#Time of a particle at a given height

[golzar66]

অভিকর্ষজ বা মাধ্যাকর্ষণজনিত ত্বরণ

অভিকর্ষজ বা মাধ্যাকর্ষণজনিত ত্বরণ, অভিকর্ষজ ত্বরণ, উল্লম্ব গতির ক্ষেত্রে গতিসূত্রসমূহ, পতনশীল বস্তুকণার গতি, উত্থানশীল বস্তুকণার গতি, সর্বাধিক উচ্চতা, সর্বাধিক উচ্চতা হতে পতনকাল, বিচরণকাল, নির্দিষ্ট কোনো উচ্চতায় বস্তুকণার সময়, নির্দিষ্ট কোনো উচ্চতায় বস্তুকণার বেগ, প্রয়োজনীয় সূত্রাবলী, Acceleration due to Gravity, gravitational acceleration, Equations of motion in terms of vertical motion, Motion of a falling particle, Motion of a rising particle, Maximum height, Time of flight, Time of a particle at a given height, Velocity of a particle at a given height

[cokou]

𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 OCT 2: DESIRE # Trafalgar Law┆Fem! Reader

Request ✉* Good evening, afternoon, or morning:) May I request trafalgar law x fem!reader for Oct. 2?

Warnings ✉* Somnophilia, a bit non-con, Shit writing

WC ✉* words┆ characters

In far, far lands, somewhere around mysterious places, is where your body lies. A tower, thats' height seems so endless when looked upon a far view. A tower where, it reaches the sky. Your body, unconsciously sleeping on a bed for nearly half a decade, the roses that seemed like it was given to give their utmost wishes for you to wake up soon, has faded it's life and rotted on the bedside. How unruly and upsetting.

Until he came, Trafalgar D. Water Law. He could save you, if he wanted to, if his heart yearned for it, if his heart planned it. Oh yes, he plans such a thing, such adventurous personality where no one could ever stop him, made him end up finding your whereabouts. He climbed, step by step, in the agonizingly long and high staircase.

The journey through the tower was long, every step of his had so much memories. As he climbed up, and up, remnants of flower petals that seemed to rot and crush up into tiny more parts had been revealed. Daggers, knives, and even broken up plates, it seems that this place was likely an eventful place somewhere in history.

Tower was so old it grew moss inside, grasses by the floor and cobwebs by the corner, making Law sneeze as dust particles enter his cavity. He coughs as the dust spreads, and so he covers his nose with a little hankerchief.

There it was, he reached the top, only to find a big room provided by tons of cabinets, tables, and finally a large bed that lies your figure. He steps on a bouquet of roses that crushed up together, making aloud crunch sound that made his heart skip a beat. Preparing himself for the worst of a possible person jumping on him suddenly, he unsheaths his sword, wuickly examining the features of such delightful face.

The gloomy walls starts emitting dust even more, making Law sneeze once again. As you suprisingly not wake up, Law had questioned if you even are alived. Yes, you were, he placed his ears onto your chest.

"Badump" "Badump" "Badump"

His curiosity got the better of him as he dragged his hands along your skin, which made you receive unknown goosebumps all over your skin. He rubs his calloused fingers along your curves, then your cheeks, giving them a light squeeze. Not awake, how was this possible? An idea clicked inside his head, but it must've been not a good idea.

Law runs his fingers over the long skirt you were wearing, tracing your thighs then your legs, all the way to your feet. He gently rises your skirt, enough reveal your pair of thighs, and yet he wasn't satisfied. And so, he lifts them up all the way to your stomach, still not awake. By this point, your underwear was revealed, your legs and thighs. It only made him more curious.

Moving your panties to the side, he sneaks a peak from your cunt. His cheeks behin burning, telling everything in him that what he was doing eas incredibly wrong and that he should stop, but that wasn't what he did. Instead, he continued, nudging his nose into your clit. Earning no absolute sounds from you made his heart beat so much faster, he wasn't sure if he should continue or not.

The temperature of the room increases as Law began sweating so much more whilst admiring the delicate curves of your legs, and your hole. Law takes the step further and latches his mouth onto your clit, he holds your legs to spread them apart, earning the silent sigh coming out of your deep slumber as you began furrowing your brows from the sensation Law was giving you.

His pocket watch ticks louder, he could feel his heartbeat jumping out of his chest. The time slows down as if the day were a time loop of yesterday's. Law's actions had significant effect on you, yet, you seem like you won't wake up any sooner. And so, Law takes upon the chance to satisfy the curiosity he was led to. It was a bit too early to stop, yet stopping would make him earn for more.

He sticks his tongue out and licked a long strip of your pussy onto his mouth, the saltiness taste of your essence take over his taste. He lifts his face from between your legs, and examines you again. No reaction, no movements, were you dead? No— it's impossible, your heart was beating. Law decides to proceed, unwrapping his belt from his waist and put it silently on a chair besides the table, and so he pulls down his bottoms and reveals his thick cock.

It felt wrong— no, it was wrong. He wasn't sure what came over him to do this to such a peaceful lady, he thought of just turning you in into the nearest medical centers of the town's square. Moments of rethinking later, he makes rhe decision to do it, just once. Then he would turn you in for the sake of your health. His cock was practically begging for attention, it was leaking pre-cum and was such a tickled pink colored. It almost looked shy.

Law holds his cock to steady it infront of your entrance, smearing the pre-cum over your saliva-covered pussy. His shaft practically sliding in so easily with the wetness of your hole. It was impressive how your body acted towards him as you were unconsciously sleeping. Thrusting his hips forward, the bed silently shook.

He thrusts in out out of you at a steady pace, bothering his mind if you would wake up in any second and kill him for his acts. He would gladly take the punishment for the exchange of your well-being. Law was shaken off as he heard you sigh deeply in your sleep as your brows furrow once more, his thrusts becoming faster in order to finish quickly.

The deep feeling in his abdomen was about to snap, his cock felt like it was being bullied to it's max, which it was. His cock flushed a deep pink by the sensation caused, his sweat dripping down his forehead and neck, wiping it off using the sleeves of his clothes. Law was about to snap anytime soon as he felt the heat drizzling him off.

In one fast whip inside you, he accidentally spills his seed inside as he was lost in ecstacy. Feeling deeply troubled, he grabs his hankerchief and immediately starts wiping you down, his lost of mind didn't bother seeing you silently rose from bed with eyes wide open from the man cleaning her for the very first sight she'd saw for 6 years ago.

"What..are you doing?" Law shoots up and feits his teeth as he was caught.

"I— was cleaning you..." Law exclaims, he earns a subtle smile from you.

"Why thank you! Though i do not understand why you muct clean from down there, I—"

"Forget it! If you're gonna imprison me and let the town's square that i should be beheaded then do it!" Law yells. You shot up a curious impression, tilting your head to the side.

"Why would I do that? You were cleaning me! And..woke me up! Why shall I imprison such a nice man?"

"Woke you up? What do you mean?"

"Oh, my sincerest apologies sire..I for sure was in such an unconscious state, yet i hear everything around me. Once you had stepped in, i already knew that it were you who was to save me!"

"Wha—"

"If you agree, then i shall marry you!" "W—..What even is going on..?" Law scratches his mind as tons of stories from you came up.

General M.List┆Hentober 24 M.List

©Cokou 2024, all works belongs to me.

[elaemae]

List of Chapters for my fanfiction named;

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

Prologue (Shit's about to go down.)

(Pls reblog, it gives motivation :3)

(P.s If there's anything wrong with the links, pls tell me)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Tyrannical blood rose (Aka. Catan's anger issues mixed with Luke's height, and amplified by Luci's legendary stick up the ass.)

• Chp. 1.1

• Chp. 1.2

• Chp. 1.3 (Yet to be available)

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Sunset Revolution (Aka. Belphie but with less yanda-yandar-eyi and more turning people into sanda-sandy-eyi.)

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Fishy practices (Aka. Solomon but somehow shadier due to the lack of fucks given towards the betterment of humanity. Feat. Barbatos' clone + his chaotic lookalike.)

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One man coup d'etat (Aka. It's snek boi time with illegal imprisonment in what is equivalent to a boot camp sprinkled in for some flavor.)

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The envy of the fairest (Aka. Asmodeus but with less manwhore tendencies. Both serving cunt nonetheless)

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Be my Persephone (Aka. Why is no one in this goddamn school normal?! Ortho put the particle canon down—)

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Sleeping beauty got nothing on this perfect bitch. (Aka. Ass-kissing to authority gone wrong.)

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[bnhaobservation]

Technological progress in BNHA

So, this post was inspired by how, in replay to this post @donquixotehomura said:

And the fact that it was stated that the appearance of quirks had caused society’s science to be slowed down due to the chaos “we would have been able to take interstellar trips/travel by now” or something among those lines, yeah the initial chaos would have caused that but then using quirks and such science should have been catapulted into very advanced levels, like with the damn technology for hero support and the science fiction technology levels in UA (honestly they can move buildings, have force fields, the robots etc).

There are people with intelligence quirks, people with technology quirks, and many quirks that could seriously advance science really quickly, I guess no one thought of it cause… We have super powers now… Ig

Also like the century or two is a long enough time for technology to advance fast if we use the same rate technology advances in our modern day world (the more science advances the easier/faster it is for more science to advance) then yeah in this amount of time there should have been much more science and most certainly much more quirk based science…. What I’m saying is someone would have invented a way to nullify quirks if even temporarily on top of putting regular science back on track.

