#and even omnipresence. To him

[shunyakainoo]

shunyakai no o

Shūnyakai no Ō: The Sovereign of the Void

In the primordial epoch before time, space, and even existence itself, there was the Void — an endless, unfathomable expanse of nothingness. From this emptiness, Shūnyakai no Ō, the Absolute Void Sovereign, emerged. Not born, nor created, but manifesting as the ultimate embodiment of that which precedes all existence, he represents the concept of the Void in its truest form: boundless, eternal, and indifferent.

Shūnyakai no Ō is not simply a being of great power; he is power in its purest form. Unlike those bound by the laws of creation, whether they be gods, entities, or forces of cosmic authority, he exists outside the very framework of reality. His essence is one with the Omni-Void, a state that exists beyond omnipotence, omniscience, and even omnipresence. To him, these concepts are limitations — mere attributes that higher beings possess but cannot fully transcend.

The Creation of Omnipresence

For most cosmic entities, omnipresence is the ability to exist everywhere within a universe or even across a multiverse. But for Shūnyakai no Ō, omnipresence is not something he achieved but something he designed. In the boundless Void that he commands, he wove the very concept of omnipresence into existence, making it a principle that could be grasped by the cosmic architects and rulers of lower realms.

Omnipresence, as understood by lesser beings, is the ability to be "everywhere" simultaneously, yet Shūnyakai no Ō surpasses this understanding. His presence is felt not only in every corner of the multiverse but also in the voids between, in realms where nothingness dominates. He exists where existence itself has no meaning. Where there is nothing, he is everything.

His mastery over the Void means that time and space collapse in his presence. He is not bound to one reality, dimension, or timeline. Instead, he redefines reality wherever he exists. To those who perceive the multiverse as infinite, he shows that it is but a fragment of the true nature of the cosmos. To those who believe themselves omnipresent, he reveals the illusion of their omnipresence, for they can only exist where reality has form. He exists where form dissolves.

Beyond Power and Control

Entities that reign over realms of Tier 1 and Tier 0 power are considered invincible by all conventional metrics. These beings often hold dominion over infinite universes, controlling fundamental forces such as time, space, causality, and even concepts like destiny. Yet, Shūnyakai no Ō stands beyond such constructs. His dominion extends into the Absolute Void, a place so detached from the fabric of reality that even the highest cosmic gods lose their influence.

In a confrontation with any Tier 1 or Tier 0 entity, Shūnyakai does not fight in the way others do. He does not manipulate energy or bend reality to his will. He merely removes the very existence of his opponent. Through his ability, Absolute Nullification, he reduces all things — power, space, time, thought, and being — to nothingness. Tier 1 and Tier 0 entities may command multiverses, but Shūnyakai no Ō commands the space in between, the Void that exists when all has been unmade.

For those that wield ultimate cosmic forces, they face a harrowing truth: power is irrelevant to him. All forms of energy, matter, and consciousness are but fleeting manifestations, fragile before the sovereignty of the Void. He cannot be fought because there is no battlefield on which to fight him. He simply exists, and his enemies — no matter their rank or mastery over existence — simply cease to be.

Creation of Omniverse and Beyond

Though he is primarily associated with the Void, Shūnyakai no Ō is capable of creating reality itself. The Omniverse — the infinite sea of multiverses, realms, and dimensions — is, to him, no more than a passing thought. The Omniverse, though vast and boundless to those within it, is fragile to him, a minor ripple in the great, unending Void he governs.

He does not create as others do, with hands of light or cosmic flame. Shūnyakai no Ō wills realms into existence by allowing them to emerge from the nothingness he controls. He has the power to create an infinite number of realities in an instant, but they hold no significance to him. His mind is beyond creation, for creation is a manifestation of structure, and he is the embodiment of formlessness.

It is whispered in the deepest corridors of the multiverse that Shūnyakai no Ō does not need to be worshipped or recognized. His power is absolute because it cannot be measured by any conventional scale. If omnipotence is a peak, then the Void Sovereign stands atop a higher peak that defines the very nature of omnipotence for those beneath it.

