over this when he's going to get railed by his cave bear of a lover, however he will sense it isn't merely about arousal. It's the uncontrollable and purest expression of Halsin's vulnerability.

[emmkayyy03]

Aries 🔥 vs. Scorpio 🦂: Mars in All Its Glory

And again, we delve into the heart of Mars, the planet of raw energy, conflict, and desire.

🔥On one side, we have Aries ,the bold, unrelenting force of the ram.Aries is the roaring fire, wild and untamed, ready to engulf everything in its path. It thrives on heat and intensity, demanding immediate action and confrontation. When provoked, Aries explodes with unfiltered energy, unafraid to face challenges head-on. Imagine confronting an Aries man on the street ,his eyes burn with immediate fury as he steps forward, fists clenched, growling,

“Say that again, and we’ll settle it right here.”

Aries doesn’t wait—it acts, fueled by instinct and an unrelenting drive to win the moment.

🧊Opposing this fiery charge is Scorpio ,the calculated, relentless power of Mars in its shadowed depths.It is the icy stillness, sharp and unforgiving. Its power lies in its ability to freeze the chaos, observing and calculating every move with lethal precision. When Scorpio strikes, it’s not loud or chaotic ,it’s silent, deliberate, and leaves no room for recovery. It’s the ice that creeps in, slowly suffocating, Picture a Scorpio man in the same scenario. He’d lock eyes with you, his voice low and cold, almost amused:

“You’ll feel this long after I’ve walked away.”

Scorpio doesn’t react—it strategizes, ensuring the impact is unforgettable and irreversible.

Aries comes at you like a battering ram, hitting hard and leaving bruises that ache and remind you of the impact for days. Scorpio, on the other hand, cuts deep like a knife in the dark, leaving scars that don’t just mark your skin but stay with you forever, haunting you in ways you can’t forget.

Aries 🔥: The Fearless Warrior

Conflict Style: Direct AF. They’ll throw the punch, slam the door, and call you out—no passive-aggression here. Strengths: Courage, spontaneity, and sheer audacity. Aries is the kind of person who runs headfirst into a fight without checking how big the opponent is. Weaknesses: Impatience. Burnout. Acting before thinking.Quick Thinking.

If Aries is mad, you’ll hear it, see it, and feel it—then it’s over. Their fire burns bright, but fast. They don’t have time for grudges; life’s too short for that.

Scorpio 🦂: The Silent Assassin

Conflict Style: Silent, strategic, and psychological. Scorpio will dismantle your life piece by piece, starting with your weak spots. They’ll keep their cool while you crumble. Strengths: Emotional intensity, unshakable focus, and unmatched resilience. They can handle what others can’t even imagine. Weaknesses: Obsession. Grudges. Overthinking. Self destructive tendancy.

Mess with a Scorpio, and they won’t just burn the bridge—they’ll erase the map, sink the boats, and make sure you never even think about crossing them again.

Aries vs. Scorpio: A Tale of Mars

Instant vs. Enduring: Aries is the explosion 💥—loud and fast. Scorpio is the lava flow 🌋—slow, unstoppable, and utterly consuming.

Confrontation vs. Subtlety: Aries will stand in front of you, screaming, “Let’s go!” Scorpio will stand behind you, whispering, “You’ll regret this... forever.”

Forgiveness: Aries forgives because they don’t have the time to hold onto things. Scorpio forgives... never.

In Love 💋

Aries Passion: A wildfire—uncontrollable, exciting, and all-consuming in the moment. It’s sexy, spontaneous, and impossible to ignore. Scorpio Passion: A black hole—drawing you in deeper and deeper, with no escape. Their love is transformative, almost intoxicating, but it comes with a price: complete vulnerability.

If Aries is the warrior screaming their battle cry as they charge, Scorpio is the assassin waiting in the shadows, already planning your downfall. Aries fights to conquer the day and Scorpio ensures they own your soul.🧊🔥

[louquorice]

AVATAR: TLA/LOK universe “sequel AU” concept

AU takes place several avatar cycles after Korra

In the year 2000, the world has undergone a massive transformation and is a far cry from the one known in the days of the Four Nations. The once-divided nations of the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads have united under a single banner, forming [unnamed country], a progressive society that has largely abandoned its ancient traditions. Bending—once revered as an essential skill—is now in a regulatory grey area (regulated; either licensed, suspended, or exiled), seen as irrelevant in the age of technology. The Avatar, once the world's protector, is now nothing more than a forgotten relic of history, their role reduced to a mere tradition. It is a society where the ancient traditions have been abandoned in favor of rapid technological advancement.

When Sozin's Comet unexpectedly returns years ahead of its predicted path, it brings with it a cosmic anomaly that disrupts the natural balance of all four elements. The comet’s influence creates global chaos:

Fire becomes uncontrollable, causing wildfires and spontaneous flames.

Earthquakes rattle cities, weakening infrastructures.

Water floods coastal cities and causes unpredictable tides.

Air storms destroy weather patterns, leading to violent, erratic tempests.

The comet’s arrival also shatters the delicate peace between the coexisting physical world and Spirit World, awakening once-dormant spirits and causing widespread spiritual disturbances.

The Avatar, the latest in the Waterbender line and is no one but just a typical high schooler in every way, is ill-prepared for such a crisis. A world-saving hero that no one expects because they’ve been ignored their whole life. Someone who prefers to have an Algebra test rather than deal with a world-ending crisis. Untrained and inexperienced, they are thrust into a world where bending is forbidden and the Avatar’s spiritual connection is weak. With the balance of the world in jeopardy, the Avatar embarks on a journey to rediscover bending, reconnect with lost traditions, and confront the growing chaos.

(Excerpt from lore written by burymenot)

Note: This is a concept developed by my digital arts class, in collaboration with myself, that we got way too invested in, and so we must release this hyperfixation in public lol

Team Avatar

Zen, 17 (Avatar from the Water tribe)

He is the incarnation following the unscrupulous air nomad Avatar Khando, widely reviled for being a menace to society. He led a renegade faction of the Freedom Fighters, who were more extremist in their methods. This unflattering reputation further soured the reception towards the next Avatar. (written by clygerdoodles, who is a friend I roped into this AU lol)

Zen is the titular Avatar, master of Four elements & meant to bring balance to the world. He is in his last year of high school, living a typical teenage life in a quiet neighborhood together with his parents and pet (otter-platypus) Shin, content with a life of mediocrity ever since his unceremonious announcement as the Avatar. When called to fulfill his traditional duty, he reluctantly accepts the responsibility, having feelings of doubt bothering him every now and again.

Thrust into a chaotic world that suddenly needs an Avatar after some cycles of indifference, he faces many challenges that questions his principles and world views, hardwired by history and his own upbringing. While he strives hard to exceed the expectations placed upon him despite his unpreparedness, deep down all he wants is to live a normal life like others. (Written by jnzn.art)

Jia Zhang, 17 (Avatar’s bestfriend)

With one parent being a famous Mover star, and the other being a top socialite, Jia’s parents barely spend time with her and as such, she is spoiled rotten, if only to prevent her from complaining about them on social media and ruining their reputation.

Daughter of extremely wealthy and successful parents, Jia is someone used to getting what she wants. Besides her snobbish personality, she is also loud and catty, which makes most of her classmates dislike her. She has an unbridled obsession with Avatar lore and became notorious for her many product orders from Avatarland, always looking forward when she will receive her next parcel. Born an earthbender, she instead appropriates waterbender customs, all because the current Avatar is from the water tribe.

As the self-appointed bestfriend of the Avatar, she is ever supportive of him and he is one of the few people she acts cordial with. She accompanies Zen on his training journey across the world, oftentimes paying for the group’s expenses with no questions asked. Always feels unappreciated and useless, as her ideas are usually shot down or talked over by others and isn’t assigned in serious roles in the team dynamic. (Written by kuramaru)

The Twins (Children of current head of the White Lotus)

Kyna, 18 (potentially talented airbender)

Bubbly and down to earth, Kyna is the more approachable one between the twins. Unlike her brother, she prefers to go out with friends and traveling to different Air Temples. At home, she dutifully fulfills her responsibilities in the household, leading her to be considered the “favored child.” Despite that, she has a close relationship with Kai, and loves to pester him, much to his annoyance, but would sometimes help him in his tech endeavors.