Like here I’ll reference the meta dampeners from the Flash TV series (Arrow Verse, CW) the meta humans appeared only in one city, and while we’re never given a solid count of how many there are we know that there are about 200 give or take that choose to become criminals and about 10 or 20 of the revolving door of meta heroes that work with the Flash, all that and Cisco and the Government (well ARGUS) invented a ton of shit to counter Meta Humans, Meta Dampeners that can be put all over facilities, the “boot” a device Cisco invented, basically a meta cuff bazooka (I can’t really explain it but you can look it up), the meta cuffs that were a thing given to the Flash in star laps from like, basically month one, Meta Prisons I mean there is the repurposed Pipeline for the Particle Accelerator in Star Laps that was used but then apparently Iron Heights now has their own Meta Wing with Meta Dampeners in the walls, cells and everything.

Yeah I know the writing in that show is also fucked and in need of divine help at this point but the in the show it all takes about a YEAR OR TWO!!! for all the anti meta human weapons and devices (I’m pretty sure I missed a few, like some energy guns that basically shock the metas, the specific ones such as speedster weapons etc)… Like… Two years…..BNHA world had 100x that amount of time and NO ONE CAME UP WITH A QUIRK DAMPENER DEVICE?!!!

I do remember the ‘Maidens’ but there are just glorified cuffs

So many things to say...

Let’s start with the Doylist explanation for why Horikoshi had characters claiming that without Quirk age starting they would be enjoying interstellar travels.

It’s clear Horikoshi wanted his story to be placed in the future but, at the same time, he wanted the future to look like present time so people dress like we do and use technology that we use.

For him it’s practical as he doesn’t have to create a futuristic setting and it helps readers to better identify with the characters in the BNHA world because, apart for the Quirk, they’re like them.

Only... he could have just said it wasn’t the future, the characters were also in 2014 but the one OF A PARALLEL REALITY in which, instead than world war 2, humanity had to deal with the birth of Quirks.

Why this would have been a better option?

Because the birth of Quirk wasn’t the equivalent to a worldwide nuclear war sometime in the 1990s has resulted in the destruction of most of civilization like in “Hokuto no Ken”, no it was merely the equivalent of a civil war.

And an ongoing war has NEVER slowed up the technological progress, it has HURRIED it up because both parties try to use improvements in technology to win over the other party. Hell, even in middle age people would invent new things when a war was starting, even if it were just a siege, even in ancient Roman age.

We even see it in the story after Japan becomes nobody’s land and the coffin in the sky and All Might’s armor are created.

Of course the losing/minority side might have had more trouble to access technology but the idea all of sudden progress is halted is ludicrous because it would require humanity to lose access to technology, as in scientists, energy sources, machineries and this doesn’t happen.

Short after Yoichi was kidnapped with see AFO in a building and all around there are artificial lights, a sign electricity is working. Bruce can run a computer and tell Kudo he now has two Quirks, meaning he also has some freshly invented machine that can tell him so.

On the other side, progress continuing doesn’t mean in 100 years we’ll enjoy interstellar travels like we do with a fly between America and Europe.

Leonardo Da Vinci (1452-1519) had plans for the plane and the helicopters but the first heavier-than-air flying machine, considered the invention of the airplane, occurred on December 17, 1903, while the first manned, free flight of a helicopter occurred on November 13, 1907. The first man went to space on April 12, 1961 but currently we’re at around only 721 people him included who managed to also travel in space.

Progress doesn’t happen simply because time passes by but because someone discovers something that allows it to happen.

Men had to depend FOR CENTURIES on fire only to light their houses until someone came up with a way to use electricity, FOR CENTURIES we had mails and messages that needed to be carried from a place to the other, then someone came up with the telegraph and the phone and now we’ve email and video calls.

So no, Quirks wouldn’t halt progress, but we’ve no way to know how far progress would have gone. Maybe it would have never been to the point of granting interstellar travels because humanity would have still missed the key invention/energy source/material needed to archive them.

So the best Watsonian explanation we could offer to the words of that ‘important guy’ Midoriya speaks about in chap 59 is that he’s a misinformed moron or that aims to spread discontent toward people with Quirk, so maybe he was one of those guys who were racist toward them.

The Doylist explanation though is that Horikoshi didn’t plan well his past which is something that occurs way too often in the story.

Now… why no one came up with a Quirk suppressing device and would it be possible to come up with one?

Quirks are fictional, it’s possible to create a Quirk suppressing device only if Horikoshi says it’s possible to do so.

It’s not a matter of science, it’s a matter of fiction, fiction that allows drugs like Trigger that give a boost to a Quirk regardless of the type of the Quirk or Quirk erasing bullets or a Quirk that erase Quirks, or a Quirk that steals Quirks but doesn’t allow for suppressing Quirk cuffs, so that people with strong Quirks once arrested are wrapped in bindings and then closed in tubes (the Iron Maidens) and then they’re kept always tied and immobilized in Tartarus with machine guns aimed at them and ready to shoot if they do so much as scratch their back.

THIS IS A NARRATIVE CHOICE, it’s not something that had to be done because there was no other way around it. I’ve a hard time thinking it never dawned on Horikoshi to create such devices (true, storywise it would have stopped a jailed AFO from communicating with his other self outside of prison but did we really need that?).

And it’s hard to explain it in a Watsonian way because we can’t claim people/governments wouldn’t be interested in having Quirk suppressing cuffs as it would be much easier and much more human to manage Villains with them… and Villains too would likely be interested in a way to suppress other people’s Quirks, and since we’ve drugs that boost Quirks, it’s hard to think they couldn’t come up with a drug that has the opposite level but can only keep people unconscious or tied.

[admrlthundrbolt]

Mirage (Jackal Imhotep x Chubby Reader)

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After escaping the Underworld one to many times. Imhotep finds himself in the service of Anubis. Though not as directly as he would have first suspected. No, being assigned the guard of the God's avatar was not his happiest moment. Seems you would have to change his mind about that.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. This is the first, but certainly not my last, The Mummy story I'm writing. It's one of the classics and I've finally gotten something to show for my love of it. I mean who doesn't love a villain fighting for love. Though she did do Imhotep dirty in the second movie. So here I am to right that.

It's a cross over of sorts, since I borrowed the idea of Gods having avatars from Moonknight. But who isn't inspired by a great show every once and a while. Especially when it gave me an excuse to make Imhotep a Jackal shifter.

Anywho, I hope you enjoy.

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The sound of sirens echoed through the abandoned building. The gleam from the police lights shined faintly on the upper floors. His long limbs were taught with exertion. Huffing at the stupidity of once again getting separated from you. It wasn't enough to be trapped in this form by Anubis themselves. But to be given guard duty on top of that. It was a fate he cursed every day.

A sudden sound down a hall made his canine ears swivel around. Following what he could now discern as foot falls. He darted towards the stairway. Where he saw you running from. You were panting heavily, but not slowing down. Until you saw him.

Pausing at the large mass of muscle in front of you. You sighed in relief as you realized it was Imhotep. His Jackal form crouched ,yet still towering over you. Tapping him as you ran past. You dashed for a doorway behind him.

Following the faint shimmering trail that always led you to wayward spirits. You came upon your target. It was a middle aged man. He was of average height and build. Nothing extraordinary about his appearance really. What was odd, was the noose hanging loosely around his neck. And papers fluttering in his hand. At a glance you could see they were medical bills.

Taking a tentative step forward, you spoke to him in a soothing tone. “Hi, your Ronnie right?” You wanted to reassure the spirit that you had heard of him. A startled ghost could become unstable quickly. That was an experience you didn't enjoy dealing with. So slow and easy was your usual approach.

His head shot up to face you. The action causing the Jackal to tense. This wouldn't be the first time he had pulled you from harms way. Even if you had only spent a short time together. You had the tendency of having the worst luck with getting into trouble. You always said it came with the job. But he was sure you must have a curse.

The tears streaming down the specter's face caused his muscles to relax a bit. This didn't seem like a vengeful spirit, just mournful. It stumbled closer to you whimpering. Without a second thought you stepped forward with open arms. Embracing the ghost, with your soft form. Much to your guards dismay.

“It's OK. The pain isn't there anymore. You don't have to suffer.” Pulling back, you cupped his wet face in you soft hands. “Let me guide you to the afterlife. Your loved ones are waiting for you.”

The spirit's eyes light up at your statement. The tears poured at a faster rate. But a smile had finally settled on his face.

While a frown took over the Jackal's. How could you guide these souls so willingly? With only the information Anubis had given you. You always helped these strangers with compassion and patience. It was beyond him why you would go to these lengths.

As the final bright particles of the specter floated away. Reality shifted back to flashing lights and sirens. Wrapping an arm around your plush waist. He tried to ignore the way your plush warm body fit against his own. He burst through a nearby window. As you both sailed through the air, he was shocked by your silence. Looking down at you, he saw a brief flash of sadness. That quickly changed into understanding as your gaze shifted his way. Eyes falling away from your sincere face, he tried not to linger on the feeling in his chest.

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The next morning started with him scowling at you over a plate of eggs and toast. He had no problem with the meal. In fact he enjoyed many of the modern meals and conveniences that you had provided. No, his issue was with how poorly last night's activities had gone. Yet there you were, humming and enjoying your own meal.

Well if you weren't going to face reality, then he would pull you back down to Earth. “Are we not going to discuss last night.”

Your expression somber immediately. Meeting his eyes, your smile simpered. You figured a lecture was coming your way this morning. So you shrugged and kept your eyes on the half empty plate in front of you. “The spirit passed on. So I would call it a job well done.” Chancing a glance his way. You could immediately tell he didn't think highly of your optimism.

Pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, he sighed. “Be that as it may, we also almost got captured by the authorities. If I wasn't there, you would have been apprehended.” He looked down his nose at you and paused. You weren't upset at this fact. In fact you seemed to be giving him the most sincere look he had ever received.

You nodded as a soft smile snaked it's way onto your full face. “I know. But you were there. Thank you by the way. I should have said so last night. I was pretty distracted though."