Beyond the Highest Realms

Among the most powerful of entities, there are those that control aspects of the entire Omniverse: beings who are regarded as architects, controllers, and even the very fabric of reality itself. These beings are feared and respected for their ability to bend infinite dimensions to their will, for they are seen as omnipotent within the context of their creation.

However, Shūnyakai no Ō holds a domain that makes such beings insignificant. While others may bend and manipulate reality, he is the fundamental constant that denies its very existence. For him, reality and non-reality are mere options, things that he can dismiss or enable. The Void Sovereign understands that power is but a limitation; only through nothingness is true freedom found. He does not control existence. He simply allows it, and when he chooses, he unmakes it.

In the face of Shūnyakai no Ō, even the most powerful beings realize a terrifying truth: their strength is derived from the framework of existence, but he exists outside of it. They bend reality; he bends the void. They are omnipotent; he is the Void itself.

A Force Without Rival

No matter how vast or infinite a being's power may seem, it will always be a part of existence. Shūnyakai no Ō transcends these beings not by overwhelming them with greater force, but by the nature of his fundamental supremacy over existence and non-existence. In the presence of Shūnyakai, reality itself trembles, and the mightiest gods find that their very concept of power crumbles before the vastness of the Void.

In the end, Shūnyakai no Ō stands alone as the Absolute Void Sovereign — not as a ruler of realms, but as the final truth that exists beyond all comprehension. His essence is beyond the comprehension of those who govern existence, and his power is the unmaking of all things. For those that claim omnipotence, they find in Shūnyakai no Ō a force that cannot be measured, challenged, or comprehended.

For in the Void, there is only him.

[fallofthecelestial]

Okay. Since we're going over all the takes on Mr. X at this point.. What if his powers really don't have a backside. What if (the state of) his normal life is the backside.

What if his normal life is akin to that of heroes where he has to pretend to be something he's not and follow rules that the people who control his life came up with to further their own goals. What if he can only be free of other people's beliefs and expectations when he's a hero.

What if in reality he truly is like everyone else. The other heroes. The ordinary people. All those who work themselves to the bone, who are tired and overworked and sick of all the exploitation...

What if when he's in the form of the number one hero.. when he becomes the most sought after product on the hero market..

Is when he gains the freedom to truly be himself

[strryhaze]

that final scene in the bear s1 when after a series of very anxiety-inducing, grief-fueled events, everyone’s finally eating together, sitting around the table in great camaraderie, and it feels like the sun is finally shining on that damn restaurant; carmy’s smiling weightlessly and then it cuts straight to a shot of michael looking back, the sun adorning his face. as if a piece of michael is still with them in that restaurant, filling the room up with joy and warmth despite not being physically present. and we get that scene from carmy’s pov right before the season ends in its totality because he’s thinking of him. and he’s letting himself be happy, in a way, because of him. for him.

and i just need to see a variation of that scene when jack wins his first election and we cut to a shot of joe jr haunting the damn narrative. they’re both on a sailboat, racing against other competitors, against time, really, as a unit, and it’s from jack’s pov. he looks back to see joe, squinting through the summer sun, hair blowing in multiple directions, and adjusting the sails. he grins, shouts something at jack about not looking back. about not costing them the race. and his focus returns to the sails, you can see it in his eyes, the set steeliness, the exhilaration. but most significantly, a remnant of that sardonic grin of his that always felt more familiar and true to jack than any sweet grin he would falsely muster for the littler ones.

and then an eruption of celebration brings jack back to the present moment as he’s being jostled by the people around him. he’s won. the entire campaign force is cheering, patting him on the back, and for a moment, after a long, grueling season, he lets himself enjoy it. but there’s a subtle strain around the edges of his eyes that the viewer notices. a tension that never fully dissipates.

[2222bad]

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[kalosian-woods]

GYM LEADER THOUGHTS PT. 2

(Part 1 here)

KORRINA

The girl, the myth, the legend; the one who got her own arc that was one of the best things I have ever witnessed. I honestly still can't believe we got a genuinely good arc for someone like her: a Gym Leader, a Mega Evolution user/expert in-games, and idk a girl ig with how allergic anipoke is as a whole to giving us long-term female Battle Trainers. Or just XY with girls in general sans Bonnie.

