#ad aeternum

[supernovaa-remnant]

Ad Aeternum

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Ad Aeternum: To Eternity "Like humanity finding life on Europa, he muses. Just as life is an inevitability wherever there is liquid water and heat, perhaps there's an inevitability about him and Dream, too."

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Rating: Teen Fandom: Dream SMP Relationships: Dream/Wilbur Soot, Dream & Wilbur Soot, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Wilbur Soot, Dream, JSchlatt, Karl Jacobs, George Not Found, Background & Cameo Characters

here she is!! my pride and joy, and the labor of my love: Ad Aeternum <3

(it's a locked fic, so if you'll need to be logged into an ao3 account to view it)

[poetinprose]

A writeblr (re)introduction + masterpost

Hi, everyone! ^-^ Welcome to my writeblr!

I’ve had this blog for a few years now but a lot has changed since my last introduction + I’ve been pretty inactive for quite a while so I thought it’s more than time for a post like this.

⫸ About me ⫷

✏ My name’s Jay

✏ In my 20′s

✏ Any pronouns are fine but preferably she/they

✏ Favorite genre is fantasy, often in combination with romance but I also dabble in sci-fi/dystopias

✏ I love incorporating science into my fantasy stories and thinking about possible scientific explanations behind magical things and such

✏ I write in German (my native language) but here I post (mostly) in English

✏ I have a shared Wattpad account with a friend who I also write most wips with

✏ Tag game + ask friendly (but sometimes I procrastinate and forget ‘^-^)

⫸ Tenebris ⫷

✧ Genre: High Fantasy

✧ Summary: Kendra, an immortal being from the underworld, is on the Upperworld to undo a big mistake that affects humans’ lives. One day she finds an orphaned and deadly injured baby in a burned down village and despite her disgust towards humans and against every rationality she takes it with her. What she would’ve never imagined is the impact that this human child will have on her life... and her heart.

✧ Links: Wattpad (in German), WIP intro

⫸ Bleeding City ⫷

✧ Genre: Futuristic, fantasy-adjacent, solarpunk

✧ Summary: Vampires have revealed their existence and it turns out that vamprirism is a hereditary disease. That reveal has caused a lot of disturbance so the government has etablished a rule that every vampire has to be assigned at least one human blood donor and are forbidden to feed from others. Noa one day receives a call that she is suited for being a blood donor to a young vampire who's vampirism only recently arose. Besides having to adjust to this change, the young vampire Corin has to deal with the bloody family business which he never wanted to be a part of. And he especially never wanted Noa to be a part of this...

✧ Links: Wattpad (in German), WIP intro (planned)

⫸ Aeternum ⫷

✧ Genre: Urban Fantasy

✧ Summary: By now Thanea has come to terms with her role as an outsider amongst the humans. Because who needs humans when you have mermaids and ghosts for friends? But then Nevras steps into her life and questions everything. Why can she see behind the veil that hides the magical world from human eyes?

What began as a fascinating project for him becomes more and more personal. And how can he tell her that his existence is ruled more by death than by life?

✧ Links: WIP intro

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Última morada-Cementerios-¿Campo Santo?

[stayallnite]

[nulfaga]

But it doesn't matter because ive resigned myself to being a loveless yet nobly self sufficient monk. Like i'm no longer putting up with red flags only to cut the person out of my life 2 dates in. If you're coming into my existential space we better be compatible and pass the time beautifully and if not then cool beans I'll just sit in my room cross legged meditating on my loneliness 23hrs a day. (The last hour is for drinking vodka breezers and crying to try guys videos)

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

If The Princess changes based on our perception of her, then the Voices are the Princess's perception of The Hero.

If we enter the basement without the Knife and try to escape with the Princess to get to the Damsel, Clearly we are her Knight in Glistening Feathers, and in stories like that, The Hero is Smitten with The Damsel.

With the adversary, we refuse to die. We are Stubborn.

If we get killed by the Princess with ease, we are Broken in her eyes.