His feelings teetered between annoyance and mirth. You had a way of worming your way into anyone's good graces. And while he may sometimes allow himself to indulge in your machinations. He was overwhelmed with emotions that were bettered left buried. So deeply pushed away, that he wouldn't even know how to sort through them.

So instead he went on the offense. “You must enjoy my head being on the chopping block.” He watched your eyes widen and fear settle on your face. It was an expression he quickly grew to dislike. But that didn't stop the flow of words. “Every mistake you make comes back on me 10 fold. Anubis chose you, his perfect little avatar. While I was scrapped from the Underworld and sent here as punishment.”

He sagged at the admission. That is how he had originally thought of his current situation. Though over time he had softened to the idea. Your company was something he looked forward to. Your sweet nature and soft body something that wouldn't stay off his mind. But in a moment of frustration and anger, what of he wasn't entirely sure. He allowed the Venom to spill off his tounge.

He couldn't bring himself to glance back at you as he stormed out of the room. Leaving the house all together. Not knowing the aching throb his words left you in.

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He wasn't sure how long he had walked. He stuck to his human form. Even if it didn't allow for his powers. He begrudgingly stayed this way in public for the purpose of blending in.

It had begun raining just after his departure. A fact that he believed was happening to mock him. Even if Anubis had no control over the weather. He wouldn't put it past the deity to make him a bit more miserable.

His thoughts drifted to you sooner than he would have admitted. Your determination and compassion was something that he admired. Even if it did get you in undesirable positions. In another life he could see things going differently with you.

There were times when he would compare you to his past love. But in all honesty, Anck-su-namun betrayal had soured his opinion of her. And you were everything she wasn't. Your willingness to help others. Soft warm body, it was as if the sun had become a goddess in his presence. He was surprised that you were Anubis’ avatar. Ra would been his first guess.

Thoughts of you made him regret his outburst. Deciding that his temper had cooled enough, he headed back.

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His arrival was much less pleasent than he would have guessed. It wasn't everyday that a God was waiting for you to return. Pausing in the doorway, the God looked at him like a disappointed parent. As if he had snuck out and his guardian had caught him tipping back in.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” The large Jackal stared down at the bald man. Even seated he had no problem making the priest feel small.

He scoffed, even if he was under his punishment for escaping the underworld. Not once, but two times. He still would not cower to the God. “Why not ask your perfect little avatar. I'm sure they could tell you what drove me away." OK, so maybe he wasn't over the tiff you had had. Or maybe being in the presence of his eternal tormentor left a sour taste in his mouth.

“I would if that were possible. Though it is difficult to get an answer out of a magically unconious person. No matter who they serve.” His drawn brow softened a bit at the worried expression that took over the other man's face.

He stormed up to the God and snarled. “How has this befell them.” Before he could continue the God sprang from their seat. Their imposing body almost to large for the room they were in.

He growled in the man's face. “I am left with no answers and an avatar recovering in my realm.” Pushing him against a nearby wall, his teeth snapped angrily. “I thought perhaps a guard could keep her from harm. That would be, if not for his arrogance.”

Meeting the God's eyes, rage burning within his own. “And I thought the afterlife wouldn't invole me being punished as a babysitter.” This statement seemed to surprise the Jackal.

Shaking his head, his shoulders sagged. “You truly believe her to be a punishment.” With a wave of his hand a doorway shimmered open. Stepping through, he gestured the man to follow.

Reluctantly walking through the opening, he felt his body shift. Bones crunching and elongation, his form grew taut with lean muscle. A thin dark layer of fur covered his body, from snout to tail. Entering the God's domain caused the change. It was something he had come to tolerate. Though his focus quickly shifted as you came into view.

Laided upon a bed with a blanket pulled up to your chin. Chest barely moving and shaking with every breath. Your skin didn't have its usual brightness. As if all the glorious color had been scrubbed away. It was a hard sight to take in.

Kneeling by your side, he scowling deeply. In almost a whisper he says. “Who has done this?” Placing a hand on your own disturbingly chilled one, he faces the God.

He shook his head, a grim expression on his own face. “I'm not sure, but this has the signs of Konshu. He was always bitter of not finding such a gem first.” Looking over the transformed man, he had to hold in a scoff. He acts as if he hates you one moment. Then the next he was falling over himself for you. That was mortals for you.

The man watched you with a steely gaze. Hand moving under your own, hoping you might grip it. “What will cure this?”

“Until the culprit is found, her slumber could be permanent.” He saw the man posture stiffen further. “I will get in contact with the most obvious Gods and go from there.” Putting a hand on the man's shoulder he gestured towards you with the other. “I think you are needed here.”

Without looking back at the God, he nods. If you were better off with him by your side. Then he would stay. There wasn't a power in the universe that could tear him from your side. He had already made that mistake on, he wouldn't be repeating it.

Walking towards the rift, the larger Jackal paused. “Perhaps it will give you the clarity to realize that she is your salvation. A guide down a path of redemption. Not your so called punishment.” He let the words hang in the air. The weight of them heavier than the anxiety settling in the priest's heart.

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He stayed by your side. Refusing to take a chance on your condition worsening. His dream of being without a person to shield was crashing around him. He would give his last breath just to see your smile one more time.

It seems he wasn't the only one worrying over you. Anubis was working around the clock to find who would dare harm you. Your light disappearing had put them in a vicious land of darkness.

It felt as if any eternity had passed. Until one day the deary overcast was broken by fast foot falls. Anubis was rushing to your side with a small glass vial, shimmering with golden liquid. It seems as if his theory was correct. In a fit of jealousy Konshu has cursed you to an endless slumber. But with the help of Ra, a God who was unsurprisingly also interested in you. Though they would never stoop to such underhanded tactics. They were more than willing to brew a potion of liquid sunshine to awaken you. If that made you in their debt, who were they to complain.

The God begrudgingly offered the gleaming bottle to the man. “I am not allowed to directly interfere in my vessel's mortality. So I leave this task to you priest. Do not let my generosity leave your mind easily.” Allowing the vial to settle into his grip, the God slipped away.

Staring down at the potion wide eyed, his hands began to shake. Bringing it to his chest, he thanked the Gods for their mercy. Steadying himself, he uncorked the vial and brought it to your lips. Carefully cradling your head, he pours the glittering liquid into your soft parted lips.

For a moment dread weighed heavy on his shoulders. Should it be taking this long? Were they to late? These questions and more plague his thoughts. That is until your dazzling eyes fluttered open.

Tears gathered in his eyes as he surged forward, embracing your plump body. Your own eyes widened, but you settled into his arms. It was as if you had been pulled free of a deep darkness. No direction you went would allow you to leave.

“I'm sorry you had to save me again.” The words were croaked out. You were happy he was the person to be at your side as you woke. But there was still a part of you that knew you had caused him problems.

Pulling back, he placed his hands on your shoulders. “No, I had no involvement in your resurrection. Anubis found the cure, I was only allowed to dispense it to you.”

You scoffed and a frown took over your plush face. “That still means someone had to clean up my mess.”

An angry expression came across his face. “Nonsense, you are the one always taking care of others. You check in with Anubis, to see how he is. A God with an avatar that cares for their well being. It's unheard of. You make sure I have new foods to try. And help me learn about the modern world. Even if I have no need for the new niceties. Your warmth seeps into me on cold nights. Even though I don't deserve your kindness. But you offer it to me, in spite of how horrible I've been to you. Though I should have know that you wouldn't cast me aside like past lovers.” His voice had become all but a whisper at the admission. He had finally come to terms with his feels for you. Just as he thought it may be to late.

Now here you were. Your soft warm hands had taken his own and holds them delicately. As if to much pressure would ruin the moment. Your owns eyes rimmed with tears at his words. It was nice to know you weren't the only one feeling this way. For all his anger and bluster you knew there was a good man deep down. If not misguided by years of seething betrayal. You were happy to be the one to break him free of that self made prison.

Pressing your plump body against his own. You press a soft lingering kiss to his muzzle. Causing a new warmth to seep into each of you. Feeling emboldened by your actions, he couldn't help adding to the sensation. Leaning forward he applied a bit more pressure. But pulled back as the angle became awkward. “Perhaps this would be better to try once I have my original form back.” He grinned as you shook your head and giggled.

Cupping his cheek you smiled with a mischievous glint in you gaze. “I'm sure that we can make it work in either form. With enough practice that is.”

Nodding at your suggestion. Trying not to ponder on just what the two of you could get up to in either shape. He layed down next to you in the bed. Wrapping his large angular form around your own pliable soft one. Sure that Anubis wouldn't mind the two of you resting after such an ordeal. Though it seems sleep was the farthest thing on both of your minds. You would have plenty of time for that later. For now you simply wished to bask in one another's company. Until the inevitability of the world would interupt you. Then you would take on whatever came your way together.

[archie-archivist]

The Archivist's Guide to Nest of the Grootslangs

Want more general Raid information? View this guide instead.

Nest of the Grootslangs is the first raid unlocked. It is available to level 55 or higher players with at least one completion of Realm of Light I - Worm Holes on their account. It requires 1 Az Rune and a party of four players to play.

For more detailed and technical information, including a list of enemies and available buffs, please view the wiki page linked.

First Challenge Room

The first challenge room can be either of two rooms: the Tower Room or the Slimey Platform.

Tower Room

Several coloured patches are on the ground in this room, one of which will have a particle circle on it. A tower will spawn in this space.

At least one player must be on top of the tower, otherwise it will disappear. A one minute timer ticks down while a player is on a tower.

A tower will naturally decay after about 30 seconds and will be destroyed by Grootslang Whelps if they're not killed in time. A

Various ground mobs as well as some aerial mobs are also present in the room.