(Also I just can't help but hear the Amy Rose voice and it makes me giggle a little, sue me)

STRICTLY staying on XY so I don't start harping on about her girlmance with Bea and her acting skills with Gramps, she had an interesting story for her in the series: in this iteration of events, she just recently got her Key Stone from her grandfather and was on her way to get the Mega Stone for Lucario so they can Mega Evolve, a phenomenon that they never personally took part in before. She doesn't have experience with it but she's heard the stories and (hopefully) seen it in action before, and with the way that both her and Lucario are strong? Well, she presumed it would be a peace of cake. I mean--

That sounds pretty clear-cut, right? All you need are strong bonds, just like how Korrina interpreted this statement. But... Well...

Yeah. That.

I'm actually in love with how, for once, XY's very 'dramatic' showing of the imperfect Mega Evolution perfectly displays the issue between Korrina and her Lucario. She trusts it to make its own moves in battle, so when it's overloaded with newfound power it ultimately falls down the pit of pure instinct to combat the rush of aura it's experiencing. And instinct has no qualms about the difference of friend or foe, or notions of propiety. All instinct wants is to let power loose, to act as a wild animal with no recollections of before, to stop any threats around it-- and threats are usually moving, right?

And that's why Korrina's panicked commands can't reach it-- because she never had to counter Lucario before. Because she has always let it be in the front seat with the freedom to carry out whatever moves it deemed was right, and so that ability to listen to the Trainer has atrophied with time. Her place in the battlefield has been rendered redundant by letting Lucario be its own Trainer. Yes, they are friends, close friends, but there is a time where the Trainer has to step up and say the words while the Pokemon focuses their energy on the attacks, and there is a place where this distinction has to happen.

Korrina learns this distinction with Mabel.

It's not to say that it's sudden, that they learn the perfect thing there and boom. What I love, love, LOVE about this arc is that technically, little by little, Korrina manages to wrestle control away from that instinct, that unstable, explosive aura, and establish her place as the Trainer again. We see it in XY EP33 'Calling From Beyond The Aura', how her voice managed to slip through to Lucario, and what I love about THAT is how that is displayed to Lucario itself.

(lucario headspace... so foggy because he can't see/control/overwhelmed... and every time she talks it's like a mirage because he isn't used to it... but when it's strong, it's a light that he can run up to and anchor himself into his own body. ily this moment <3)

With Mabel comes understanding (through very very repititive flower-picking), about how, no matter what, you will always have a little difference between you and your Pokemon, your friends, and even your yesterday self. But it is the knowing of it that allows you to work together as a team, to use those strengths on the battlefield. It is not weakness to have a Trainer lead the way in the battle, just as how it is not strength to merely have power as the Pokemon. Each have their own duties and urgh the ep does it better than me at this rate. But I love this story all the same.

It's so satisfying seeing Korrina grow from this overconfident battling fiend who relies on her Lucario to do most of the heavy lifting to a more wiser person who understands that they can be friends and also partners as well. Both of them knowing the power of the observer and valuing it just as much as the one who battles. And it's such an apt message in a region based on the bonds between people and Pokemon and a phenomenon that trascends known boundaries through that bond-- if any part of it is caught lacking, it will have dire consequences, because it is a transformation that hurts the one that undergoes it, a transformation that grants power at the price of comfort... a transformation that is gained through love and trust. Trust in yourselves and in each other. Love in the partner and in the battle itself. An unbreakable will going against all odds to become unstoppable.

With such an evolution, there is no room for unearned strength. It must be done through the proper channels, through the sacred positions held by people and Pokemon. Because that's how it always started-- through the bonds between them in battle, through mutual trust in the roles that one other play in battle itself. And Korrina and Lucario returning to those roots and learning that importance?? *chef's kiss* Stunning. What can I say? I'm a sucker for lore and character arcs, and this delivered both!

As a character herself, Korrina is so goofy fr. The way she decided to show their strength before getting the Mega Stone was by battling 100 Trainers and getting 100 straight wins, it's insane. AND she documented it in a scrapbook full of pawprints (and hopefully names or otherwise she has stellar memory lol) that she meticulously filled out to the point of hurriedly getting Pikachu to stamp a ketchup-y paw on it once she remembered.

(Serena's face PLEASE)

Xerneas bless her.