We get Hunted by the Den, oppose the Narrator and become Contrarian, see The Princess leave the basement despite locking her down there and we become Paranoid.

The reason that They're Voices instead of other Heroes, is because The Long Quiet doesn't change - Shifting Mound is change, and thus her vessels must be as fluid and malleable as herself.

TLQ, as Shifty states, only ever reacts - We only make a choice based on what The Narrator or The Voices tell us to do. It is only by experiencing that we gain insight, and thus can react. The Voices are as much a part of TLQ as the Princesses are Shifty, but in the way that these two beings have to parallel each other.

But of course, these two being are in that way forever connected - The Long Quiet Has Changed, and been changed, as he has had to make decisions - cause change, despite it's nature as a being of stagnation and changelessness.

The Shifting Mound is forever a Shifting Mound, she is never complete, always changing in a way that does not allow settling, or stagnation - yet in that way is static in her purpose!

TLQ and Shifty are one in the same despite being split - they both change, and are stuck, and yet they continue this push and pull ad aeternum, because they are stuck and dynamic all at once.

At least, depending on which ending you choose.

(And then there's the Razor, who I don't have a good answer for other than "We don't see every run with her to get every voice" So. That's the one kink in this idea.)

[alzalavista68]

Ad libitum ...in aeternum....

[coolbeans32]

Echoes of Destiny: The Serpent and the Phoenix

PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader (OC)

SYNOPSIS: After deciphering Dumbledore's inscription, Harry, Hermione, and Ron work together to revive Genevieve. Despite the complexity of the rune magic, they chant with determination until Genevieve awakens, disoriented and without memory. They introduce themselves, and Genevieve expresses gratitude for their help. Despite the challenges ahead, they are determined to uncover Genevieve's identity and protect her from harm.

WARNINGS: Not any trigger warnings are seen except of the following: use of ritual magic for revival, that can be unsettling. Otherwise, nothing else to note, but if you find anything unsettling or triggering, please let me know :)

WORD COUNT: 775

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Chapter Six

Revival

As Hermione finished reading the inscription left by Dumbledore, the trio exchanged hesitant glances. Reviving Genevieve was no simple task; it involved complex rune magic and precise wand movements. However, they were determined to see it through, no matter the challenges. With steely resolve, Harry, Ron, and Hermione positioned themselves around Genevieve's preserved body, wands at the ready. The incantation echoed softly in the dimly lit room as they chanted the ancient words, their voices intertwining with magic.

Hermione starts to chant the incantation "Exaudire mea verba, ut reviviscere.”

Ron proceeds to follow along Hermione,  "Exaudire mea verba, ut reviviscere.”

Harry continues the chant, “Sublimare spiritum, redeuntem ad vitam.”

Hermione concentrated intensely, "Keep the focus! We have to get this right!"

Harry, gritting his teeth, "I'm trying, Hermione! This rune magic is harder than it looks!" They kept reciting all the necessary parts until they reached the final part of the chant. This last part had to be recited together, “Per coniunctio elementorum, per potentiam runarum, resurgat Genevieve ex somno aeternum. Reviviscere!"As the trio completes the incantation, a faint glow surrounds Genevieve's body. The air crackled with energy as intricate runes appeared, glowing with ethereal light around Genevieve's form. The room seemed to pulsate with power, and for a moment, time itself held its breath. Suddenly, Genevieve's body stirred, her chest rising and falling as if she were taking her first breath. The glow of the runes intensified, enveloping her in a shimmering aura. Then, with a gasp, Genevieve's eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, disoriented and confused. She blinked several times, taking in her surroundings with wide eyes.

"Where… where am I?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged relieved smiles, their hearts pounding with anticipation. This was it—the moment they had been waiting for.

Hermione stepped forward, her voice gentle yet filled with urgency. "Genevieve, it's okay. You're safe now."