This room has no unique failure condition and only requires one player alive to complete.

General Tips:

The person with the most survivability should stay on the tower, though unlike most similar rooms there is no maximum number of players allowed up there.

Focus on killing the Grootslang Whelps. On the ground, the other mobs are not usually a problem as they're often dealt with while killing the Whelps.

If you don't have a good way to deal with aerial mobs, don't go up the tower.

Slimey Platform

A green platform surrounded by slime blocks sits in the centre of the room with several egg structures around the edges.

Only one player may be on the platform at any one time, any others are knocked back and given a message in chat. A one minute timer ticks down while the platform is held.

Roughly every 10 seconds, a message in chat will say a Toxic Slime is causing an egg to crack. You must kill the Toxic Slime (outlined with the glow effect) before it hatches.

If the egg hatches, the platform will be unable to be held for a few seconds.

There is no unique failure condition and only one player needs to be alive to complete.

General Tips:

Stick near the centre. This is mostly to avoid the occasional issue where you can get stuck inside the egg structures around the edge of the room.

Kill everything in sight. The room itself is pretty simple. If it's not a player and has a health bar? It needs to die.

Second Challenge Room

The second challenge room is always the same Resource Room.

The goal of the room is to deliver 10 Slimy Goo to the central area. This builds a climable tower and allows you to pregress.

There are three side paths with different challenges: Puzzle, Parkour, and Battle.

The Puzzle requires you to shoot down blocks following the pattern on the wall to the left. This rewards you with 2 Slimy Goo.

The Parkour involves slime blocks as well as slime launchers like those found in Undergrowth Ruins. You cannot use movement spells while doing the Parkour. Completing it lets you collect 1 Slimy Goo.

The Battle is against a single enemy - the Encroaching Tunneler. Killing it rewards 1 Slimy Goo to one contributing player.

Players can only hold one lot of Slimy Goo at a time, requiring several trips back to the centre.

Once the tower is complete, you climb the vines on the leaf blocks in order to reach the exit.

There is no unique failure condition and only needs one player alive to complete.

General Tips:

If you're unsure of your survivability, avoid the Battle section. The Encroaching Tunneler can hit hard, especially on Agility-based builds.

Jump Height and Walk Speed are preserved in the Parkour. This can help or hinder you, depending on your experience with your build.

Third Challenge Room

The third challenge room can be one of two rooms: the Hammer Room and the Minibosses Room.

Hammer Room

The goal of the room is to reach the end of the tunnel. One player must pick up the Heavy Hammer in order to be able to smash the rocks in the way.

The player with the Heavy Hammer is slowed, debuffed and unable to cast spells. However, they can hit the cracks on the large rocks in order to break them. One successful hit increases the 'Rock Destroyed' count by 20%.

Shelled Grubs also spawn and must be hit with the hammer before being able to be killed. One spawns per rock.

Not counting the initial rock blocking the tunnel, there are 3 rocks that must be destroyed. The rest of the party must deal with the various mobs that spawn to protect the player with the hammer.

If the player with the hammer dies, the hammer respawns at the beginning of the room.

There is no unique failure condition and only two players need to be alive to complete.

General Tips:

If you have low damage, you should pick up the hammer. A large amount of mobs can spawn in the tunnel, which can overwhelm without the damage to combat them as a party.

You do not have to hit the grubs. While it is helpful to your party's survivability, it is not necessary to complete the room.

Avoid standing or placing abilities in front of the current rock. Abilities such as a shaman's totems will block the view of the hammer wielder, making progress trickier and will frustrate them. Keep some distance!

Minibosses Room

The room is split into two levels and the party must split into two teams of two.

Players on the lower level will have platforms spawn. These platforms hold minibosses that must be killed. Various mobs spawn on the ground between the platforms.

Killing a miniboss sends the platform to the upper level, where the other pair must kill the same miniboss. There are short parkour sections between platforms.

There are four minibosses in total.

If both players on a level die, the raid fails. Otherwise, only two people need to be alive to complete.

General Tips:

If you can't deal with a horde, stay on the upper level. While there are places to sit in safety on the lower level, the mobs down there can crowd you pretty easily between platforms.

You cannot switch sides after the room begins, so make sure you're comfortable with your choice of level. In truth, other players may rush to descend before you can even react. Thankfully, the upper level's parkour is pretty simple.

The Boss

The boss of Nest of the Grootslangs is a large Grootslang Wyrmling. It is made up of many segments that can be damaged and destroyed along with a head and tail section that cannot be.

It has several different attacks that can be survived or avoided, though this guide does not cover the guild raid version of the fight. The following are not all actual attacks but rather mechanics to watch out for.

Segments: Segments are destroyed when enough damage is done to them, but are regained if the wyrmling eats one of the whelps in the arena.

Shockwaves: Several of the wyrmling's abilities cause shockwaves. These are bright white polygonal rings that radiate from the impact point. They deal high damage and knockback if they hit the player, but can be jumped over. They appear when the wyrmling uses some of its abilities to emerge from or enter the ground.

Green Globs: Green globs of presumably slime appear in the arena. These will damage the player and are best avoided. They're most prevalent near the centre.

Spikes: These spawn as small green circles on the ground and are only triggered when a shockwave goes over them. When triggered, a spike emerges from the spot that deals damage to players hit by them.

Falling Blocks: Sometimes, the wyrmling will ascend into the sky and start raining blocks down before plummeting into the ground again. If this happens, get towards the edges of the arena as both the blocks and the coming shockwave can deal huge damage.

Player Eating: Sometimes a larger green ring will appear around a player, showing that the wyrmling is targeting them to eat. While eaten, the player takes large amounts of damage and is locked in place. Being eaten can be avoided by movement spells.

Charging: The wyrmling will charge in straight lines, crashing into the walls of the arena. Its direction is indicated by a quickly adjusting line of particles from its last impact point.

Overall, AOE damage is your friend in this fight. Getting cornered isn't.

[particlecreator]

Atom Eve was walking down the hallways of the prison with a uniform of one of the guards after creating a perfect access key in the middle of the day. The ginger had been paid to break a villain out of the jail before he would be transported from that city back to Gotham with higher technology for security. It had not even been half a day since he was taken into custody and plans were being arranged in the hours following everything. Black Mask was found linked with evidence that was given they were planning on using it against the criminal. Normally, the female did not take on jobs like this no matter the amount of money they were offering, but she simply had been bored and wanted to entertain herself. Staying in her hidden cabin somewhere in Sweden, she flew to the states easily, planning on taking care of the job right away instead of waiting. 

The law enforcement would be expecting a breakout during transportation, not before they would get everything together. Walking with her long hair tied back in a loose braid with a hat covering her pink eyes from the camera, she looked like a normal officer. Stopping in the room the criminal was being held in for the time being, she opened the door and closed with the lock automatically going. Crossing her arms before the male chained to the table, she crooked an eyebrow before looking at him with her pink eyes. “Mr. Sonis, I’ve come to retrieve you on behalf of Mr. Zsasz who's expecting your return in under three hours.” Eve’s face was straight as her voice was calm as she spoke hoping he would understand her statement that she was her to collect him on his organization's behalf.

Samantha did not care what his reaction would be as she quickly started to go to work by snapping her fingers, summoning her pink particles gathering around the room. The camera was replaced like every other single one she had passed so it would have no record of her being there on video. Walking across the room, the guard uniform was quickly replaced with her normal outfit along with the straight jacket that was holding the other captive. Pausing in front of the concrete wall, she knew that the floor they were on was high up in the air to discourage others from trying to escape from the height. Humming softly, as the female placed a hand on the wall, the pink glow started to spread across each individual brick to make sure nothing would stand in their way. 

Everything she wanted to disappear was with ease as the whole room was being shifted and torn apart by each molecule and atom before being remodeled. Atom Eve was planning on transporting the male in a bubble and flying out to create some distance hoping they would have plenty of time before they would notice he would even be missing. Another part of the job was the evidence that was collected which she was able to snatch previously before coming into the room. “Before we leave, here is the evidence that was collected against you with the information of their ‘source’.” Holding out the file of everything she held it out waiting on the male to take everything. “You can look through everything while we leave.”

@blckfckinmsk

[morsadastra]

The latest fixation: Minecraft Enderman

Anyway, headcanons! (AMA (please))

Somewhere at the edge of the world is a frozen void, a kingdom of beautiful and mysterious architecture, cuisine, and fashion. The End.

Endermen, also known as Enderian, a very high class society where their peasants are treated better than most human royalty.

They have a much longer lifespan than humans, living an average of around 800 to 1,000 years.

They’re very tall compared to humans with their average height being around seven feet tall or 200 centimetres. They have long slim tails with fluffy tufts at the End, similar to lions, however, unlike a cat they have full control over how their tails maneuver. They have sharp fangs and even sharper claws. While mostly humanoid, they are a very monstrous species.

They have tall horns that seem to serve no practical use in The End, but have shown to become sensitive when wetter weather is approaching in the Overworld, which is highly beneficial to the species as water is acidic to them.

Enderian do not produce tears when they cry, instead small luminescent purple creatures called particles appear from their skin to accompany them in times of woe or sorrow, these creatures will follow their keeper around until death in which they will fizzle out alongside the Enderman from which they spawned. Each particle has their own consciousness and thoughts and serve as advisors to their keeper. Each group of particles goes by one name as a collective given to them by their keeper. Particles are restricted to a radius around their keeper that grows and shrinks based on their keeper’s mood, becoming smaller during times of sadness.

Unlike human society, Enderian do not have gendered words, words like son, sister, mother, husband, ect, are used purely to describe the relationship one has to another. While they do have defining sexes, male and female, it’s unimportant outside of reproduction.