Trying to live up to her namesake, she learned airbending at a very young age but has yet to master it. Touted as talented, yet plagued by laziness. She wants to earn her master tattoos yet spends more time reading scrolls or watching documentaries about the art rather than practicing it. When presented with the opportunity by her father to accompany the Avatar on his training journey, she jumps on the chance, relishing on the thought of traveling the world. (Written by Mikay C)

Kai, 18 (tech savvy non-bender)

Kai is someone who is not interested with his Father’s work in the White Lotus nor in his sister’s involvement with Team Avatar. In fact, he aims to graduate from high school and finally pursue a degree in Robotics Engineering. Deeming their duty to the Avatar more important, his father convinced him through bribery, buying him tech he so badly wants just as long as he tags along with the Team. Also, he cares too much about his sister to leave her alone.

His personality consists of him being distant most of the time, always appearing cool and mysterious, but is actually emotionally repressed and easily irritated. He is tech savvy and a self-identified gamer, preferring to shut himself in his room studying robotics and tinkering, or play games the whole day. (Written by KeziartS)

(The students assigned these roles didn’t fulfill some of their requirements, hence the minimal art from them directly 😔)

Zhihan, 21 (Lost heir to the Fire Nation throne)

She is the heir to the Fire Nation royal family, their lineage difficult to trace when the monarchy collapsed after the relatively short reign of Iroh II. The fact is revealed to her by her Uncle Ikigai, whom she doesn’t have the best relationship with, believing him to be her father’s killer. Ultimately, her ‘princess’ status is something she doesn’t have it in her to really care about.

A college drop-out who opted to be a cast member in Avatarland, a theme park located at an old Fire Nation temple. Along with her cousin Zar, they live in poverty, being overworked and underpaid in their jobs as performers, so they would often stage scams on unsuspecting tourists in order to get by. Self-serving and ignorant to a fault, but not without morals. She mostly comes off as friendly and endearing, and uses that natural charm to commit petty theft or lie her way out of trouble. Never having formal combat training in Firebending, she is at the very least, aware of the basics, and mostly uses it in her performances akin to party tricks.

Somewhat apologetic for causing a rift between two members of Team Avatar, she leads them to her uncle Ikigai, one of the firebending masters listed to help train Zen. Consequently, she is forced to accompany them the rest of the way, acting as the ‘legal guardian’ for Team Avatar, but only after striking an agreement with them that she is to be compensated.

(The character was supposed to be one-off, like the Cabbage guy, but my students kept adding roles and traits to her and since I go along with what they say, she eventually became a fleshed out character I got attached to 😭)

Enola Baolan, 19 (Book 1 antagonist)

She is branded as the child of traitors, a title she inherited through no fault of her own, but because the United Republic of Nations’ leaders labeled her parents as such, for their groundbreaking invention on technology capable of mimicking bending abilities to a certain extent.

Enlian, who uses “Enola” as an alias, is a non-bender with a troubled past, born in Ba Sing Se to earthbending parents who specialize in metalbending. After her parents were “banished” by the government for their inventions, she is orphaned at a very young age. She lived with many foster families, enduring both kindness and neglect. She worked odd jobs through the years, such as a mechanic at Teo’s workshop and as a courier at Kuruk Express, earning enough wage for modest living conditions.

Once she discovers the truth about her parent’s disappearance, she finds their hidden laboratory, collecting their notes and working prototypes, and vows vengeance against their oppressors. Though she cannot bend, she compensates for it with sheer tenacity and tactical ingenuity, paired with utilizing her parent’s prized invention, the Earth Gauntlets, makes her a force to be reckoned with.

Initially masquerading as a bender of all elements, she acts as the foil to the Avatar. She challenges Zen’s views, who believes himself a beacon of balance, but for Enola, he is the enduring symbol of a flawed system. (Written by burymenot)

[princesslightgiggles]

Laughter, rediscovered

After their myriad spectral adventures, the Dead Boy Detectives, Charles Rowland and Edwin Paine, had been granted a peculiar reward: life. Restored to the living realm in their boyish forms, they found themselves wandering the lush gardens of their boarding school, a site once familiar in its spectral gloom, now vibrant and filled with the hustle of life.

One crisp autumn afternoon, while the golden hues painted the leaves in fiery tones, Edwin found himself particularly engrossed in a classic novel, his brows furrowed in concentration. Charles, on the other hand, had grown restless with the stillness of the day and was looking for a bit of mischief.

"Edwin, have you ever considered that perhaps, just perhaps, there's more to life than dusty old books?" Charles teased, trying to snatch the book from Edwin's hands.

Edwin adjusted his glasses and replied with all the seriousness of a seasoned scholar, "This isn't just any book, Charles. It's a masterpiece of literary—"

Before he could finish, Charles poked him in the ribs, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. To Charles' surprise, Edwin jumped a foot in the air, letting out an uncharacteristic squeak that shattered his usual stoic demeanor.

"What on earth—Charles!" Edwin exclaimed in shock, his face flushing with embarrassment.

Charles burst into laughter, unable to resist the temptation of his discovery. "Oh, Edwin! Who knew you were ticklish?"

"I am not!" Edwin protested. But Charles, delighting in the reaction, darted forward and launched a full-scale tickle assault.

Edwin squirmed and writhed under the onslaught, his scholarly composure melting into peals of genuine, uncontrollable laughter. The sensation of being tickled was overwhelming; each poke and prod ignited a spark of laughter that cascaded uncontrollably from him. His usual reserve shattered, and he found himself giggling hysterically, his body jerking in spontaneous, erratic movements as he tried to evade Charles’s playful fingers.

"Stop, Charles! This is—this is most undignified!" he managed between his giggles.

“Oh, come now, Edwin! It’s just a bit of fun!” Charles chuckled, relentless in his tickling. The sight of Edwin so out of character only spurred him on.

The feel of Charles’s fingers were like electric impulses, sending jolts of laughter through Edwin’s body, utterly disarming him. He was embarrassingly aware of the involuntary spasms and giggles that betrayed his stoic facade. But as he gathered his wits amidst the laughter, he saw an opportunity and flipped their positions, pinning Charles down with a sudden, surprising strength.

"Now, let's see how you fare, Mr. Rowland!" Edwin declared, his fingers finding Charles's ribs. Charles’s reaction was immediate and explosive. As Edwin tickled him, his laughter boomed across the garden, a sound so hearty and infectious it seemed to echo off the school walls.

Charles tried to squirm away, but Edwin was quick and merciless with his tickling, discovering every sensitive spot with a playful yet determined precision. "Mercy, Edwin! Mercy!" Charles begged between uncontrollable bursts of laughter.

"I thought you enjoyed a good tickle fight, Mr. Rowland!" Edwin teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he continued his playful assault. Charles's laughter, pure and uninhibited, filled the air, transforming the usually serene garden into a playground of joyous sounds.

Their tickle fight evolved into a rolling, laughing tangle of limbs on the grassy lawn, the seriousness of their former lives forgotten in these moments of childish glee. Finally, breathless and spent, they lay side by side on the soft earth, the late afternoon sun warming their faces.

Edwin, his composure thoroughly undone but his heart lighter than it had been in decades, glanced over at Charles and chuckled. "Well, that was thoroughly unbecoming of a gentleman."

Charles propped himself up on an elbow, grinning at his friend. "Perhaps, but I daresay, Mr. Paine, sometimes it's perfectly fine to be a little ungentlemanly."

And as the shadows lengthened and the laughter echoed in the cool breeze, Edwin found himself agreeing. For the first time in a very long time, he felt truly alive, not just in body but in spirit. And all it had taken was a little bit of laughter—a language, he realised, that was just as important as any he had ever read about.

[stevessecretfantasy2]

The pit.

Standing at the entrance of the pub's bathroom, I felt a mix of nerves and exhilaration as I gazed at the six-foot-deep pit filled with shimmering piss. It was my second hour on the job, and I quickly realized that this wasn’t your average watering hole. Sarah’s laughter rang out from the pit, a playful invitation that sent a thrill of spontaneity racing through me.

“Come on in, the water feels amazing!” she called, splashing piss that glimmered under the dim lighting. Temptation tugged at me, and with a quick look aroundto gather myself, I peeled off my uniform, feeling the rush of cool air against my skin before stepping into the warm, inviting piss.

Immediately, the vibrations rippled through me, a tingling sensation that felt oddly indulgent. I began to laugh, the tension of my first shift melting away as I watched Sarah, her playful demeanor intoxicating.

“You look adorable in here!” she teased, splashing piss in my direction. As some droplets landed on me, I began to feel a delightful combination of embarrassment and exhilaration.