Genevieve's gaze flickered to each of them in turn, her expression a mixture of fear and curiosity. "What do you mean safe?" she echoed, her brow furrowing in confusion. "I'm sorry, but… who are you?" Harry's heart sank at her words, for some reason he didn’t understand, he pushed aside these feelings, focusing on the task at hand. "That's okay," he reassured her, his voice steady. "You’re safe. There’s a lot we have to catch you up on. I’m Harry Potter.”

“Potter, are you related to Fleamont Potter by any chance?” Genevieve asked curiously. 

Harry, caught off guard, “Uhm…yeah…I think I am.” Genevieve inspected him, as she noticed his hesitation from either keeping himself guarded or from a lack of knowledge of his family ancestry, she could not tell at the moment.

Ron was next to introduce himself. "Well, I’m Ron, Ron Weasley.” Genevieve could immediately tell he was a Weasley, he had very similar characteristics as Billius Weasley, a Gryffindor student in her year. She moved to look at Hermione, wondering who she was. Hermione seemed to pick up on this note. 

“I am Hermione Jean Granger, pleased to meet you.”’Genevieve studied them for a moment longer, uncertainty clouding her features. But then, slowly, she offered them a tentative smile. "Pleasure to meet you all as well. I can’t recall much but whatever happened, thank you" she whispered, her voice tinged with gratitude.

And with those words, the trio knew that their journey was far from over. They had brought Genevieve back from the brink of death, but now they faced a new challenge—to help her reclaim her past and uncover the truth hidden within her memories. With determination burning in their hearts, they stood ready to face whatever lay ahead, united in their quest for answers.

Harry spoke first, “As much as we wouldn’t mind staying here, we should take you to our place to let you freshen up, get some food, and then we can catch you up. If you wouldn’t mind?”

Genevieve smiled, “Sure, where are we headed if you don’t mind me asking?”

Harry, tentatively said, “Across the street…Grimmauld Place to be exact.”

Gen looked at him curiously, “You don’t happen to mean the Black Estate would you? The same one, Walburga resides at?”

The trio look at each other, a bit concerned. They didn’t want anyone knowing of her identity, especially the portrait of Walburga Black. It would cause chaos. Ron spoke up, “Well, this is a real pickle for us ain’t it?” Hermione, out of habit, whacked his head.

Genevieve smiled, reminded of her relationship between the two, she turned to Harry. “I’m guessing that’s a yes then.”

Harry looked at her and smiled, “Yeah, it is.”

Taglist: @wheenerrr @jillian2003

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[cupidswurld]

was feeling super weepy today and in media class our teacher put on fortnight by taylor swift and i started crying in class to fortnight by taylor swift . anyway i hope he wouldve found it funny. it was probably because of the dead poets society cameo -> carpe diem -> latin -> my own epitaph for him (ad aeternum et infinitum) that set it off though. missing him everyday. feeling happier but I cant... I cant talk about it, or adjacent to it, without tearing up. not that I want to. but I dont want to never talk about him because I want other people to know him too. and remember him. so.

[herbeloved82]

Whispers in the night, Promises fulfilled

* Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. 

Another evening fell upon the Earth and once again the Blood Drinkers arose from their coffins ready to roam the mortal world. 

Another evening, and more whispered words from immortal lips in a language unspoken to all others. Yet in the sacred shelter of his chambers, the old language of his human years filled the air, repressing the heavy silence that otherwise filled the room. In the absence of his words, such silence would have ripped the very air from the lungs of lesser men, throwing him into despair. 

Once the silence and darkness were left behind, Marius would wear the mask of cold indifference that made him look like a statue. A persona which many thought to be his real self. No one ever looked close enough to see the cracks in his facade. 

No one was ever allowed that close since he had lost everything due to malice and hubris. The first belonged to an old enemy who had long ago lost his power, and the second was his own. The one sin he could never free himself from and that which cost him everything he had ever loved. 

***  

**Mellitos oculos tuos, si quis me sinat usque basiare, usque ad milia basiem trecenta… 

After centuries it became his own personal ritual. Every evening, as soon as he left the coffin, Marius would reach his window and whisper words of love and devotion that no one could hear and yet they soothed his soul, somehow. 