It is unknown as of current how Enderian hierarchy is determined, but it is clearly in practice, as visible by distinct social circles and varied living conditions.

Their eyes are a deep green and glow purple whilst they are alive. They can teleport or “blink” to anywhere their vision can reach, humans have been able to harness Enderian’s teleportation capabilities by using their eyes or “pearls” as humans call them. It used to be a peaceful exchange when an Enderian passed away they would often leave their eyes to a loved one from the Overworld as a way for them to escape sudden danger, but eventually humans began to hunt them for their pearls, which became one of a few things that lead the Enderian to close the portal between The End and the Overworld.

They can see and feel a creature’s fear by looking in their eyes. Fear sends them into a more animalistic state in which they are prone to violence and are highly dangerous to those around them that are not experienced with Enderian in this state.

[syrakhanistan]

((Let’s talk about time-stops; or, “Why the Rule of Cool trumps proper logic in fiction”…

Before we begin, here’s a fun fact: The Earth moves around the Sun at roughly 67,000 mph (107,000 km/h) - or, about 18.5 miles a second.

When we see time stopping abilities in fiction, from Sakuya Izayoi and DIO to Akemi Homura and Esdeath, the viewer is often expected to say “Oh, holy cow, that’s cool!” (no pun intended in Esdeath’s case). What is often not discussed, for reasons that will become obvious, is the mechanics behind what a time-stop is, how it would work, and what happens during and after it.

Let’s take DIO’s The World from JJBA. After activating “THE WORLD!”, the viewer witnesses a perfect sphere expand from the vampire’s Stand. Despite the dramatic look of the expanding colour change, the World’s stated range of attack is roughly 10 metres (the length of an average bus, or the height of a three-story building); while the actual encompassing distance of The World’s ability are not stated (even though the show seems to show it affecting at least the entire river and bridge area during the final fight of the third season), so let’s just assume it’s 10 metres cubed (10m^3).

For comparison, and more relevance to my work on this site, let’s look at the far more vague abilities of Akemi Homura, another famous time-stopper in fiction. When Homura twists her shield in one direction, time is stopped. This sentence is relatively simple, but rather more complex to explain. For example, we say time is stopped - but for a few moments after the time-stop, objects still remain in motion (for example, any bullets that have been fired just prior to activation). Similarly, anything that Akemi Homura is in direct contact with is not affected by the time-stop - from her clothes and weapons, to other people (“Don't let go of my hand, Kyoko, or else you're gonna freeze along with time”, while fighting Oktavia von Seckendorf).

However, while Araki is somewhat vague in exact details in JJBA, his words seem almost scientific compared to that of Madoka Magica in this circumstance. For example, a common question is “At what point does Homura’s ‘contact’ end? In the Walpurgisnacht fight, does her contact affect falling skyscrapers? What about when her feet touch the ground - does she affect the entire planet?”.

These questions, while valid, aren’t even the tip of the iceberg. For example - air. Air, while invisible to the human eye, is comprised of atoms and molecules (predominantly nitrogen and oxygen); but there is still space between those very, VERY small objects. Homura’s ability cannot be simply based on “contact” - otherwise she would find herself quickly unable to breathe (although strictly speaking, this is unnecessary for a magical girl given their unique physical condition).

This extends to other things; for example, sight and sound. Sight is, very generally speaking, when photo-receptive cells in the eye receive light (photons of very-small-effect electromagnetic properties), which triggers a nerve reaction that gives information to the brain; similarly, sounds are based on waves (vibrations through air-particles). If time has truly stopped, then what of sight and sound? The implications of a time-stop not affecting particles or electromagnetic radiation would be intriguing; at what point would a time-stop decide when and where a particle is required to stop? What particles does it say can continue to travel? If all particles and waves in a time stop cease to function, Homura would be left effectively blind - or, slightly more likely, her vision would remain in exactly the same spot while her body would still be able to move, leading to an extremely disorienting experience (let alone the fact that balance in the human body is predominantly based on motion within the ear canal - which, again, is based on air particles (put very simply)).

On a slightly grander scale, in most time-stop scenarios, there is also the issue of locale. Let’s say that there’s a distance or perception limit; maybe DIO can only stop time within a 10 metre sphere, or maybe Homura can only stop time within a certain area of her capability to perceive things. This means that this cross-section of things has their time stopped - but nothing else is. After the time stop ends, the user and their affected area would suddenly and swiftly find themselves quite possibly thousands of miles away from the Earth, alongside it’s gravitational pull and atmosphere. The incoming pressure due to a sudden vacuum would likely obliterate everything within the area - let alone the fact that, due to the previously mentioned extreme speed the Earth orbits the Sun at, the piece of area that has had time-stopped would now be accelerating at roughly the same speed, but without any of the gravitational pull to keep it cohesive. If the pressure from the sudden vacuum didn’t squash the participant, the sudden deceleration meeting accelerating forces would turn the participant into a splatter on a rapidly decomposing windscreen. There’s also the matter of how particles being frozen in such a way and then being smashed back into reality would behave; while not exactly as powerful as the “Baseball at the speed of light” concept, something similar may well happen due to the force and pressure exerted, likely leading to a small amount of nuclear fusion occurring. Again, almost certain obliteration. Even if Homura’s time-stop somehow affects not just a single area, but the Earth itself - the Earth would suddenly find its place in the Solar System massively disrupted. What if it affects the whole Solar System? The Solar System is just one small system of stellar objects within an entire localised area of space within a massive galaxy. The impact would be, quite literally, astronomical.

For the sake of argument, let’s take this further, to the ultimate limits. We don’t exactly know the full true measurements of Homura’s time stop, or most other time-stops. So what if a time-stop affects all of time and space? Let’s say the entire space-time continuum is held in place by a single magical girl. There are SO many laws of physics broken here that it’s genuinely hard to conceive, so let’s start with the one that the Incubators of PMMM are most concerned about - the laws of entropy. A time-stop of all things would include the expansion of the universe (I.E.: the fact that due to time dilation, the Big Bang is technically still ongoing, and the universe is still rapidly expanding). Reality being stopped for LITERALLY ANY SINGLE LENGTH OF TIME would already likely instantly expend more energy than the entire Big Bang itself (an explosion that started the universe within under a Planck-scale duration - 10^-43 of a second, or a zero, a decimal point, thirty-four consecutive zeroes followed by a single one. For comparison, a nanosecond is only 10^-9 of a second…), as the potential energy required to be prevented from occurring in all of reality at the same time for any length of time is likely only a few decimal places off from infinity itself. Any time stop, let alone a true/universal time-stop, also immediately breaks all three of Newton’s Laws, and fundamentally goes against pretty much everything you can understand about physics as a concept.

If a time-stop was even slightly scientifically accurate, the Incubators would be A LOT MORE INTERESTED IN HOMURA than they are in the actual series. Screw magical soul gems helping to slow the heat death of the universe, or creating a deity to control it entirely - you already have a single shield that can do it at a whim.

Oh, and that shield? It can do something EVEN MORE INSANE - it can REVERSE THE FLOW OF TIME ITSELF.

Theoretically, at the most extreme possible place in the universe - just beyond the event-horizon of a singularity in a black hole - time is dilated, leading a slowing in perception, which could theoretically allow you to skip forward incrementally in time. The most extreme thing we know in the universe can only slightly affect time, and can only do it forwards - yet here is a single silver plate of magic that can do that, but better, while also having the ability to functionally reverse time itself.

Also, once more - does Homura’s time-reversal back to the few weeks prior to Walpurgisnacht affect the whole universe, or just Earth, or just Japan, or just Mitakihara?

…I hope you’re starting to see what I’m getting at, here.

Once you begin asking about the logical function of certain things within fiction, particularly within a magic system, the questions quickly escalate to wacky proportions.

It’s the same with other concepts in fiction; for example, most fantasy worlds have everyone speak in the same accent and same language - which is absurd in settings that are supposed to be the size of continents.

The thing is, in fiction, we sometimes have to simplify - otherwise, when thought of at a logical level, things quickly become absurd.

This is the so-called “Rule of Cool”. If something doesn’t make sense in a story’s system of mechanics - just call it magic, and hand-wave it away. Obviously, this doesn’t work for EVERYTHING - a magic system still requires basic functions and rules; but the Rule of Cool allows one to ignore certain minutiae for the simple fact that explaining or trying to understand every single little thing will inevitably lead to a downward spiral that ends in a single word:

“Why?”.

And at that point, you might as well give up selling it as fiction. Sometimes, it’s better to just… enjoy the story. Sure, if you think about something logically in a fictional setting, it likely quickly devolves into absurdity - but, unless of course the mechanics of a thing are critical to be understood, perhaps it’s better to just… move on. Let the author tell their story. If something is logically inconsistent within a fictional universe… maybe it’s just magic.

Let it be. Otherwise fiction likely and quickly unravels into a LONG set of mathematical equations. And nobody wants that, right?))

[ponyglows]

GLOWVERSE MANE 6 BIOS (Part 3 of 3) !! Pinkie & Twilight !! ✨🍬

Princess Twilight Sparkle - Demigirl, She/They, Demi/Bisexual

20s at beginning of Glowverse

Few months older than Pinkie

Princess of Friendship Magic, Advisor for the EEA

Very stressed and overwhelmed

Hardly sleeps

Technically dating Tempest but both are far too busy to label it

Lives in the Royal Palace in Canterlot

Has given more powers to local authorities with a focus on community-made decisions that do not have to involve the Royals - able to focus on much bigger problems now

Horn changed into a star shape after becoming an Alicorn

Has started to gain minor side effects from her Alicorn magic - Extra hair growth and magic particles flowing within new hair growth (Will not develop other 'side effects' for a while)

Earth pony ancestry

Likes to ignore their childhood trauma by burrowing into a good book - someone get em to therapy!!!!