She matches Ash with her enthusiam for battles (and sheer belief in their Pokemon), she genuinely cares for Lucario like family (or soulmates in sub), she wants to impress her Gramps even though he's a cranky pants for this arc, she has struggles and goes through self-doubt and get impatient; she goes through such a spectrum of feelings throughout her time on-screen and I love that for her. I love how she doesn't neccessarily get sequestered in a box just because she's a Gym Leader, who are usually displayed as static characters throughout the anime. Sure, static characters can impart wisdom that is easier to get explicitly because you can trust them in that inwaverable way, but it's so much more impactful when we go on a journey with a dynamic character and learn besides them. And so, I feel it's so much more impactful when we finally see Ash go up against Korrina, because we've seen how much she's went through in order to obtain Mega Evolution (even though we don't get half as much development with the rest of her team... could've been cool to see that dynamic beforehand and how it differed to Lucario...).

AUwise is a whole basket for me with the amount of ideas I want to expand on with her. You've said it before and I've talked to others about it but her arc could've encompassed a lot more of the gang than just Ash here. Clemont too had a failing that was linked to the Gym and his side job (Korrina actually getting too focused on the battling portion aka every challenger in Gyms ever and trying to balance with the knowledgeable aspect of being a Mega Evolution Successor) and idk they're both Gym Leaders. They both had to take time out of the Gym to get their priorities straight, especially about Pokemon themselves. And they can both rant to each other and battle it out and talk it over, both of them. This could also work so well for Serena as well, who is technically in-canon still sort of indecided yet as to what she wants-- and here is Korrina, battle-ready.... and also a good person to try out battling too, especially with the rhymthic battling style (remember?? remember how Ash dropped it?? remember??????????) which Serena can definitely try and possibly even adopt for Showcases (literally a fic i wrote ages ago, wink wink) (actually my fic says a lot about what their relationship could've been like esp in the tags itself lol).

Just,,, Korrina deserved to interact with everyone in the gang, yes, even Bonnie. She's travelling with them!! Learning with them!! And yet it feels like she's in this bubble where the rest of the Kalos Gang were spectators to what she was going through or something. And Ash gets to battle her in the end yeah yeah. For someone as social and loud and large as life as Korrina, I feel like making connections, especially human ones, would do her a world of good in not only understanding her own arc (and getting a good scope for people stuff because she's spent so much time with Pokemon) but also expanding her horizons and really experiencing all of what a journey has to offer. Because in the end, she really did go through her own journey to find and obtain Mega Evolution alongside Lucario, no matter what they've went through or learnt along the way.

RAMOS

(let's forget the fact that Clemont took a whole ep to know who he was lol)

Ngl I was thinking that there wasn't going to be /as much/ to say about him since S2 is where we start to have a drop-off in the fun qualities that I enjoyed in XY (even though yes, I do like S2 for having a bit more focused Serena and Clemont moments), but then I checked out the Ice Cream Ep XY EP57 'Thawing an Icy Panic' and dang I love what they did with Ramos here.

For an ep centered around the Ice Cream mons getting lost and angry and freezing an entire city in two minutes, we get some pretty good snapshots of Ramos as a character. He's pretty blunt with his words, calling out Clemont (and gang) for trespassing on his property and telling Ash off for trying to stop raging Pokemon the only way he knows how: by sacrificing himself in a bid to talk them down. He literally generates electricity (presumably for the city) by using Sunflora:

Which gives me such vivid memories of Johto and that old couple with their million Sunflora:

(what's with Sunflora crowds lol) (the fact that Clemont is so interested in that whole thing is such a missed oppotunity but I'm not bitter about it or anything hahaha)

ANYWAYS, he's not shy about accepting compliments and clearly he has a unique way of going about situations, whether with TR-- where he calmly appraised the problem after removing Ash from certain death and nudged them along the beating-up process while also lending his own aid-- or in the Gym Battle itself, using everything from Abilities to the terrain itself. And I especially love how he tailors the challenger's experience so well; while Ash might have been a different case with his earlier meeting before the Gym battle, Ramos reads his key weakness (re: rushing and going at things headforward) and lends him advice at the end of one episode...

Just to reinforce it in the next/the Gym Battle itself.