Words that belonged to the one who stole his heart and never gave it back. Words that would now fall on deaf ears for his love was so disappointed and hurt by his actions that Marius didn’t have any hope to reach for him through the curtain of his rightful rage. 

Today as he gazed out at the Aegean Sea, his heart was heavy in his chest and he was filled with a deep loneliness few others could fathom. It was as though the burden of all the years he’s lived had compounded to overpower him. 

It was on evenings like this that Marius felt the call of the ground and yet he fought the siren song and kept walking the Earth, knowing he couldn’t give up. Not for himself but for those who could need him. Always the teacher, always the protector, Marius kept living even when all he wanted was to rest and allow his heart to be consumed by bittersweet memories of the one he loved and had no more. 

***  

***Iucundum, mea vita, mihi proponis amorem hunc nostrum inter nos perpetuumque fore. Di magni, facite ut vere promittere possit…     

It was almost morning. The sky upon them, locked away by marbles and gold, by rocks and tapestries that made the palace a place of marvel, was turning light with the many shades of lavender and pink. The sun, so close, was already calling them to sleep and yet Marius couldn’t find in himself the strength to turn towards the bed. 

What if it had been all just a dream caused by madness? What if, after so long he had finally lost everything that made him who he was and he was living in a dream that could be ripped from his hands at any moment? 

What if this evening of joy and delight, of old friends gathered together to celebrate Marius and his union never was? 

Those were the thoughts that tormented his mind. That was why, like any other night before this one, for five hundred years, he had whispered his love away, too afraid to discover he was still alone. 

***Atque id sincere dicat et ex animo, ut liceat nobis tota perducere vita aeternum hoc sanctae foedus amicitiae. 

Another voice, deep and hypnotic, finished the poem from him. The beloved voice came from behind Marius and when he finally turned, there he was, lying in their bed, his naked body tempting Marius, calling him back from the dark place to which his mind had wandered. 

“Come to bed, husband.” The same voice ordered and Marius was filled once again with love and marvel at the new title he now held. 

Husband. That he was. He took his lover in the dark union in front of their friends and the whole court. He promised to be one with him, always and for eternity. His one and only love was now his and Marius didn’t know how to handle that. 

“Come to bed and let me show you how much I love you.” Armand, his beloved Armand, said again and Marius moved before his mind could even catch up with his body.

Only when Marius’ larger body covered Armand’s, his husband tilted his head to one side, offering his neck and the forbidden nectar hidden under the smooth and delicate skin. 

Armand, who hated to have his blood taken, was freely offering Marius the rare gift of a taste and Marius was never strong enough to resist his cherub - not that he wanted to. 

His sharp fangs pierced Armand’s flesh as Marius kissed his neck with devotion and as the sweet blood filled his mouth, Marius’ mind was filled with fragments of thoughts and memories that had one thing in common. 

In the blood, whichnever lied, Marius saw Armand’s love. Past, present and future. A love that had survived the horror of the world and their incapability to communicate. Their time apart and the harmful words they exchanged. The flow of time and despair that both felt when they had believed reunification would be impossible, that their chance to be together was long gone and could never come back. 

They were different. Changed men from the Maestro and his apprentice in Venice. They were different from the cult leader and the cold, detached man who had craved silence and solitude. They were different from the Prime Minister and the still angry man who thought he had lost Marius for good. However they were still, and always would be, Marius and Armand, lovers and husbands.  

“I love you.” Armand whispered. “I love you so much. For all eternity.” 

With one last lap at the already closing wounds and a kiss on his neck, when the sun demanded their attention and yet Marius couldn’t allow himself to sleep, he smiled at Armand, whose eyes were already closing. 

“I love you too, my husband.” He whispered. “For all eternity.” 

Only then he followed Armand into darkness. 