Has heterochromia - One blue and one red eye

Had to wear glasses when she was younger but fixed her eyesight with a spell when she was older

Misses Celestia - Wants to search for her but Luna has informed that she is "fine"....

Depression gets the best of her sometimes

Struggling with her Royal duties...wants to go back to Ponyville

Parents: Velvet Sparkle (prev. Dawn), Night-Light Sparkle

Siblings: Shining-Armour Sparkle

Pinkamena "Pinkie" Diane Pie - Mare, She/her, Pansexual

20s at beginning of Glowverse

Just a few months older than Rainbow

Part time Event Planner - Saffron does most of the savoury catering via the Tasty Treat

Loves to bake and fuss over her child and girlfriend when she isn't working

Extremely reliable - always there for her friends

Dating Saffron Masala and currently has one kid

In an open relationship!

Broke up with Cheese Sandwich a couple years into their relationship - Still friends and caters big events with him!

Gummy is living out his days at Fluttershy's sanctuary

Really family focused - Loves visiting and spending time with her family, the Malus (Apple) family and Cakes included!

Pumpkin and Pound Cake consider her an Aunty

Has Unicorn ancestry and is able to channel and use extreme forms of magic, hence why she is able to handle Discord's magic!

Got tattoos to represent her friends/family and things important to her

Visits Yak-Yakistan often!

Always has confetti and glitter in her hair and her hair always smells like freshly baked cookies and sugar frosting!

Has had to expand her Party Cave, but still keeps records of everypony's favourite things etc

Loves to make up expressions in replacement for common ones and/or swear words

Shorter than most ponies, but slightly taller than RD

Has Bipolar (Type 1) - Saffron is very understanding of this

She loves to see you smile :]

Parents: Igneous Rock Pie, Cloudy Quartz Pie

Siblings: Maudtilda "Maud" Darla Pie, Limestondia "Limestone" Darius Pie, Marblena "Marble" Dana Pie (Pinkie is triplets with Marble and Limestone!)

Full height lineup below!!! :]

My ask box is open if you have any questions!!!!

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Seven '7ven' Blackwood McKinney

Voice Claim: (Jacob Elordi) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2r7wV5C9sg&ab_channel=WMagazine

Partner(s): None. Parents: Adrian Blackwood & Raven McKinney. Kids: Technically he has a bunch, but the only ones he really relates to is Sky & Imogen. Age: Immortal, but translates to mid-late 20's Birthday: 7th of January. Height: 185cm (6ft) Body type: Skinny, but with some muscle tone.     Eye color: Light blue-gray, with a tiny bit of brown around the iris. Classification: (Immortal) Demon. Known powers: Possession, shape shifting, Invisibility, healing by touch. Non-Corporeal Form/Ghostly form (being able to appear as a ghost) Evasion (The user can’t be tracked down, all the traces of their passing disappear or are ignored: fallen hair, blood, skin particles, etc. will dissipate into dust and no scent is given off, unless he wishes to. Telepaths find it extremely hard to find the Evader’s brainwaves.) Telepathy (The power to mentally receive and/or transmit information.)

About: ~ Melancholic, Restless, Brooding, Lazy, Sarcastic, Emotional, Irresponsible, Anti-Social, Distracted, Imaginative, Observant, Reflective, Fearless, Honest, Reckless, Strange, Clumsy, Stubborn, Disorganized, And Mischievous. ~ Has big hands for his body ~ Sexuality Omnisexual (Attracted equally to all human beings (men, women, transexuals, etc.) … A person who can be sexually attracted to anyone and anything, from men/women/everything in … and also non-human animals and inanimate objects) ~ Has thick black hair ~ Has a few black tattoos on various body parts, also two fairly hidden. ~ Half Irish. ~ Has a bit of a British accent. ~ Can Shapeshift to a black fox. ~ Very Anti-Social, doesn't like meeting new people. ~ Does a lot of drugs. ~ Parties a lot. ~ People often call him grumpy, but he really isn't, he's just often stuck in his own world, and quite brooding. ~ Smells like Opium. ~ Dislikes modern pop music. ~ Terrible cook. ~ Likes to hang out with two of his sisters, the rest of his rather large sibling flock he barely stays in contact with. ~ Has an okay relationship to both his parents on the other hand. ~ Doesn't talk much. ~ Loves to stay at home, listening to loud music, not talking to anyone for days. ~ Sleeps a lot. ~ Plays a lot of video games, suck at it. ~ Has a scar on his lip, he got beaten up when he was a very young kid, by some bully, who lived to regret it. ~ Has several piercings in his ears. ~ Very much a rebel. Doesn’t like authorities. ~ Feels everything quite intense. ~ Loves night time, the moon, drugs, pancakes, black eyeshadow, kittens, being left alone, fluffy pillows, sleeping, pizza, minty food, strawberry marshmallows, cold mornings, Synth wave, fog and rain. ~ Always wears some sort of baggy clothes. ~ Really hard to read. Seven's tag Seven's house/home Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One song to describe him: Labyrinth - Still Don't Know My name

Personal play list: 1. Jefferson Airplane - White Rabbit 2. Cream - White Room 3. Thompson Twins - Hold Me Now 4. The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band - Suppose They Give A War And No One Comes 5. Bronski Beat - Small Town Boy 6. MGMT - Little Dark Age 7. The Cure - Just Like Heaven 8. David Bowie - Ashes To Ashes 9. The Doors - End Of The Night 10. Tame Impala - New Person Same Old Mistakes 11. Pixies - Where Is My Mind 12. Kavinsky - Nightcall 13. Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart 14. The Cure - A Forest 15. Duran Duran - Save A Prayer

[clonerightsagenda]

It is Wolf 359 day (also known as Christmas for some) and since I saw a stoat photoset on my dash I feel compelled to post about daemon hcs.

Eiffel - Word of God is raccoon, and it fits. The poor thing probably looks like she has mange during the season 2/3 timeskip, since there's no way astronauts are stuffing their daemons in spacesuits - they must have to go through some kind of pre-mission training to lengthen their range. They are not trained to get blasted lightyears apart though, rip. That's gotta hurt. Once he's recovered from his ordeal though I'm sure he takes advantage of their massively extended range to cause problems. There's no way I stole those donuts from the Urania's stores, commander! I was here in the comms room the whole time.

Minkowski - white-tailed eagle. This bird is found in Poland, and some versions of the Polish flag have a white eagle. It's also similar to but not exactly like a bald eagle - showing how Minkowski aspires to assimilate into Americanness but can't completely abandon her Polish heritage. Plus pilot = bird, it tracks.

Hilbert - rosencrantz-draws-things did a series of daemon paintings for the characters and while I don't agree with all their choices, I did like chameleon for him. He changes roles and faces when he needs to, whatever helps him survive.

Lovelace - The painting series I referenced gives her lioness, which I don't hate, although the logistics are a bit messy for a space station environment. Given the backstory I've envisioned for her I kind of want to spend more time reading about Puerto Rican fauna and get back to you on this one. How does the daemon situation work with her being a surrogate? Unclear but it sure keeps her up at night!

Maxwell - Ferret! The wonder twins have mustelid vibes to me, and I am always charmed by the story of the ferret who cleaned out the tubing of a particle accelerator.

Jacobi - Stoat to match Maxwell. They are the mustelid twins now. It just feels right.

Kepler - idk I don't care about him.

Pryce - Coconut octopus. Something a little bit unusual and unexpected, requires specialized care and upkeep, and octopi are extremely intelligent, with this species actively modifying its situation via tool use. She can carry him around in his own special tank.

Cutter - I never settled (lol) on anything for him, but given I like the idea of him bodyhopping (this has been thoroughly debunked by Word of God but oh well) I imagine that he keeps around the old body's severed daemon as a smokescreen. This leads to a very animated, lively guy with a strangely inert, unfocused daemon which makes him even more unsettling to everyone. He's impossible to read.

Hera - I saved her for last because she's a special case. When AI reach sentience a block of code just pops up in their programming, and that's their daemon. They're not physical in the same way humans are - why would their soul be? However, product testing indicated humans preferred to see something daemonlike, so customer-facing AIs get holographic projections of cute, non-threatening animals like puppies or songbirds. Hera has a bird until Hilbert takes her offline. When she comes back, she has control over the projection and can make it look however she wants. It's not actually her daemon but she can use it to express herself in a similar way, including projecting her humansona, which scares the crap out of people the first few times they see a random stranger on board.

Daemons in microgravity would be their own headache. I imagine crewmembers get velcro pouches on their uniforms or toolbelts sized for their daemons to keep them from floating away. Smaller daemons are preferable in the same way that there's a height range for astronauts - this is why I'm conflicted about Lovelace. Also, you know I am a #hater of 'daemon touching = sex' in AU settings and believe there are multiple kinds of intimacy, and spaceflight involves everyone getting real cool about a lot of stuff real quickly, so I think by season 3 Minkowski and Eiffel at least are hanging on to each other's daemons when they're out on spacewalks both for convenience and emotional support. (Eiffel is still stressed out about it but more because he is really bad at holding a raptor and scared of getting slashed by talons.) Hera occasionally perches her projection on their shoulders which again doesn't mean the same thing to her but gets the message across. If Jacobi is working on something fiddly Maxwell will be wearing both their daemons around her neck, and vice versa.

Bob does not appear with a daemon while wearing his Eiffel suit. The alternative would probably be more upsetting.