“What, like a wet puppy?” I shot back, grinning.

“More like a puppy who’s just discovered water for the first time!” Sarah laughed, the playful humiliation only adding to the thrill of the experience. I splashed her in retaliation, both of us caught up in a lighthearted battle that felt liberating.

With that a group of women walked into the bath room “I told you it was real.” screeched one of them. They approached the edge of the pit as I tried to hide my face in shame.

Another girl spoke up. Blushing slightly “ so do we just pee into this? With you in it.” Sara was actually bouncing as she sayed “yes extra points if you hit us.”

Bracing myself i looked up to see 4 women barely old enough to drink all in sundress turning round lifting their dress as they drop ther pantys and began to let lose. One of the streams hitting me square in the face. “10 points” shouted Sara

Just then, one of the women asked “Is it as fun as it looks?” clearly intrigued. As her frends looked shocked.

“Absolutely! Join us!” I called, feeling unexpectedly bold with the surge of adrenaline. The woman Maya stepped in, her laughter echoing against the tiled walls as she slid into the pit beside us. The warmth of the piss enveloped us like a hug, and the playfulness quickly escalated.

One of Maya’s friends looked like she consisted joining us, but at the moment, a man entered the bafroom, and they quickly moved on. The man without hesitation whipped out his cock and smiling began to piss moving his aim between the 3 of us.

After that i think something broke. I was naked humiliated and covered in strangers piss but i was also really starting to feel turned on.

“Alright, let’s see who can make the biggest splash!” I suggested, eager to keep the fun going. We erupted into chaos, splashing piss and giggling uncontrollably, my embarrassment transforming into pure joy.

But then, in the midst of all the playing, I lost my footing and slipped, plunging into the piss. I surfaced with a sputter, hair plastered to my face, and I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks. “Nice dive!” Sarah laughed, clearly trying to suppress a grin.

“Very graceful,” Maya added with a teasing smirk. The lighthearted humiliation sent an unexpected thrill through me, a reminder that I was willingly exposing myself to this playful torment.

“You know what they say—if you can’t swim, just get wet!” I declared, trying to regain my composure while figuring out how to tease back. Once I stood again, the slow, wavering vibrations of water felt even more exhilarating. The moments of embarrassment turned into an invitation to embrace the chaos, an easy acceptance of the fun in it all.

“Okay, okay, you’ve had your fun. Time for some real competition!” Sarah said, her playful competitiveness igniting the air around us. “Let’s do a synchronized splash! But, you both have to do it while standing on one leg!”

My heart raced at the ridiculous challenge, mixing humor with humiliation. “I can totally do it!” I boasted, precariously balancing on my right leg. From my elevated position, I could feel the water swirling around me, adding to the thrill as I tried not to tip over.

“Go!” Sarah shouted, and we all launched into a chaotic, giggling disaster, arms flailing as we tried to synchronize splashes while balancing. I lost my footing once more, tumbling back into the piss with a loud splash. This time, the water drenched Maya and Sarah, and I could only laugh awkwardly as they gazed at me, clearly amused by my clumsiness.

“Maybe you’re the real splash champion after all!” Maya teased, her expression filled with warmth and laughter.

Yeah, I’m just making sure to keep you both entertained!” I shot back, the playful humiliation settling comfortably within the camaraderie we shared. It felt good to embody this ridiculousness, letting go of my inhibitions while embracing the raw joy of the moment.

By this point I had started to enjoy the constant golden rain from the customers. Covering me in their amber nectar.

As we all continued to splash and laugh, a sense of liberation enveloped me. I realized that it was precisely the blur of fun and slight embarrassment that created this playful atmosphere, drawing us closer together. The piss became our playground, a space where laughter and camaraderie thrived, and for the first time since starting my shift, I felt undeniably at home in this chaotic, vibrant world of humiliation and pleasure.

As the laughter and splashes echoed in the bathroom, the atmosphere shifted from playful banter to something much more charged. I could feel the vibrant energy humming between us, and each accidental touch ignited a spark that both thrilled and unnerved me.

“Okay, let’s see who can keep their hands to themselves the longest,” Sarah proposed, her voice laced with mischief as she leaned closer to me, her breath warm against my skin. There was a playful glint in her eyes that sent a thrill down my spine.

“Challenge accepted!” I replied, feeling my heart race as I locked eyes with Maya, who mirrored the same playful determination.

We resumed splashing, but it wasn’t long before the proximity intensified the touches. I felt Sarah’s fingers brush against my arm, lingering just a moment too long, sending pulses of warmth through me. The piss swirled around us as I turned to splash Sarah, the movement causing our bodies to collide lightly. The playful contact felt electric, igniting a wild sense of desire that was nearly overwhelming.

Maya took a step closer, deliberately letting her leg brush against mine, the touch sending a wave of heat coursing through my body. “You’re not going to win this challenge if you keep touching me,” she teased, but her playful tone was laced with something more enticing.

I flashed a grin, feeling adventurous. “Maybe I want to lose,” I shot back, my voice low with a playful edge. Almost on cue, I reached out, fingers gliding across Maya’s arm, my touch lingering on her skin. She shivered slightly, her expression shifting as she leaned further into my touch.

“Careful what you wish for,” Sarah mused, her eyes flickering between us, intrigued. In a bold move, she stepped closer, turning the playful challenge into an unspoken invitation. The warm piss created a sense of intimacy, and I felt myself drawn to both of them, as if the boundary between playful competition and something deeper was evaporating.

Before I could think, I leaned in closer to Sarah, letting my fingers trail along her waist. She gasped lightly, a sound that filled me with exhilaration, egging me on. “Looks like someone can’t keep their hands to themselves,” she said, her voice sultry.

With a teasing smirk, I turned the tables and splashed her again, eliciting playful squeals as she retaliated, pouring splashes of piss over me. It was chaotic, yet that thrill of touch lingered, the water not just wet but charged with tension.

Maya, clearly captivated by the moment, moved closer, so our bodies were nearly touching. “This is getting interesting,” she said, the heat in her voice unmistakable as her fingertips traced along my shoulder, sending electricity through every nerve.

“Guess I need to up my game then,” I replied, letting instinct and desire take over. I leaned in closer to Maya, my lips almost brushing against her ear as I whispered, “Maybe we should stop splashing and start exploring.”

She shivered at my words, and in that exhilarating moment, the air grew thick with anticipation. The playful challenge shifted, and I could see the desire reflected in both their eyes.

I glanced at Sarah, who was watching us with an intrigued expression. “What do you think?” I asked her, my breath hot against Maya’s skin. “Ready to let go of competition and embrace a little fun?”

At this Point We had all forgotten the patterns and their urin cascading down on us.

Without hesitation, Sarah stepped closer again, joining the intimacy. “I think we’ve gone beyond mere splashes,” she replied with a sultry smile, her hand finding my arm and squeezing gently.

My heart raced as our playful touches transformed into lingering caresses. The energy in the room felt intoxicating, the warm water cocooning us as our fingers explored with growing intimacy. I caught Maya’s gaze, and the heat in her eyes made it clear we were all ready for something more.

“Okay, no more games,” I proclaimed softly, my voice barely above a whisper. With a daring move, I leaned in and pressed my lips softly against Maya’s, the surprise of the kiss electrifying. It was something magical, and as I felt her melt into the kiss, I sensed Sarah moving in closer, her breath mingling with ours.

In that moment, the playful atmosphere turned into a whirlwind of excitement and passion. We were intertwined in laughter and heated touches, the piss swirling around us as we began to explore each other—a gentle battle of hands and lips, the tast of piss and the tuch of wet skin on skin. Igniting every sense.

As we kissed, the world outside faded away. The warm piss seemed to embrace us, creating a sanctuary where vulnerability and desire intertwined seamlessly. Every kiss grew deeper, hands roamed freely, and whispers of laughter turned into soft moans, each of us caught up in the vibrant connection we were forging together.

By this point we had attracted Quite a crowd. I was fairly certain that by ti's pints a lot of the droplets hitting us were cum instead of piss but at the time we didn't care there was only the 3 of us.

The playful challenge had morphed into a delightful exploration of what it meant to be so close to each other, an uncharted territory that was intoxicatingly thrilling. Each lingering caress and shared kiss told a story of newfound intimacy, a bond that was as electric as the water itself.

The last thing I remember before closing was my fingers sliding Into someone's pussy under the piss as someone else slid into my pussy and ass, fingers stroking my clit. Combined with the vibrations and constant rain of piss and cum I gave in to the pleasure. We apparently spent hours fucking echother only finishing when it came closing time.