* I hate and I love. Why do I do this, you ask? I don’t know, but it torments me. Catullus 85

** If your eyes like honey I was allowed to kiss, thousands of times I would kiss them. Catullus 48

*** Eternal and shadowless, my life, you promise our love to be. Gods almighty, may he have said it from his heart, without lies. May this eternal promise of love last for eternity. Catullus 109

END 

[supernovaa-remnant]

@sioster

karo, I'm gonna put the responses to your ad aeternum asks under a cut just bc I posted the fic not that long ago and don't wanna, like, majorly spoil it for anyone who hasn't had the time to read it yet but wants to (also bc it's finals season and so many people are busy)

(also putting under the cut because wow these got really long actually 😭)

wilbur never calls the dream from his timeline marzenie. it would feel unfair, I think. unfair to both of them. because as he does get to know the dream of his timeline, he really does come to care about the other, but he's kinda swamped with this guilt of worrying he's just using dream as a replacement? at least for a while, he is. (swamped with guilt) so, he finds ways to keep them separate in his mind.

marzenie is the nickname he gave to the alternate timeline dream. marzenie loved the nickname. wilbur's not going to take that away by giving it to someone else. besides, it was always meant to be a way to differentiate the dreams, anyway.

he has all sorts of loving nicknames for the other dream—he has more time to find these nicknames. darling, sunshine, starlight, love, etc. but never marzenie. marzenie will always belong to the dream who was enthralled by the beauty of the earth, who was the first in a very long time to hold wilbur, who bantered with him and danced with him and *sobs* yeah </3

it would be a bit complicated, a bit messy, but ultimately good, I think. there's bureaucratic issues in starfleet wondering if wilbur bringing marzenie to their timeline breaks the prime directive. some (who don't like wilbur being in starfleet due to his ancestry) would fight extra hard to dismiss him from starfleet. wilbur's crew would fight hard for him, though. so would the manhunt. so would others. and, in the end, considering the literal time agency hasn't come to say wilbur messed up the timeline by doing so, they can only assume it's okay.

there's a lot of grief, too. from marzenie. they didn't really have a lot of time to discuss it in the 21st century, but marzenie has lost pretty much anyone he's ever known and loved. there's joys with getting to know versions of sapnap and george and others who are alive, but they're still different versions. and the versions of the people he loved who are dead are still gone. and the versions of people he loved who are alive are still gone. and maybe he felt that those alive only saw him as something broken, but he still cared about them.

so, there's a lot of grief. but wilbur is there. and wilbur loves him. and it was either live with wilbur and the grief or be erased with his timeline and leave wilbur alone, and marzenie would always choose to stay.

there's other complications (marzenie was a captain in his timeline but has no starfleet training—he ends up on the syndicate as essentially non-starfleet personnel). there's also complications with this timeline's dream. and this timeline's dream team. and this timeline's manhunt. and where marzenie fits with them. complications with wilbur's relationship with this timeline's dream, too.

but, ultimately, it's good. marzenie bonds with the crew of the syndicate when he's figuring out what to do when he's not a captain in a war. he learns to bake with niki. he also spars with her. he gets close to techno. they also spar. he loses a fair amount. he continuously pushes wilbur to discuss the complicated relationship wilbur has with techno. the human members of the crews are people familiar to marzenie. he likes to get to know these versions. he convinces wilbur to sign up for therapy. he signs up for therapy himself.

it turns out he gets along really well with dream. they reach a point where they just start introducing themselves as twins. dream's parents include him in family dinners. dream's siblings just say they have another brother. george eventually transfers to the manhunt. the entire dream team complains about marzenie staying on the syndicate but in a light hearted way. the crews of the two ships get really close, actually, and they find lots of excuses to rendezvous. congrats they've unlocked a new level of friendship

things with wilbur and marzenie are really good. they explore the earth together. they take shore leave together and travel. they cuddle and write songs. when marzenie decides to write a book, wilbur reads it and gives advice. they adopt a cat together. they peel oranges for each other. it's all really soft and domestic. and they love each other and they love their friends and they heal together. and everyone's really happy.