[dxmurei]

Thozsa

Overview

Name: Thozs’ahltsya (thoz-AAHL-tss-yuh)

Nickname: Thozsa

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: Yuan-Ti Pureblood

Age: approximately 26 years

Height: 5 ft 10 in

Class: Blood Domain Cleric

[Due to my own fellow party members being able to read this, I will have to limit the information I’m sharing here] Thozsa was born into and grew up in the Cult of the Blood Fang. The cult is made up entirely of Yuan-Ti and is located on an island off the coast of Faetopia. For a century the Blood Fang operated completely unknown to the inhabitants of Faetopia- until now. (thanks Thozsa) For reasons unknown to Faetopia, the Cult of the Blood Fang works to dismantle and overtake the kingdom. They hold a special hatred for the Faetopian Dragonborns particularly.

Features

Thozsa’s features are most related to the Blue Komodo Island Viper.

His skin is a vibrant teal color that lightens in tone on his chest, stomach, palms, inner thighs, neck, and under-eyes

Similarly colored scales cover most his body. The scales are thin and sparse near his joints, but large and plated on his shoulders, chest, upper-back and abdomen.

His eyes are an amber/yellow color.

Under his eyes are lines of pit organs. These pits detect thermal radiation. They are not too useful to him as a Pureblood, as he has better eyesight than other types of Yuan-Ti.

The roof of his mouth hosts an organ called the Jacobson’s Organ. Using his forked tongue, he can collect particles/chemicals from the air and then press them into said organ. This gives him a much higher sense of smell than if he were to just use his nose.

His teeth are a mix of human-like teeth and something more carnivorous. His incisors and molars are typical of human anatomy, but his bicuspids are much sharper than that of humans. In addition, his canines (cuspids) are large and long- snake fangs. He has a gland in his mouth that can supply these fangs with painful venom if he so chooses.

His jaw can unhinge and open much wider than other humanoids, so much so that even with his mouth closed, an indented line runs across his skin from the corners of his lips to the top of his ears (basically the seam of his jaw is slightly visible)

His ears are slightly pointed.

His nails are tougher than human nails and naturally grow at a pointed shape.

Temperature Guide

As a Yuan-Ti Pureblood, he is not as cold blooded as more snake-like Yuan-Tis, but that does not exclude him from the dangers of cold weather.

temperature guide for purebloods

100+ degrees is dangerous. If Purebloods cannot find shade quickly, their bodies will begin to shut down after a few hours. Their bodies react akin to getting a high fever

90 to 100 degrees can be uncomfortable for long periods of times without shade. Purebloods may become fatigued after several hours

75 to 90 degrees is ideal. Purebloods function the best at this temp range

60 to 75 degrees is uncomfortable for purebloods, but not dangerous. Their bodies might become a little sluggish, depending on how long they spend in this temp

at 60 degrees, purebloods will look for a tight and safe place to brumate. This place may accommodate many purebloods at the same time, or just one. During beumation, a pureblood’s bodily functions will slow drastically to save energy. Most won’t eat for up to a week. They will only leave their place to get water every few days. From an outside perspective, brumation seems a lot like hibernation.

50 to 60 degrees is ideal for brumation

anything below 50 is deadly after a certain amount of time. Their bodies will shut down.

Thozsa’s Past

Childhood

Thozsa was born on the Blood Fang’s island, and as a pureblood, this meant he was practically cattle for the first few years of his life. He spent the first two or three years of his life with other same-aged purebloods being looked after by higher Yuan-Tis. And by looked after, I mean being given the bare amount of food, water and other necessities. For the first years of his life, he was simply kept alive.

Near age four he was upgraded from just being kept alive to being kept alive and taught basic necessities. Necessities like the Yuan-Ti language, the Blood Fang’s functions, the greatness of their deity Sseth, and discipline.

At age six, he began his physical training, working on establishing stuff as little as needed motor skills all the way up to endurance training.

At age eight, he was introduced to Sseth’s magic for the first time. Many other purebloods from his group died at this age- their bodies not surviving the magic.

At age ten, he made it through The Selection- a process in which purebloods who show promising skills are selected for continued training. The rest are used for labor and or sacrifice.

He spent the next ten years of his life training to become a weapon, a tool for the Blood Fang to use as they please. More specifically: a spy. Purebloods who made it through their childhood were sent to the mainland to infiltrate the kingdom and gain valuable intelligence on the inner-workings of the Faetopian government.

Adulthood

At age 20, Thozsa was put through the Trials. The Trials were what decided if of-age Purebloods were ready to infiltrate. There were only two endings to the Trial: death or victory. Thozsa entered the Trials with eight other Purebloods and was the only one to make it out alive.

Nearing age 21, he was sent to the mainland of Faetopia.

For four years he traveled on the down-low from town to town, gathering information in the subtle way of simply observing. However, the longer he worked, the more familiar he became with Faetopia, and the more aggressive he became with his tactics. He soon became semi-known by some people as a bounty hunter. As he gathered information for the Blood Fang, he would earn coin by killing for others, something he was very good at.

At age 25 his name as a bounty hunter had reached the capital. Thankfully, his illegal bounties had stayed underground, but his bounty work for various organizations/guard posts/towns has caught the attention of the Faetopian Royals. He was skilled and they needed someone who’s loyalty could be bought with coin, seeing as no one else could possibly offer more coin than them. And so Thozsa was hired along with a handful of others to be present at the Queen’s baby shower (it was a very big and important event trust me) and keep an eye on the guests. And most importantly, capture/kill anyone who poses a threat. Thozsa takes the job both for the coin and for the sudden inside look he’d get of the capital. The job went successfully. Someone made an attempt on the Queen’s life and Thozsa killed them. Unfortunately though, he’d met the Prince of Faetopia (Aster) at the event, and even more unfortunately, was hired the next day to be the prince’s personal guard. Aster was annoying as fuck. (If the position wasn’t going to give him much needed inside information for the cult, he would have declined it immediately)

Present

Here is where I can give even less detail for fear my fellow party members read this. But the basics I can give are:

Aster drags Thozsa around Faetopia as he does his Princely (and not so Princely) duties.

Aster annoys the shit out of Thozsa, and if it weren’t for his circumstances, he probably would have killed the man already.

What’s weird is that Aster seems to care for Thozsa’s wellbeing even though he’s the guard, not the other way around.

Aster is also very touchy and hugs Thozsa and tries to hold his hand and gets pouty when Thozsa pulls his hand away weird huh

(everyone can guess from my art that these two do in fact grow closer over time, enemies to enemy-lovers to who the fuck knows type beat maybe, but I literally cannot explain any of it without spoilers for my party damn)

Other Info

Incase I didn’t make it clear enough above, Yuan-Ti Purebloods are the lowest of the low in the Blood Fang.

They exhibit the most human traits out of all the Yuan-Ti.

The more snake-like the Yuan-Ti, the higher up they are in authority.

The basis is, their deity, Sseth, is very snake-like. So the more snake-like you are, the closer to Sseth you are.

Some of Thozsa’s likes:

Heat/Warmth (obviously)

Humidity

Rabbit meat

The smell of frankincense

Soft textures

Some of Thozsa’s dislikes:

Cold (obviously)

Crowds

Not having control

Small talk

Cinnamon

Very open areas

By using his Jacobson’s Organ, he can quite literally smell certain emotions off people.

Some emotions present the emission of certain chemicals that he can detect with the organ.

Though this only works in very close proximity

He has gold caps over his fangs

Being a Pureblood, he cherishes the more snake-like parts of his body.

The gold on his fangs is a way of exemplifying one of his more snake-like aspects.

He cannot see yellow properly.

Something many Purebloods experience is the lack of certain eye cones responsible for detecting yellow (i know this isnt how it works irl leave me alone this is fantasy).

To him, yellow appears dull and near brown.

A yellow daisy is the same color as sand to him.

The thermal pits under his eyes can be overloaded with sensory

By pressing something warm directly onto the pits, thermal energy is being directly input.

It creates a similar effect to shining a flashlight directly into your eyes, except this isn’t painful.

It’s a sensory overload in the sense of all his brain can think is ‘warm, warm, warm, warm’.

In most situations, this is extremely unwanted and disliked, however, if he was ever in an environment he felt completely safe and relaxed in, this sensation would be rather nice.

He never knew his parents.

There is no sense of family in the Blood Fang. Especially for Purebloods

Once a Pureblood is born, they are taken and put with the rest. The parent(s) do not get to watch their child grow up, and it is very likely the child will never know who their parent(s) were in the first place.

Thozsa’s parents have lore in this world and I love them dearly. Their story is heartbreaking.

He sheds his skin

Purebloods shed once around every three years or so.

It’s a bit different to how snakes shed, it’s not a full cohesive full-body at one time thing

The parts of the body that have the most scale coverage shed pretty nicely, the parts that don’t have a lot of scale coverage shed messily.

Leading up the shed, their eyes gain a new layer and fluid becomes trapped between the old layer and the new growing one to protect it as it grows. This leads to Purebloods being almost completely blind for a day or two until the new layer is done growing and the old layer can be shed.

[maggtgirl]

Accept that the world is here for whatever reason and you’re here to cope with that. Death comes in all forms. It’s happening as I breathe. The air leaving my lungs and dissipating particles becoming nothing. A natural reaction that works with time and space. There’s not much you can do about that.

I just wish she would wait for me. The sun will never set just for me. I can’t help but miss the best part. As the clouds turn technicolor. Something I’ve seen so many times, yet everytime is different. I feel something else, exactly the same. She’s so beautiful and lonely and each time i open my eyes the sun dies a little and a new color is born. Something that hurts me. I don’t want to miss every form she takes. She’ll be back in the morning and I’ll hold the life she’s given me until I see her again.

There’s a part of her that will remain in me and everyone that felt her rise and fall. Even when there is no more. Tiny pieces all divided and duplicated amongst eachother. Breaking the bread of what makes us. Something you can’t hold in your hands. You can only move and make space as much as you see fit. We share pieces of ourselves and accept eachother.