So that was the story of my 1st shift in the pit, but it was definitely not my last.

[mapsofnonexistentplaces]

hai im very curious about bolots ability to turn into a cat. is it a trait he was born with or is it learned? what form does he generally prefer?

hehe favorite thing to talk about regarding that guy. this requires some setup so bear with me a bit

so the general workings of magic in OAR are a bit vague and i don’t want to rationalise them too much but effectively i think magic is just a thing that certain people are randomly born with whilst simultaneously being something that people can develop if they spend a lot of time in a place with ‘magical inclinations’. zdrengen, the town where argent rattle takes place, is a ‘well of magic’ due to being on an arbitrary metaphysical border with the realm of subconsciousness known as the dream world. so basically magic in this world is not so much a practiced science or something really publicly acknowledged so much as it is literal ‘dream logic’ that allows people to do certain things, whether they are born innately with their abilities or sort of grow them out upon living in a place drenched in dream logic. it is a very meta framing that has a very magical realism edge to it so it’s tough to explain but hopefully that works

bolot and his sister alena were directly born in zdrengen to immigrants originating in places lacking proximity to the dream world. so neither of the two really ‘inherited’ their powers through lineage and i’m tempted to say that that cannot really happen since powers are highly individualised? but i digress. effectively bolot developed his transformation ability because he’s been living in zdrengen all his life and had heavy exposure to dream logic (realising now — i suppose the way i describe dream logic sounds like radiation? befitting considering this story takes place after partial nuclear fallout, hah) and so he has been able to ‘practice’ and train his ability to full control

anyway, i want to say bolot’s powers developed when he was around like? 12? 13? young teen who was starting to become very aware of his own body and Did not like it. dude textually struggles a lot with body dysmorphia and more subtextually, dysphoria, and also has undiagnosed me/cfs which would’ve probably kicked in hard in his early teens too. much like a fever breaking in he sort of had random spontaneous bursts of turning into a cat uncontrollably, which peaked with heavy emotional instability and also post-exertional malaise. this was evidently very very scary but as he learned to expect it and sort of decided to take advantage of it in lieu of just hiding until he turned back to normal, he discovered his fatigue went down significantly as he occupied a smaller body, and the inhumanity of such a body quelled a lot of his own judgements about himself, at least momentarily. in the coming years he started sensing when transformations would occur and in turn, his powers became responsive to his feelings, allowing him voluntary control of his transformation alongside the ability to repress it. i want to say by his mid 20s he managed to get that shit down completely and so started to think of his powers as a very, very good thing

in his current age he basically prioritises his cat form, finding it the most comfortable. when going out for small errands or just idle wandering he’ll transform and then just set upon the streets of zdrengen poised as a feral cat — many people either know or suspect him having the ability to transform into a cat, but it’s kind of an open secret at best and he elects to believe he’s being subtle about it. part of his comfort with publicly being a cat is, as mentioned, a result of his insecurity in the physical space he takes up and his disability, but also significant is his typical discomfort in social situations and most conversations. being a cat limits his voicebox to that of a cat’s, so he sort of feels it’s more justified to onlookers if he doesn’t respond to things or does not express the ‘correct’ emotional response expected of him. being a cat is very much a matter of comfortable privacy for him….

he’s usually only really in his human form if he has to go out for Important Business, if he has to assist alena with something, or if he’s hosting guests at his place, the latter of which he’s slowly grown increasingly more comfortable with doing over the years. enough so to host intermittent piano lessons for anyone willing to pay for them, at least… and of course it goes without saying he’ll turn into a human when he needs to perform motor actions that are literally impossible for a cat to do, such as playing an instrument, which is his job! that being said he’s also capable of only partial transformation, which keeps him relatively humanoid — he’ll often stick to this for indulgences like piano playing for when he needs to be focused and comfortable….

fun fact also, the way dream logic works is that there is kind of a limited supply of it per month or something, much like an internet connection lol. if too much of it is used up it gets throttled and becomes unbearably slow for everyone. everyone in town with powers has an imposed limit of how much magic they can use and bolot often slightly oversteps it — though actually being a cat does not cut into the power supply any transformation back and forth does, and he often shifts multiple times a day. he gets nagged about it by the guy in charge of said power supply, qasim, but qasim often lets this slide anyway since they’re friends and he knows of bolot’s whole depressive dissociative thing so he’s just like Fine slow down for the next few days if you can though. they’re funny

[8bit-cookie-thief]

Grimm Milk

Contains Salem's recommended daily dose of Vitamin C (for Cyanide). Warning: Drinking grilk may cause sudden death, unsudden death, moderately sudden death, a compulsion to join RWDE twitter groups, spontaneously transforming into a socially awkward beowulf at embarrassing times (e.g., interviews, coffee dates, birthday parties), occasional uncontrollable urges to destroy foliage, and mild acne. Commissioned art created by Akakuma43.

Grilk: Grimm milk (do not ask how or from what). A running joke on CRWBY's vtuber series, started by Ruby at some point (I think during the Palworld streams?)

[theadaptableeducator]

An ‘Ism’ Overview - Photorealism vs. Surrealism

Photorealism and Surrealism are two art movements that emerged in the 20th century and have had a profound impact on the art world. While these two movements may seem quite different at first glance, they share certain similarities, particularly in their approach to representation.

Photorealism emerged in the 1960s as a reaction against Abstract Expressionism, which had dominated the art world for the previous decade. Photorealists sought to create paintings that looked like photographs, using techniques such as grid systems, projectors, and airbrushes to achieve a high level of detail and accuracy. This hyper-realistic style was seen as a challenge to the idea that painting should be expressive and emotional, instead emphasizing the technical skill of the artist.

Surrealism, on the other hand, emerged in the 1920s as a response to the horrors of World War I and the rise of Freudian psychoanalysis. Surrealists sought to explore the subconscious mind through dreamlike imagery and irrational juxtapositions, often drawing on elements of popular culture and folklore. The goal of Surrealism was to liberate the imagination from the constraints of reason and logic, creating a new kind of reality that transcended the everyday world.

At first glance, it might seem that Photorealism and Surrealism are diametrically opposed, with one emphasizing technical skill and the other emphasizing the irrational. However, both movements share a fascination with the representation of reality, albeit in very different ways. Photorealists strive to create a perfect replica of the world as it appears to the eye, while Surrealists seek to subvert and transform reality in order to reveal its hidden depths.

One of the key differences between Photorealism and Surrealism is their approach to subject matter. Photorealists tend to focus on mundane, everyday scenes, such as cityscapes, cars, and household objects. By contrast, Surrealists often draw on mythological and archetypal themes, using symbols and metaphors to explore the depths of the psyche. While Photorealists strive for an objective rendering of reality, Surrealists use distortion and exaggeration to create a sense of unreality.

Another important difference between these two movements is their attitude towards technique. Photorealists are often praised for their technical skill, with critics admiring the precision and accuracy of their work. By contrast, Surrealists often value spontaneity and chance, embracing techniques such as automatic drawing and collage that allow the subconscious to come to the fore. While Photorealism is seen as a triumph of the human hand, Surrealism celebrates the unexpected and the uncontrolled.

Despite these differences, both Photorealism and Surrealism represent important moments in the history of art, challenging traditional notions of representation and pushing the boundaries of what is possible in the visual arts. Both movements have had a profound influence on subsequent generations of artists, with many contemporary artists drawing on the techniques and ideas of these two seminal movements.

In conclusion, Photorealism and Surrealism may seem like radically different movements, but they share a fascination with the representation of reality and a willingness to challenge traditional modes of artistic expression. Whether striving for perfect realism or exploring the depths of the psyche, these two movements remind us that the visual arts are constantly evolving and that the possibilities of art are endless.

[natalchartnurtures]

The Astrology Behind A ~Slightly~ More Miraculous Life

Long post!

Miracles – those inexplicable, magical moments that defy our understanding. For many, they represent a positive shift in dire circumstances or a touch of the ethereal. But for me, they're synchronicities, divine guidance steering us toward our life's purpose. I'm not saying you must believe; it's just how I've come to experience them.

In the eyes of the everyday person (or what I lovingly call a 'muggle'), miracles are spontaneous, uncontrollable events. The muggle isn't entirely wrong though; miracles do seem beyond our grasp. Yet, if we consider them as divine synchronicities guiding us, they become signs illuminating our true selves.