(anyway, I think some days wilbur would wake up after extremely vivid dreams (pun not intended) of the above scenario. he'll have incredibly vivid dreams of a universe where marzenie was never shot. and a lot of the dreams take inspiration where he's found himself in life—the crews of the syndicate and manhunt get close. they hang out a lot, actually. wilbur writes more music. wilbur goes to therapy. wilbur gets a cat. when the ships meet up, wilbur & dream often cuddle together at night. etc etc.

but I think the dreams with marzenie would be so vivid, that for a moment he'd wake up and wonder where marzenie was. on especially bad days, he wakes up with bleary eyes and, for a moment, thinks this timeline's dream is marzenie.

and he feels incredibly guilty afterwards. and in particularly bad days, he holds dream close and says "I love you" over and over again with emphasis on the "you" just so dream knows. and dream doesn't fully understand, but dream knows wilbur's been through a lot, and he knows healing isn't linear, so he just holds wilbur close and repeats the same words to him)

[poetinprose]

OC: Thanea Wächter

I learned to become as invisible as the creatures were for all the others. I didn't tell anyone anything about the beings anymore. Until I met you.

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 25

Species: Human (??)

Occupation: Librarian at a university

Thanea learned early on that she seems to be the only human who can see behind the veil that hides the supernatural. Neither her parents nor her brother do. In school she got bullied a lot and sent to therapy by her parents for seeing/imagining things.

At some point she stopped wondering why she had this connection with magical creatures and just accepted it, trying to live in line with both worlds. She became very reserved and wary of humans, tries to not let them too close in fear that at some point the instances where she can't hide her ability will drive them away again - or worse.

But she's also naturally curious so when Nevras shows up with the possibility to find out more about herself she can't say no.

☆ Aeternum tag list (lmk if you wanna be added/removed!): @deadlycupid @starlitcrossroads ☆

Aeternum WIP intro

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¿Lapsus Divino ad aeternum?

Templo Kandariya Mahadeva, Khajuraho (Madhya Pradesh, India)

[papesatan]

Verrà la luce - un omaggio a Walter Benjamin

Non posso far a meno di sventrarmi l’animo leggendo l’atroce storia di Walter Benjamin, spirito perdente perseguitato dalla sfiga in aeternum, roso da quel folletto dispettoso che pur ammattiva il Tasso. Re del fallimento quale sono, sento mie le sue acri sconfitte e prego per un finale migliore. Puntualmente respinto da Accademia e accademici, Benjamin aveva il dono funesto di viver sempre al momento sbagliato. Quando finalmente un pio editore gli proponeva un progetto o una rivista, ecco che questi dichiarava bancarotta prima d’avergli pagato il primo numero. Ma più tentava la vita, più il malefico coboldo s’accaniva sulle sue fragili spalle, ridendo dei suoi atroci scherni. Un giorno Benjamin trovò il coraggio di metter fine alle ipocrisie del suo matrimonio, lasciando la moglie Dora per darsi anima e sangue alla sua amante, la regista Asja Lacis, ma questa per tutta risposta lo liquidò malamente il giorno dopo (lui totalmente me). Come se non bastasse, fuggito a Parigi dalla Germania nazista, prese a pubblicare per l’Institute for Social Research di Adorno, ma questi infastidito da Benjamin, troppo indipendente, gli voltò le spalle, negandogli così ogni sostegno economico. Fuggito a Marsiglia, in attesa d'un visto d’emergenza per l’America, scoprì che la sua biblioteca parigina, i suoi amati preziosissimi libri, faticosamente collezionati nel corso degli anni, erano stati requisiti dalla Gestapo e probabilmente bruciati, pisciati, calpestati senza ritegno. Ottenuto il visto per l’America e il permesso d’espatrio per salpare da Lisbona, Benjamin s’incamminò allora verso il confine spagnolo, stringendo a sé una borsa nera con dentro il suo mondo, manoscritti e pensieri incompiuti. Tuttavia, giunti a Portbou, sui Pirenei, lo gnomo venefico decise di tendergli un ultimo diabolico agguato: il permesso delle autorità francesi era stato revocato, sicché i profughi sarebbero stati ricacciati indietro a rischiar la vita nella Francia nazista. Sentendosi ormai disperato e sconfitto, Benjamin s’ammazzò allora di veleno, svanendo da tutto e tutti in pochi istanti. Per tragica ironia, il permesso francese arrivò il giorno dopo, sicché i suoi compagni poterono proseguire il viaggio. Come scrisse Hannah Arendt, sua cara amica: “un giorno prima Benjamin sarebbe passato senza difficoltà, un giorno dopo a Marsiglia si sarebbe saputo che in quel momento non si poteva passare per la Spagna. Solo quel giorno era possibile la catastrofe”. Arrivata negli Stati Uniti sotto l’ala protettiva di Adorno, Hannah Arendt pensava che i manoscritti di Benjamin, stretti in viaggio con sé, sarebbero stati accolti degnamente da Adorno, ma questi invece ne trascurò la pubblicazione con pigra indifferenza. Alcuni amici di Benjamin pagarono l’affitto di un loculo a Portbou per cinque anni. Dopodiché la salma fu gettata in una fossa comune ad eterno oblio. La borsa nera in cui Benjamin custodiva carte e manoscritti venne ritrovata soli molti anni dopo, ma ormai al suo interno non c’era più nulla, tranne polvere e cieco silenzio. Spero d’esser riuscito a rendere col mio post un flebile omaggio alla sua vita, ma voi che vivete come me di penosi inciampi e travagliose frane, ricordatevi di non cedere mai alla paranoia, non lasciatevi abbattere dai tragici dispetti del vostro demonico folletto, c’è una luce più avanti dove non si vede, il cammino è lungo, arduo assai e costa sangue e patimento, ma voi non fermatevi, credete, verrà la luce.