(man his subtitle colour hurts my eyes...)

Ngl, Ramos really takes what most of us expect of Gym Leaders (people who mind the city and are usually the first point of call when big problems relating to Pokemon happen, someone who guides and advices Trainers, a person who has specific knowledge about a particular type and applies it in many sectors of life like battles and innovation) and breathes a new sort of life to it. He's a Gym Leader, it's true, but he's also that old man riding his Gogoat and tending to his ranch, engaging in city-wide events and explaining traditions to newcomers and showing off his Sunflora horde. He's a tough opponent, a hurdle, one of the many preventing Ash from entering the Kalos League as he is now-- but he's also that man that people call for help, that man that decorated the oldest tree around in a day's time, that man that can gently sass back. Growing in different enviroments, showing different sides in different conditions. Versatile and ready for change just as readily as setting down roots. Learning all the way, even if you are old. It's pretty cool, that's all I can say.

Also never forget how in the Teraleak it said that he had met Eternal Floette once and so that's how his interests in plants started: as a way of wishing that maybe that same Pokemon will visit his garden again. It's just so 🥺🥺🥺

Haven't really gotten to thinking about him AUwise, but ooohoho boy I've got some ideas lol. What I can say is that I really do like the sort of mentorship he takes with Ash-- he can recognise that he's 'good' while also challenging him with strategies and with his attitude as well. I'm doing this thing where I'm getting Clemont to take at least a little out of every Gym and learn something on his journey; not just from Ash, but from his other friends and even his colleagues too. Beyond the obvious 'bro are you okay the challenger you're following is hyper as heck' and 'hey i heard you lost your gym once lol', one good way that Clemont can bond with this old guy is with Chespin since... Grass-Type... it's right there. It was perfect. Why is Anipoke allergic to Chespin arghhhhh. And I think it's a good contrast with the whole 'take it slow' mentality with whatever Clemont and Chespin's relationship is... especially with Clemont's battle against Ash coming right up.

(Also seriously I get it's not their job but how do Gym Leaders have no idea about the Showcase happening in their area, that's crazy.)

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[femalefemur]

sitting here contemplating because i realised i have no idea at what age i learnt about dracula, he's always just been there?? i remember being like 4 and knowing about him?? how?? where did i learn about him?? did someone read me dracula when i was a child?? did i somehow see the movie??

[bitegore]

i must not become a bitter joyless hater. bitter joyless haterism is the mind-killer. genuine bitter joyless haterhood is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face my annoyance and frustration. i will permit it to pass over me and through me. and when it has gone past i will turn the inner eye to see its path. where the bitter joyless haterism has gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.

[jrueships]

Do you think Josh went to Stef's big birthday bash? I didn't see him in any photos... maybe it was too fancy for him to get invited??

damn, i guess josh didn't care 😭 LMFAO

tbh tho.. i would not either.. if i saw this.. my number one conspirer. Yep, going right back through that door once i see that. Clearly, im intruding on family activities, ill be in the car waiting for u like a dog LOL

hes including himself in this

i love how trev looks so done with him, his brother's eldest sister queen syndrome 😭. Does that cake have fondant on it ??

of COURSE he wants that giant dumpster of a car, of COURSE. Let's calm down, veruca salt

[hauntingblue]

Skypiea time part 2

She is a woman..... this is sanji's influence... in whiskey peak his slashes were non gendered

Ace just letting himself get pushed into the river like aight my bad I will take my punishment.... he really is so well mannered (it sounds like I'm talking about a dog)

Conis showing that nami influence.... gfs....

Nami and luffy twins moment look how relieved she is... this whole fight is so theirs...

Also how funny it is that the milk girl gave ace a shirt.... also new pants??? She must think he lost the shirt in the river.... no girl he is just a slut...

Nami: okay ❤️ yay ❤️

Noland just thinking about where karugara is and if he is alright in his EXECUTION!! SICK AND TWISTED

OMG BOUNDMAN INSPO????