However, embracing this idea can be daunting, especially if you've spent a lifetime disconnected from your essence, trapped in unnoticed fear. This fear, born from varying degrees of trauma, holds many back from living authentically.

Our shared human desire for miracles might just be the nudge we need to confront this fear, initiating a healing journey. What's miraculous to me might be living peacefully in the countryside, a hobbit's life. To another, it could mean a lavish existence in Paris – it's subjective.

~Enter Astrology ~

Astrology, with its intricate web of planetary energies, provides a map. Within your birth chart lie keys to unlocking your miraculous life. Understanding Jupiter, Neptune, Pluto, Sun, and Uranus – these cosmic players and their interplay in your birthchart – offers personalized insights.

We start with Jupiter.

Jupiter, as we are all familiar with, is the great benefic planet of astrology. It is the significant force in our cosmic neighborhood, representing good luck, fortune, abundance, blessings, expansion, and various positive attributes. Understanding how its energy influences your chart is key to building a miraculous life. Its position in your chart provides insights into how you can directly access expansion.

For instance, consider a scenario where you have difficulty expressing yourself. Let's say your Jupiter is in the sign of Aries and placed in the sixth house. This placement could indicate that your expansion is linked to finding ways to become more bold (reflecting Aries energy). You might achieve this by reading a book or watching a video and, more importantly, practicing what you learn consistently (related to the energy of the sixth house). Alternatively, cultivating a self-care routine (again, related to the sixth house energy) could help you feel more comfortable in your skin, boosting your self-confidence (reflecting Aries energy).

There are numerous interpretations for Jupiter in Aries in the sixth house; the key is to embody these energies in a way that works best for you. By doing so, you might encounter remarkably expansive energies that propel you toward a miraculous life.

Next we understand Neptune's role.

"Now, moving onto a little about Neptune's role – Neptune is all about whimsical, dreamy, spiritual, and ethereal energy, which is at the heart of miracles, in my opinion. Tapping into her energies by embodying the zodiac sign she's placed in can truly make you a vibrational match to, quite honestly, magical energy. Given, of course, that you're connecting to the higher frequencies of Neptune.

For example, let's say you've got Neptune in Capricorn in the first house. Allowing yourself to build a sense of self (1st house) with discipline (Capricorn) can work brilliantly to tap into this part of your divinity. People with Neptune in the first house struggle with boundaries, and so their sense of self is either non-existent or constantly changing based on external influence, and sometimes, they're not even aware of it. So yes, the point of exploring your Neptune placement is to tap into your own divine potential."

Next we have a spicy one.

Pluto - ah, Pluto. What a force. Intense, extreme, and oh so transformative. He's like the bad boy of the cosmos, except he guides you straight into self-actualization if you let him. Pluto loves leading you into your shadows so you can face them and realize your full alchemical potential. When you tap into this energy, you can metaphorically turn dirt into gold. However, when we first tap into Jupiter and Neptune, we might face pushback and resistance from within ourselves, originating in our subconscious, whether from childhood or the challenges of life itself. Pluto rules the subconscious, so delving into Pluto's placement provides insight into how to tackle your 'inner demons' that prevent you from embodying your Jupitarian and Neptunian energy. Let's say you have Pluto in your 10th house in Cancer. Your transformational power lies in being able to feel (Cancer) all of your repressed emotions and allowing them some form of expression. By expressing these feelings, you might stumble upon an alternative career related to this expression, or your professional life (10th house) will likely undergo a transformative change for the better. That's one way to interpret this energy, but remember, there are endless perspectives on this. Always keep that in mind."

Time for a more familiar dude. Sun.

Ah, the good old Sun – warm, vibrant, hard to miss, attention-loving, in-your-face, and generous. It represents the ego in our cosmos. After tapping into your intense transformational power, there will be an obvious shift in your ego and how you perceive yourself, sort of like a mini makeover. Your Sun energy helps you make sense of yourself again; its role is that simple.

Let's say your Sun is in Gemini, 4th house. You can connect with this energy by allowing yourself to be more curious about your new self (Gemini), and seeking emotionally nurturing (4th house) connections would help you find some stability in your new world.

Finally, the last one. I present to you Uranus and his role.

Iconic, rebellious, innovative, pioneering, unconventional, and the crackpot of our cosmos. Tapping into its vibe allows you to embrace the suddenness of a miraculous life. Nothing unfolds as expected when you're living miraculously; surprises abound, and exhaustion eludes you. It's the "cherry on top" of this wonderful concoction of energies we've been exploring for days, weeks, months, or even years – whatever time it takes for you. This connection to your Uranian energy prepares you for the wild ride of experiences, readying you for both the challenging times and the moments of immense joy.

Imagine you have Uranus in the 2nd house in the sign of Taurus. You could interpret this energy as nurturing a robust sense of self-worth (2nd house), enabling you to endure (Taurus) any challenge you might face.

This cosmic dance isn't about predicting your future; it's understanding your energies. It's your choice how to interpret and embody them. Miracles, in their myriad forms, await those brave enough to ~venture inward~

What are your thoughts on this interpretation of miracles and astrology? Want to delve deeper? Share your insights; I'm here for the conversation.

Thank you for reading through this big boy of a post. I really appreciate you and (maybe even) your curiosity.

Happy evolving!

Love and Light <3

[shaadidukaanwedding]

Best Wedding Photographer in Dehradun to Capture Your Big Day

Weddings are not just events; they are stories of love, emotions, families coming together, and promises for a lifetime. In the heart of Uttarakhand, surrounded by majestic mountains and picturesque backdrops, Dehradun has become a dream wedding destination for many. But even in such a naturally stunning location, the essence of a wedding lies in how those fleeting moments are captured—and that’s where the Best Wedding Photographer in Dehradun steps in.

Why Photography Matters More Than Ever

Your wedding day is filled with emotions—tears of joy, uncontrollable laughter, stolen glances, and timeless traditions. But the real magic lies in how those moments are documented. Wedding photography isn't just about pretty pictures anymore. It’s storytelling. It's the art of capturing raw emotions, spontaneous interactions, and the beauty of rituals.

When you hire the best wedding photographer in Dehradun, you’re not just booking someone to take pictures. You're inviting an artist to capture your love story as it unfolds, naturally and beautifully.

What Makes a Wedding Photographer "The Best"?

Dehradun has no shortage of photographers, but what makes someone truly the best? It's a combination of technical expertise, artistic vision, and emotional intelligence. Let’s break this down:

1. Experience in Wedding Shoots

A seasoned wedding photographer knows how to work under pressure, manage time, and navigate different cultures and ceremonies. From pre-wedding shoots in Mussoorie’s hills to grand receptions in luxury venues, they know how to adapt and deliver perfection.

2. Creative Vision

Great wedding photographers bring a unique perspective to every frame. They can transform an ordinary background into something magical through their lens. Whether it's playing with natural light during a haldi ceremony or using drones for cinematic overhead shots of your baraat, their creativity sets them apart.

3. Emotionally Attuned

The best photographers don’t just click pictures; they feel the emotions. They know when to quietly capture a mother’s teary smile or a bride’s anxious giggle before the pheras. That emotional sensitivity is what makes their work timeless.

4. Consistency

A professional wedding photographer delivers quality work consistently. From your engagement to reception, every album should feel like it’s part of a seamless narrative.

5. Technical Mastery

High-end equipment, editing expertise, lighting knowledge—these technical aspects are non-negotiable. But when combined with artistic flair, they make the difference between a good photo and a phenomenal one.

Dehradun: The Perfect Canvas

Dehradun itself offers a mesmerizing backdrop that enhances wedding photography. The green valleys, colonial buildings, temples, forest trails, and proximity to locations like Rishikesh and Mussoorie make it a versatile destination. A top photographer will always know how to use these locations to their full potential—whether it’s a candid shoot at Robber’s Cave, romantic moments in FRI gardens, or spiritual portraits near Tapkeshwar temple.

Types of Wedding Photography to Consider

A top wedding photographer in Dehradun offers a variety of styles to suit your preference:

1. Candid Photography

This style is all about capturing genuine, unposed moments. From laughter shared with bridesmaids to a groom’s reaction when he sees the bride—candid photography brings out the true essence of the day.

2. Traditional Photography

Some moments need a classic approach. Rituals, group shots, and portraits of elders in the family—these are best documented traditionally.

3. Cinematic Videography

Think of this as a movie trailer of your love story. Using drones, professional cameras, and storyboarding, the best photographers create breathtaking wedding films that you’ll want to re-watch for years.