[elcitigre2021]

ESTAMOS TODOS EMARANHADOS…💞

"Todo ser é um CAMPO ELECTROMAGNÉTICO. Emana e atrai. É uma coisa simples de entender e difícil de aceitar. E essa dificuldade é a fonte de todos os problemas e sofrimentos.

O tempo todo isso acontece e não há como evitar isso. ESTAMOS IMERSOS num gigantesco campo ELETROMAGNÉTICO. Tudo que foi emanado mais cedo ou mais tarde voltará multiplicado.

Isso também pode ser explicado como: semeou colheu, causa e efeito, ação e reação etc.

Quando uma pessoa entende isso a solução dos seus problemas está a caminho. No devido tempo tudo será solucionado. Para esse campo não existe tempo nem espaço. É aí que entra a ETERNIDADE. Tudo é energia e tudo tem um campo eletromagnético. Todos somos feitos de átomos. ENERGIA nunca desaparece. Só se transforma. Portanto, um campo energético é ETERNO. Isso significa que biologicamente podemos trocar de forma N vezes, que continuaremos existindo na nossa energia inicial. Essa energia inicial contém toda a INFORMAÇÃO desde sempre. Tudo no universo é energia e informação. Essa energia emana informação e atrai informação. Da mesma forma que atrai mais energia. Na mesma FREQUÊNCIA que emanou. Toda energia vibra numa determinada frequência.

Posto isto é fácil aceitar a REENCARNAÇÃO. O corpo morre, mas a informação e energia PERMANECEM. Portanto, tudo que foi emanado permanece e continua atraindo. Pode-se ter outro corpo ou não, a emanação e atração continuam. Ad aeternum.

Desde a primeira vez que o ser EMANOU uma determinada frequência e teve as consequências disto o problema precisa ser resolvido. Isto é, aquela energia e informação continuam atuando na vida do ser. Seja que formato ele tiver. Ou estágio estiver. Se isso não é polarizado de forma positiva a negatividade continua atraindo situações iguais. Mesmo depois de 10 mil anos ou 500 mil anos isso continua acontecendo. Ou milhões de anos. Em última instância o TEMPO não existe. Existe o ETERNO AGORA. O tempo é uma criação mental do ser. Ele elabora isso considerando o que já passou, o que está passando e o que passará. Para isso ele dá o nome de passado, presente e futuro. Quando na verdade tudo isso está acontecendo ao MESMO TEMPO. Se você está num avião a três mil metros de altitude e olhar para uma estrada com carros em movimento entenderá o conceito.