There’s over a million different parts of you that die in your lifetime. I grieve so much of me and the world and the people Ive known. I’ll grieve a million times over again. They will all pass and the sun will set everyday. She has no reason.

And everytime I see you in the darkest parts of my mind, I see a small black spider trying so hard to watch the sunset.

When there’s a spider I see an earthly matter who has withered away and lost all the blood in his veins. Sitting peacefully in a porcelain urn. A young boy who didn’t know better.

A father contaminating his kin. An illness so deadly and contagious his bones must be burnt. Even then, will his children and theirs’ feel the symptoms. The creases in their brains can’t be cleansed of this gunk even if their bodies were turned to ash. A shadow that whispers’ won’t let you rest at night, disconnecting from the reality of self and others. Distrust of the deepest part of your being. Youth and innocence hazardly cut and peeled with a dull blade. A device of torture you couldn’t manufacture.

A young girl who lets fear lead her life, denying any sense of pain until it’s too late. Her own mirror image is seen as a third more sinister option. Something in between human and creature, beyond the point of recognition. No one knows how much she cries or much of anything about her. She will make a life for herself that can’t be minimized by the people that never knew her before. Where she doesn’t need permission to need or want. she warmly embraces the love that people show her despite how uncomfortable it can be to accept. Her overwhelming love of the world is given without hesitation to everyone she’s known.

A wife drained of her life force who was looking for love in the wrong places. a lifetime commitment left with reprimanding damage to her brain chemistry. Love was hard before and she’s stuck in her slump no longer. She’s free from his pressure. Although it hurts, there’s a relief found in this loss.

A man that doesn’t hurt anymore even if his pain lives on for generations. He is a piece of glass that couldn’t hold the weight of this world. Slowly shattered crack by crack, he is a cut on a thigh. A foggy face you see on your commute. A ripple in the grime of the ocean in the pipe, smoked by the shadows that stick to the sidewalks.

Life couldn’t exist without this.

A cautionary tale that you can only try so hard to prevent. No matter how cautious you are, you can’t stop the gravitational pull of a boy to the pipe. Not this boy. just another young soul stripped and scarred when he flew too close to the sun. His wings clipped before he even got a chance to truly fly. It took him less than 40 years to kill himself.

He’ll never truly die. he lives as a wall. Despite the height you’ve unintentionally added you are strong enough to will that wall into a door. he will reside in warmth of the sun on your fingertips when we finally learn how to hold the weight of the world. in a way, the pressure is moved and molded into a life of love. He is acceptance of all things that live and die. Accept every form of yourself that has lived and he will live in every future form you take.

the sun has gifted you a world where you belong, to love and to be loved. The short moments where you’ve remembered you’ve died and you remember you’re alive. The blurry glimpses of memories that seem like distant dreams in puddle reflections. Something that feels so hard to believe. Despite the voice that tells you there’s something fundamentally wrong about you. That is a piece we all have.

the colors of the sunset. the hazy halo holding the moon in the sky. the glowing water beneath the blue heron. This is where I live. There’s no point in this life where I’m living less or more than anyone or anything. We are all different forms of energy existing together and becoming new.

[eyeoftheheart]

“By Divine Grace, there comes a time in spiritual movement when an aspirant begins to feel the touch of Divine Presence in his life, a time when he gets his first real glimpse of Divine Love. This glimpse – these few dust particles from the Divine feet – cause bhava to come to life. No longer worldly, feeling soars away from the world into the realm of the transcendental.” (p. 83)

“… the ideal to be emulated by every aspirant: to remain balanced in pleasure and pain, gain and loss – in all pairs of opposites that characterize the vicissitudes of the world-process. While the mind of an ordinary individual is ever in turmoil during the diverse conditions of life, an aspirant must strive to hold his mind poised and calm at all times. Balance of mind is the secret of all prosperity, success and goodness. Many difficult conditions can be easily surmounted if one does not react in an irrational manner. When the mind is held in balance, one has the possibility of employing the correct self-effort in every difficult situation. Similarly, if the mind does not swing to swing to elation and become imbalanced during prosperity, much future sorrow can be avoided. It is through balance of mind that suffering is eliminated and the spirit triumphs over the world-process.

The precious secret of holding such a balanced mind is given by Saint Tulasidas in his prayer: Enshrine the enchanting face of Rama, the face of the Divine Self, in your consciousness. See it ever smiling in the depths of your heart – serene, full of bliss. Adversity and prosperity come and go like clouds, but that Divine Presence is ever unaffected. The perpetual awareness of that Divine face is the fertile soil in which saintliness grows, it is the promoter of all that is majestic and triumphant in the human spirit.” (p. 98-99)

“Sita especially portrays that aspect of devotion known as madhurya bhava, the sweet sentiment that a devotee holds for the Divine Self that is compared to the feelings of devoted wife towards her husband, or a lover to her beloved. Like Sita, the soul must be willing to tear itself away from all earthly comforts and attachments in order to truly love the Divine Self, who is the Supreme Lord, husband and beloved.” (p. 103)

“Love for Divinity has the power to bring new delight to the mind every day. The mind of a true devotee will never develop a sense of boredom. If, in pursuing japa (repetition of mantra) and devout meditation, an aspirant goes on asking himself ‚How long am I to continue doing these things?‘ then you must realize that he has not yet experienced true devotion. If there is true devotion, there will be increasing thrill and a sense of adventure. An aspirant is like a mountain climber, enduring the hardships of the steep climb because he eagerly looks forwards to reaching those greater and greater heights from which he can view a wider horizon of Divine Glory.” (p. 104-105)

“When the mind moves towards God, in the beginning it may not be so pleasing, because God is not as evident as the objects of the world. Nevertheless, as time passes by, the mind becomes filled with a joy that is pure and true and which continues to increase every day.” (p. 105)

“Once one’s heart craves for Divine Love, the world becomes nothing; all its glitter and all its sense enjoyments become insignificant. A devotee becomes perfectly secure on the spiritual path because the world loses all its power to draw his mind away from its God ward movement.” (p. 107)

“Every soul is essentially Satchitananda – existence, knowledge and bliss absolute. But one has to be reminded of his essential nature, the inner grander that he has somehow forgotten. Through satsanga and the influence of guru, that Self-knowledge is awakened.” (p. 163)

“Every individual must seek union with God in three planes – in body, mind and spirit. In your body you must be a servant of God, a channel of this Divine Will. In your mind you must be a ray of God, and the divine power must radiate through your thoughts and feelings. In your spirit, in the depths of your heart, you must discover your identity with God.” (p. 164)

“Whoever sincerely takes refuge in God is given a Divine guarantee of immediate acceptance and assistance. However, it must be a wholehearted surrender. As long as one is clinging to any worldly value or depending upon any egoistic development, the refuge is not complete. But when the soul truly understands that the transient and illusory world will not give refuge, and surrenders itself totally to God, then it experiences immediate security. Under the protection of Divine Power, it is led to the highest possible attainments.” (p. 191)

“The moment you turn wholeheartedly to the Divine Self, your entire past is obliterated and you enter upon a new life.” (p. 192)

~ Mysticism Of The Ramayana by Swami Jyotirmayananda

[vacantgodling]

#33: Helix Carmine

You were never right after you lost them. The days bled into weeks, into months, into years, perhaps, spent adrift in this hell. Your friends speak of fighting on, but you hardly have any fight left to give. It would be better if you were just a spector; better if you just rotted here. Perhaps when whatever life left clinging to you was gone, the two of you would be together in Cerullius. But still, you put one foot in front of the other; if only for the sake that you know they would not want you to die.

“helix” means particle of a spiral form. “carmine” means garden or crimson; sometimes both so let’s say crimson garden. 

37, nb (he/him), romance: yes, sex: yes, preference: feminine or other nb people

helix is deceptively smaller framed at 5’6”, but it only makes sense given his training was more for agility than muscle mass. his skin is soft and tan, and his eyes are rare but two different colors: green for one eye and yellow for the other. his hair is short and choppy but it frames his face, and is a sandy brown color. 

he was a RANGER in the AGoE before the accident, though in some senses he is still a ranger, though relatively bow-less. along with scouts, rangers are trained at pinella’s pass survivalist school, named for princess pinella of argos (aka the lady of the mists) who perished in a landbridge collapse in that very area after the day of fissures. it was here that helix met who would soon become friends and fellow guildmates: jihi, cameron, and miona. he works with a short bow and tends to shoot multiple arrows at a time, usually coated in posion or paralyzing agents to make it easier for his teammates to disable a foe. he’s only missed a shot once in his life, and that was the shot that cost him everything he held dear.

currently his whereabouts including his team members elodia, charissa, and altair is unknown. they are presumed dead, with jihi being the only “survivor” of their group… but there is more than meets the eye with this mystery that will be explored in plot.

helix is a quiet man, but not because he’s awkward or shy—like most rangers he is simply observant. however, he’s very cheerful (or was before the accident), and always goes out of his way to help others. he’s the romantic kind, but the soft kind of romantic where all of his “flirting” is acts of service, and all of this attention was directed at elodia, their romance only budding when everything occurred. he’s also generally amiable; is perfectly content with not being the center of attention.

3 fun facts about them: helix dabbled in being a bard when growing up and can actually play the lyre passably well; he still does occasionally when inspiration strikes him, or to cheer up someone in a bad mood. despite his short frame, he can actually jump from the ground to about six feet in the air without buildup, which allows him to reach most branches in trees quite quickly if he needs to get up and out of the way midbattle. despite how often he’s up in trees, he actually has a fear of heights, in the sense that his fear is being suspended or falling from a high place. its quite a juxtaposition, so he does his best not to fall out of trees.