4. Pre-Wedding and Post-Wedding Shoots

These sessions allow couples to express their bond in scenic settings. Whether it's a romantic sunset shoot in Mussoorie or a quirky concept at a Dehradun café, these shoots reflect your personality as a couple.

Client Experience Matters

A good photographer doesn't just shine behind the camera—they also know how to manage people and emotions. Weddings can be chaotic, and it takes a calm, confident, and friendly photographer to coordinate family portraits or make a camera-shy bride comfortable.

Look for a photographer who communicates clearly, plans every detail with you, shares creative ideas, and respects your vision. Many of the best professionals offer detailed consultation sessions before the wedding to align expectations and timelines.

Investing in Memories

Let’s be honest—great wedding photography is an investment. But it’s also one of the few things from your wedding that lasts forever. The food will be eaten, the decorations dismantled, but the memories captured in those pictures will remain for generations. When you flip through your wedding album or play your wedding film years later, you’ll thank yourself for choosing the best.

In Dehradun, top photographers offer various packages ranging from intimate weddings to lavish multi-day celebrations. Many even offer combo packages for photo + video, drone coverage, pre-wedding, and more.

Conclusion :

The Best Wedding Photographer in Dehradun is someone who can beautifully freeze time for you—who understands the importance of every glance, tear, and smile. They are the silent narrators of your big day, ensuring that when you look back, you don’t just see pictures—you feel them.

So, if you're planning your wedding in Dehradun, choose someone who can do justice to your story. Someone who can blend art with authenticity. Because in the end, memories fade, but photographs make them eternal.

Let your love story be captured in the most heartfelt, creative, and timeless way. Your fairytale deserves nothing less.

[codexmaledictus]

🕯️ Codex Maledictus – Glyph Fragment 001 - Mutoid Vermin: Chapter I: Origins and Genesis

The parchment did not consent to be read. It tore itself open.

What follows was not scribed, but remembered—pulled screaming from the vault of The Endurance and transcribed before the scribe was consumed.

You read this now because you were always going to.

Codex Maledictus

Entry I: Mutoid Vermin

Chapter I: Origins and Genesis

Extracted from the suppressed archives of the Ordo Hereticus—Inquisitorial Seal broken by order of Lord Inquisitor Valerian.

The festering corridors of Mortarion's dreaded flagship, The Endurance, have long echoed with whispers of the dark alchemy conducted within its depths. It was within the bowels of this accursed vessel, amidst laboratories cloaked in perpetual darkness and rife with plagues so potent they corroded adamantium bulkheads, that the first stirrings of the abhorrent entities known collectively as Mutoid Vermin were noted.

In the wake of the Horus Heresy, the Death Guard, trapped and tormented in the Warp, surrendered wholly to Grandfather Nurgle. The Lord of Decay, pleased by Mortarion’s forced devotion, bestowed upon his legion gifts of pestilence and grotesque immortality. Yet, among the countless plagues and pathogens cultivated by Typhus the Traveler, first captain of the Death Guard and Herald of Nurgle himself, there arose a particular strain—initially disregarded, mistaken for mere infestation.

It began humbly, hidden in the bilges and sub-decks of the warship, bred from spilled vats of diseased gene-seed and abandoned mortal remains left to rot in the relentless heat and humidity of Warp-infused decay. These neglected fluids, forgotten beneath layers of filth, coagulated into primordial pools of mutative potential. Here, Nurgle’s boundless creativity birthed life from rot, sparking rapid, uncontained mutations. The first generations of vermin, minute scavengers and parasites, were considered little more than annoyances by Mortarion’s Plague Marines.

Yet soon, whispers began among the mortal servants aboard The Endurance. Strange tales recounted how plague-serfs vanished mysteriously, only to be discovered weeks later as hollowed husks, drained of flesh and bone, their interiors swarming with an undulating mass of grotesque vermin. Amid these unnerving discoveries, the Death Guard sorcerers and plague alchemists of the Legion began to take note. Intrigued by the potential of these spontaneously evolved creatures, they sought to harness and accelerate their evolution.

Under the grim guidance of the daemonically gifted alchemist Fabius Bile, who briefly collaborated with the Death Guard during the Scouring’s chaos, a series of unholy experiments commenced. These vile manipulations fused dark warp-sorcery with bio-alchemical rituals, accelerating the vermin’s evolutionary paths and granting them terrifyingly adaptive traits. The Death Guard’s goal was straightforward: to weaponize this resilient infestation and transform it into a living embodiment of Nurgle’s endless fecundity and virulent contagion.

Canonical Records: "The Breeding Pits of Nurgle’s Garden"

In the early stages, massive vats were constructed within specially reinforced chambers aboard The Endurance and later replicated across the Death Guard’s many plague-fleets and worlds. Within these grotesque containers—filled with a sickening slurry of human remains, daemonic ichor, warp-contaminated gene-seed, and disease-ridden fluids—vermin colonies thrived at alarming rates. Mutation occurred swiftly, with each generation surpassing the previous in terms of lethality, cunning, and virulence.

The creatures, soon dubbed Mutoid Vermin, quickly evolved distinct traits, such as their fearsome "Diseased Claws and Fangs," dripping constantly with lethal contagions that could reduce even Astartes armor to rusted debris. Their physiology mutated at a rapid, uncontrollable pace, facilitated by their intimate bond with the Ruinous Powers, specifically the corruptive essence of Nurgle himself. Their inherent ability to ignore grievous injuries, a biological reflection of Nurgle’s own twisted benevolence, manifested as the trait known colloquially as "Feel No Pain," an unnatural resilience to trauma and suffering.

The Death Guard soon recognized their tactical potential. Released onto targeted worlds, the vermin spread rapidly, corrupting the environment, infecting indigenous lifeforms, and destabilizing entire planetary ecosystems. Notably, during the infamous Siege of Vraks, as documented by scribes of the Ordo Hereticus, vast swarms of Mutoid Vermin infested the trenches, overwhelming defenders, poisoning water supplies, and shattering the morale of Imperial forces before the arrival of Chaos infantry.

Whispers from the Warp (Fanon): "The Unholy Genesis"

Yet, even within the deeply forbidden texts of Chaos cults and heretical inquisitorial interrogations, a darker myth persists—whispers in the warp that claim the vermin were never a deliberate creation. Instead, they emerged spontaneously as a physical manifestation of Mortarion’s own despair and bitterness at his forced subjugation to Nurgle. These vermin, according to warp-tainted legends, symbolized the slow corruption and decay of Mortarion’s own ideals, becoming parasitic reflections of the Primarch’s tortured psyche.

Such accounts speak of dark visions granted to sanctioned psykers driven mad by glimpses of Nurgle’s Garden. They claim that each Mutoid Vermin swarm shares a psychic tether to Mortarion himself—an assertion deemed heretical and suppressed brutally by Mortarion’s inner circle. Despite this, the persistence of these whispers serves as testament to the grim, hidden truths possibly lurking behind their origins.

Forbidden Knowledge (Inquisitorial Archives): "Alchemical Damnation"

Recovered logs from rogue Heretek biologis sects working alongside traitor factions mention crude attempts at replicating the conditions aboard The Endurance. These experiments, universally ending in catastrophic contamination, reinforced the belief that Mutoid Vermin can only be truly born through direct warp-infused rituals performed by those who bear Nurgle’s mark. This underscores their uniqueness and the near-impossibility of artificially replicating their creation outside Death Guard sanctuaries or daemonic nexuses of Nurgle’s influence.

Furthermore, recovered vox-logs from the planet Ignatus Prime detail terrified Imperial Guardsmen encountering fully formed infestations erupting directly from Warp-rifts—a deeply troubling revelation. If accurate, this suggests Nurgle has begun directly implanting swarms into reality, bypassing traditional summoning methods, significantly elevating their strategic threat.

Final Inquisitorial Annotation:

“It is imperative to recognize that the Mutoid Vermin are not merely another bioform corruption or biological weapon. They are a direct, sentient expression of Nurgle’s infinite capacity for decay, mutation, and regeneration. Their existence—abomination though it is—is symbolic of humanity’s inherent fragility in the face of the Ruinous Powers. Should these creatures ever evolve beyond their current horrific forms, Emperor save us, for humanity’s end shall be neither quick nor merciful.”