Considere uma estrada de 100 quilômetros de comprimento. Se focar num carro que está no quilometro 50, o motorista deste carro acha que o tempo presente é o que ele está vivendo. Se focar no quilometro 80 é o futuro daquele carro e se forcar no quilometro 20 é o passado. Essa é a visão de mundo do motorista. Você que está no alto vê tudo ao mesmo tempo. Para você não existe passado, presente e futuro naquela estrada. Tudo está acontecendo ao mesmo tempo. Depende do REFERENCIAL de cada um. Agora, imagine uma nave espacial e o astronauta olhando o planeta Terra ao longe. Ele tem a mesma visão de mundo em relação a você. E outro astronauta fora do sistema solar tem a mesma reação. E outro fora da galáxia a mesma coisa. E um que abarcasse o universo inteiro veria da mesma forma. Tudo acontecendo ao mesmo tempo.

As transmissões de rádio da Segunda Guerra Mundial ainda não saíram o Sistema Solar. Para nós é passado, para um planeta que está exatamente onde a ONDA está chegando é o PRESENTE e para um planeta distante é o FUTURO. Quando a onda de rádio chegar lá eles vivenciarão o presente e o futuro dependendo da referência espaço/temporal deles.

Com o emaranhamento quântico tudo está ACONTECENDO ao mesmo tempo e tudo se COMUNICA ao mesmo tempo."

HÉLIO COUTO

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YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO your fantasy scifi thing looks sick af! please do tell more if you wanna share!! :D

Glad you want to hear about it!

To keep it brief (because the lore has been in the making for almost a decade) but basically It is the year is 2632 AD United under a single government, called the Sol Aeternum, mankind ventured out towards the stars, made friends or enemies with new alien life forms and eventually helped form what is now known as the Milky Way Alliance (gonna call it MWA from now on), a massive union of planetary governments and militant megacorporations, which now dictate the lives of every soul within the Milky way,

and beyond.

200 years ago, the first ships of the MWA traveled through a wormhole and reached a new galaxy, much larger than ours, which was named Hecatonchira. There, humans met even more aliens, one of which were the Acier - 7 feet tall humanoids (those seen on the drawing) whose warlike civilization used to rule the entire Hecatonchira galaxy but is now in decline due to a massive civil war which brought them to the brink of extinction some 3000 years ago

Feeling threatened by the arrival of people from the Milky way, the True Throne, a meritocratic Acier faction which survived that big war, attacked the MWA settlers, starting the brief Human-Acier voidspace war, which ended in 2547 with the signing of the first peace treaty between the Acier and the united beings of the Milky way, allowing the latter to establish colonies on suitable worlds of the Hecatonchira galaxy

Now, less than a century later, the peace between the MWA and the True Throne is on thin ice because some influential Acier wish to rebuild their ancient empire, which cant be done as long as there are alien corporate colonies all over their galaxy

Also gotta mention that the Hecatonchira galaxy used to be pretty barren, but it was populated by this super powerful civilization some 50 thousand years ago. Known only as the "Star smiths", as humans call them, these aliens created and uplifted all humanoid species in their galaxy (which includes the Acier), before accidentally removing themselves from the equation when they created a biological weapon which broke containment (oops). With their makers gone, the creations were left to fend for themselves and by chance or power of their collective wills, the Acier came out on top

I made one of those compass thingies a while back, mostly as a meme, but it remains the fastest way of presenting the current state of the Hecatonchira galaxy and the factions involved in it

Basically not as grimdark as Warhammer but it still has its grimdark moments, plus the focus is on the aliens