—Inquisitor Carthus Vrax, Ordo Malleus (Declared Excommunicate Traitoris shortly thereafter)

Thus ends Chapter I of the Codex Maledictus on the Mutoid Vermin, collated and transcribed under secrecy. Further chapters shall elaborate extensively on their biology, tactics, and evolutionary potential, each explored with the utmost dedication to detail, grim realism, and narrative depth.

Fragment 001 sealed. Next breach pending.

🩸 To view the full rot, follow the glyph trail.

[ashtrancy1025]

Fragile Flames: The Illusory Glorification of Girlhood in Thirteen (2003)

Catherine Hardwicke's 2003 film Thirteen, a raw and visceral portrait of teen girlhood, tracks the bumpy ride of two teen girls—Tracy and Evie—and their descent into rebellion, chaos, and self-destruction. Adapted from life and written by Nikki Reed from her own memoir, the film provides us with an honest, unflinching glimpse of the seduction and risk of teen girlhood. Though initially, at first glance, Thirteen appears to expose the hard truths of life as a teenager, closer reading discloses its complex layering of idealism and glorification—most pointedly of girlhood's short-lived innocence, independent spirit, and tragic fragility. This essay addresses the ways in which Thirteen, through its symbolism, aesthetic choices, and tone, mythicizes girlhood into a domain that is simultaneously beautiful and tragic.

The Aesthetic and Tonal Framing: Glorifying the Wild Spirit

From the start, Thirteen applies a film-school aesthetic to teen life, glamorizing it. The documentary-style camerawork, splintered color, and stop-start editing create a whizzing sensation, emphasizing the spontaneity and passion of being a girl. The early shots—Tracy's cheerful, spontaneous moments with her mom, her innocent loves—are charged with possibility and idealism. The film's background music, set with punk rock and pop beats, also lends itself to an adolescent vitality.

This visual composition quietly lifts girlhood from mere adolescence to a vibrant, almost mythic phase of life—a time of untrammelled feeling, exploration, and unbridled emotion. The portrait of Tracy, particularly, as a girl caught between innocence and budding independence is emblematic of this romanticization. Her desire for authenticity and for release from social constraint is an integral part of girlhood's identity and is being honored as such.

Symbolism of Rebellion and Transformation

Thirteen exploits rich symbolism to coax out the glamour and danger of girlhood's outlaw half, stretching boundaries between innocence and havoc:

1. The Burning House: Tracy's house, as a childhood sanctuary, is seen early in the film, but as she grows increasingly rebellious, the house itself becomes a symbol of devastation on the horizon. Arson, i.e., Tracy and her friends setting fire to their neighbor's house, marks the tipping point. It is the symbol of the hot, uncontrollable force of adolescent rebellion, romanticizing the girl's rebellion as an expression of herself. The fires are symbols of destruction and transformation—the act that apparently liberates Tracy from her previous innocence.

2. The Tattoos and Body Art: While Tracy and her friends adopt more transgressive selves, their tattoos and piercings are a rite of passage—a visible sign of their transition from girlhood to a more risk-taking, autonomous existence. These icons ratify the allure of defying expectations, celebrating rebellion as a required, nearly sacred aspect of growing up.

3. The Mirror and Self-Image: The movie's recurring images of girls looking into mirrors reinforce self-discovery and the construction of identity. The mirror becomes a metaphor for girlhood's malleability and the need for self-definition—a celebration of the quest for authenticity in the midst of chaos.

The Myth of Self-Destruction and Tragic Beauty

Thirteen intense narrative positions girlhood's self-destructive tendencies as both freedom and tragic inevitability. Cutting, drug-taking, and risk-taking are written with a sort of poetic intensity, elevating these behaviors from mere delinquency to metaphor for the high emotional temperature of adolescence.

For example, Tracy's self-harm—her cutting her arm as a moment of pain—is a visual metaphor for the internal struggle of girlhood. The act is executed in ugly beauty, underscoring its role as a scream for authenticity and control. The frank staging of these acts by the film gives girlhood's darker moments a mythic sense, offering them up as part of the process of coming to self-consciousness.

The final sequence—Tracy's overdose death—firmly sets the tragic idealization. Her death is presented with a haunting lyricism that emphasizes the vulnerability and fragility of the innocence of girlhood. The tragedy turns her story into a mythic narrative of adolescent vulnerability and the self-destructive glamour of rebellion.

The Cultural Idealization of Girlhood's Duality

Thirteen also criticizes and, in a sense, celebrates the cultural tendency to romanticize girlhood's duality—innocence and rebellion, purity and chaos. The film captures the tension between girls being expected to be obedient by society and the natural desire to experiment with identity and independence.

Evie's more conservative and earthy attitude places her in a complete contrast to Tracy's badness, emphasizing the scope of girlhood experience. Evie's innocence is presented as saccharine but a trifle foolish, but Tracy's wildness is elevated to a metaphor for actual, unbridled girlhood—a romanticized version of freedom in youth, if of tragic consequence.

Conclusion

Thirteen weaves a dense, multifaceted narrative that both discloses and celebrates girlhood's ambivalent reality. Through rich symbolism, kinetic visuals, and lyrical storytelling, the film elevates the transitory, tender nature of adolescence to the status of myth—of loveliness, rebellion, and tragedy. The film romanticizes girlhood not as a phase of growth but as a sort of stormy, sacred initiation that oscillates between innocence and turbulence, ultimately demanding its tragic vulnerability. By doing so, Thirteen asks us to look upon the glamour and peril of girlhood, admiring its deep strength and inevitable vulnerability—a blazing flame that burns brightly, yet all too familiarly consumes itself.

[lifechanyuan]

The Eight Miraculous Programs of the Human Body

Xuefeng

Nov 22, 2012

(Translation edited by Jiejing)

The operation of the human body is a program, within which eight “miracle programs” are embedded: Self-ignition, Being rescued, Autointoxication, Self-healing (releasing self-healing magical chemicals), Magic power and art, Going crazy, Being possessed by evil spirits, and In bliss. When conditions are ripe, these eight programs will automatically start up and operate.

1. Self-ignition: The human body can combust spontaneously. This combustion occurs without flames and can be described as molecular fission or molecular dissipation. When the body’s functions reach a high level of order and all energy is concentrated at a single point, if the consciousness leaves the body at this moment, the body’s entire molecular structure will disintegrate and disperse. During dispersion, the molecules move in the direction of the consciousness, creating a spectacle similar to a comet streaking across the sky. This phenomenon is referred to as “rainbow body” transformation in the cultivation community.

2. Being rescued: When a person faces life-threatening danger and has no immediate help, praying to deities for assistance can instantly turn the situation from perilous to safe.

3. Autointoxication: When a person reaches the peak of anger and rage, a poison release program is activated in the body, causing instant self-poisoning, making the entire body toxic.

4. Self-healing (releasing self-healing magical chemicals): When a person’s consciousness is in a state of ethereal clarity, with no sense of self, no attachment, and continuous joy, the body releases a miraculous elixir. This elixir can make diseases disappear, cure terminal illnesses, and bring about miracles.

5. Magic power and art: When a person focuses intently on a phenomenon or an object without the slightest distraction, supernatural abilities can manifest. This allows them to act freely without obstacles.

6. Going crazy: When a person’s thoughts are entangled and there is no way to release or resolve them, madness ensues. Women are prone to madness due to emotional entanglements, while men can go mad from suppressed emotions that find no release.

7. Being possessed by evil spirits: When a person’s desires become uncontrollable, they will be possessed by evil spirits, behaving irrationally and speaking words they do not understand. This is known as “spiritual possession.” The person is no longer themselves but is controlled by a demonic spirit.

8. In bliss: When a person’s inner world is flawless, free from pessimism, negativity, and all negative emotions, and filled only with gratitude, truth, goodness, and beauty, transforming completely into love and radiating love, they can experience the state of extreme bliss.

The universe is filled with infinite mysteries. Due to the holographic nature of the universe, “a single grain of sand contains a world, and a single leaf holds the essence of enlightenment.” The human body also harbors endless wonders. The eight miraculous programs mentioned above are part of the body’s inherent capabilities. As the saying goes, “sincerity can move mountains.” As human beings, exploring the mysteries of the body offers boundless joy and holds the promise of a beautiful future.

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Dance Vipassana healing meditation methods

Dance Vipassana: Blending Body Movement and Mindfulness for Healing Dance Vipassana, a relatively recent innovation of ancient Vipassana meditation, brings together the deep wisdom of thoughtful observation with the expressiveness of the body. It provides a dynamic journey of self-knowledge and healing, not just for the mind but for the body's accumulated emotional and physical stress.

Learning Vipassana Healing Meditation:

Prior to discussing Dance Vipassana, it's essential to learn the basic principles of conventional Vipassana. Vipassana, "to see things as they really are," is a method of self-observation that originated in ancient India. It involves the development of awareness of the here and now, particularly through watching body sensations neutrally and non-reactively.

The central practice is the systematic observation of the body, observing the arising and passing of sensations. This practice shows the impermanence of all phenomena, developing equanimity and freedom from suffering. Vipassana seeks to cleanse the mind of deeply ingrained mental habits and emotional blockages. It is a technique of self-transformation through self-awareness.

Dance Vipassana: A Kinetic Approach to Insight

Dance Vipassana applies the core practice but includes conscious movement as a part of it. It acknowledges the body's abundance of information and how movement has the ability to liberate buried emotions and touch the higher stages of consciousness.

Techniques and Approaches of Dance Vipassana:

Exploration through Mindful Movement: Individuals are invited to experiment with movement without any predetermined choreography. The focus is on the following of the impulses of the body and letting the movement come into being naturally. Focus is drawn to the feeling that accompanies every movement, evoking aware sensation. Sensation-Based Movement: The participants are asked to listen to certain body sensations and channel them into movement. This can be done through moving with tension in the shoulders or the lighness in the chest. This method brings awareness to subtle feelings and releases physical and emotional blockages. Free-Flowing Movement: This is a matter of allowing the body to move freely and spontaneously, uncensored and uncontrolled. The emphasis is on remaining present in the moment and observing the arising and passing of movements and sensations. This allows the body to express itself and release what is stored. Conscious Breathwork Integration: Breath awareness is integrated into the movement practice, increasing the integration of mind and body. Participants are encouraged to move in synchrony with their breath, creating a sense of flow and harmony. Tension release can also be facilitated with deep breathing. Sound and Music: Music or soundscapes can be employed to establish an atmosphere that enables exploration and expression. The music serves as a mover, enabling participants to tap into their feelings and let go of inhibitions. Silence is also employed, to enable inner listening. Body Scanning with Movement: As in conventional Vipassana, where one does a body scan, in dance Vipassana, the scan can be performed in movement. Moving various parts of the body while feeling the sensations arising, enables a new level of awareness. Emotional Release: Movement can serve as a cathartic release for bottled-up emotions. Dance Vipassana offers a supportive and safe environment for individuals to release their emotions through movement, without critique. The focus is not to analyze or reflect on emotions, but to merely let them flow and release. Mindful Stillness: Dance Vipassana may include moments of mindful stillness, where individuals can consolidate the awareness that they have gained through movement. This serves to consolidate the practice and develop a greater sense of inner peace. Advantages of Dance Vipassana Healing Meditation:

Emotional Release: Facilitates the release of repressed emotions and emotional blockages. Stress Reduction: Reduces anxiety and stress by inducing relaxation and awareness. Increased Body Awareness: Increases awareness of body sensations and physical tension. Improved Self-Expression: Offers a creative and safe means of self-expression. Increased Mindfulness: Develops mindfulness and awareness of the present moment. Deeper Connection with Self: Encourages a deeper connection with one's inner self. Physical Healing: May release physical tension and facilitate healing. Improved Mental Clarity: Clears mental clutter and enhances focus. Spiritual Growth: May facilitate spiritual growth and self-discovery. Integration: Assists in integrating the mind and body. Dance Vipassana provides a new and potent means of healing and self-awareness. By bringing together the deep wisdom of Vipassana meditation and the expressive potential of movement, it is a dynamic and life-changing practice for individuals looking to develop inner peace, break through emotional barriers, and access their true selves. It is a process that enables participants to move towards healing, not only in the mind, but in the entire body.

[anendoandfriendo]

Confession that someone else is putting here, because the system member in question is kind of fucked up over this: they've been having shifts for forever, we're 25 brainbodywise and they have been having these shift since....2018, if not 2016, 2015, or even earlier than that so we've had at least of decade of this without ever hearing of this fucking anime.

Anyways, a possible (subconscious) reason we have harped on about Seraph of the End's weird plurality is because Yuchiro's seraph transformation. Yes, to different ends and via different means and it's DIFFERENT because we don't have the christian background but..the fucked up wing. The blood and the pupils and being able to fucking destroy.

It is fucking us UP because we've had a headmate who's literally just. Uhh. Where do we even begin with this. We can't put it into words beyond "we think this is the closest we have seen to this headmate's shifts, especially the distress shifts but no, definitely in general too, what the actual FUCK"

We do not think they're Yuchirokin but we think they could be Serpahkin and that is giving us very mixed feelings we did not even know were possible until they themself pointed out "what if I'm Seraphkin, and the kintype was just completely spontaneous. Like I do not think there is a psychological or spiritual origin to this, I've always been like this right? And even in the canon these transformations were on the basis of trying to protect oneself from some very hard feelings," and we...are going to maybe think on that.

This is INTERESTING in ways we don't like to admit. We knew it was possible to be otherkin for a general species, and that you didn't need to be fictionkin for a specific character, and sort of knew the logical conclusion for this in an abstract manner but -- again -- what the actual FUCK.

A different headmate posting this is an attempt to distance ourselves to make sure we aren't blaming one thing for a completely different thing, and not getting like, shifter's syndrome. Or on the other hand if this IS truly the case, not having that headmate get fucked up because of, you know, being pushed into a shift they do not want, since we tend to realize and analyze things as they happen. Something the we likely do not want for an uncontrolled shift like this in particular.

[boredtechnologist]

Avalon Hill's "Lords of Karma" for the Commodore Pet computer

Approaching Avalon Hill's "Lords of Karma" through the philosophical lens of Alan Watts, a renowned interpreter of Eastern philosophy, invites a fascinating exploration of the game's themes and mechanics in the context of Watts' ideas on karma, the self, and the nature of reality.

1. The Concept of Karma and the Illusion of the Self: "Lords of Karma" is a game that inherently deals with the concept of karma – the idea that actions have consequences. Alan Watts, in his interpretation of Eastern philosophy, often discussed karma not as a system of cosmic reward and punishment, but as a tool for understanding the interconnectedness of all actions and events. In the game, players’ decisions and actions directly affect their journey, echoing Watts' view that karma is about the cause and effect woven into the fabric of existence. Watts also emphasized the illusory nature of the individual self – a concept that "Lords of Karma" subtly mirrors as players navigate a world where their choices are both personal and part of a larger cosmic tapestry.

2. The Game as a Metaphor for Life's Journey: Watts often likened life to a game or a dance, emphasizing the importance of participation and experience over winning or achieving. "Lords of Karma," in its gameplay, can be seen as a metaphor for life's journey. The challenges and decisions players face in the game reflect the journey of life itself, where the emphasis is not on a final destination but on the experience and lessons learned along the way. This mirrors Watts’ view that the point of life is not to arrive at a conclusion, but to play the game with awareness and joy.

3. The Illusion of Control and the Flow of Life: In his teachings, Alan Watts often spoke about the illusion of control and the importance of going with the flow of life. "Lords of Karma" presents players with situations that may seem within their control, but are often influenced by unpredictable elements, mirroring the unpredictable nature of life itself. This aspect of the game resonates with Watts' idea that we should understand and embrace the spontaneous and uncontrollable aspects of existence, rather than constantly striving to impose order and control.

4. The Interconnectedness of All Things: A key aspect of Watts' philosophy is the interconnectedness of all things – the idea that everything in the universe is profoundly connected. "Lords of Karma" encapsulates this concept through its gameplay mechanics, where actions have far-reaching effects on the game's world. This reflects the philosophical idea that every action, thought, and decision is part of a larger, interconnected whole.

5. The Notion of Play and Cosmic Joy: Finally, Alan Watts often emphasized the importance of play and joy in understanding the universe. He saw life and existence as a form of play – a cosmic dance. "Lords of Karma," with its gameplay and narrative structure, can be viewed as a playful exploration of the concepts of karma and life's journey, resonating with Watts' notion that at the core of existence is a fundamental joy and playfulness.

In conclusion, when viewed through the philosophical perspective of Alan Watts, "Lords of Karma" becomes more than a computer game; it transforms into a medium for exploring profound concepts such as the nature of karma, the illusion of the self, the journey of life, the interconnectedness of existence, and the joy of play. The game becomes a metaphor for Watts' philosophical teachings, offering players not just entertainment, but also a platform for contemplation and insight into the nature of reality and existence.