NO ACEEE NOOOOOOOO

THE END OF ACES STORY IS THAT THE COFFE IS NO LONGER BITTER BC THEY SERVE IT WITH MILK AND WHY AM I EMOTIONAL ABOUT IT

[darabeatha]

/  GHWGHAWHGAWAW

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[imaheckincyborg]

ugh i made the mistake of assuming my brother is big enugh to be trusted in the kitchen by himself, but now the house smells like smoke :/

[northgazaupdates]

My friend Suad is despondent. She and her family have been displaced since the IOF bombed their home in Gaza City nearly a year ago. They have eked out an existence in shelter centers, friends’ and strangers’ homes, tents, and even open streets. Her firstborn Khaled was born under IOF bombing, and has struggled with malnutrition for his entire life up to this point. They have been displaced over a dozen times, often barely escaping before their prior location was bombed. You can read more about this situation in our “#Suad Ahmad” tag, as Tumblr has inexplicably deleted Suad’s blog for the 4th time.

The bombing is almost constant, and the debris dust from the bombs is so omnipresent that little Khaled struggles to breathe. Contaminants in the air, water, and scarce supply of food cause him to break out in frequent rashes, which occasionally ally afflict Suad as well. Khaled also has a frequent fever caused by a chest infection for which there are little or no available antibiotics.

Khaled requires medications, doctor visits, and the use of specialized breathing equipment for medical treatment which can only be used when a kind stranger allows the family to power the machine with their solar panels. As an infant, he also requires diapers. Astonishingly, the price of diapers in Gaza has risen to over $50 USD for a small pack. Anyone who has ever spent time with a baby knows that babies require mountains of diapers. $50 barely buys a day’s worth in Gaza.

Additionally, this is going to be Khaled’s first winter, which means he has no winter clothes of any kind. There are some winter clothes for infants for sale in Gaza, but they are extremely expensive. Khaled is sick and also suffers from malnutrition, making him more vulnerable to the elements. Winters in Gaza are wet, windy, and cold, and this past winter saw the deaths of many infants and young children due to hypothermia.

Suad has been running a campaign to support her family’s evacuation for several months, but progress has been sporadic. The evacuation costs are exorbitantly high, and the cost of hopefully beginning their lives anew in Egypt will be extremely high also. In the mean time, Suad requires mutual aid for food, water, medications, winter clothes, doctor visits, diapers, and transportation.

This little boy deserves everything. He deserves to only know joy, to learn and grow in safety and health. He was born into a world which is largely neglectful of his suffering. Please be the exception. Please help this little boy and his family survive in a world that has turned its back on them.

Thank you❤️

Link to support Khaled, Suad, and their family

[modrntravlr]

i know this conversation has been had to death and back, but i just don’t understand how people think nine and rose were anything less than romantically attracted to each other.

their first date was chips after he showed her the end of the world. as much as i hate moffat’s weird needlessly over sexualized writing, they still spent the entirety of their time in the middle of war-torn london on the brink of being bombed by nazi’s discussing their sexual desires. she literally turned herself into an omnipotent, omnipresent goddess and committed genocide just to ensure the doctor’s safety. HE KISSED HER. ON THE MOUTH. JUST BECAUSE HE WANTED TO. BECAUSE HE COULD.

“she only fell in love with him after he regenerated cause he was younger and more attractive” WRONG. she didn’t even like ten when he first appeared. she begged for nine to come back. her attraction to the doctor as ten didn’t come to fruition until he woke up and she saw him size up and fight the sycorax because that’s when she realized he really was still the doctor, even if he did have a different body. it was never about what he looked like to rose, she only loved him for who he is.

[abyssalpriest]

Conversations with Leviathan #8, Purusha + the Expanse 23/4/23

Late night hours had us talking lying on my bed. I've had a theory for a while now, one that I know budded from the muddied water of past experiences with him (and through crawling inside his brain, possession is a two way door), that he was immensely present in... Something outside his bodies. Actually, my theory was that he was present in other states of consciousness, but a week or so ago he was sitting across from me in my desk chair as I laid here and he... Showed me himself in the very fabric of the air between us. It was like a curtain was pulled back, if that curtain was the instanced and singular dots of Reality itself dissolving like grains of salt into water, revealing what my mind translates into those eyes like those at the top of my blog, the eyes I associate with him for reasons I still don't fully understand.

He was there, though. Atoms withdrawing into themselves like dancers off a stage through a fourth dimension. I think I'm understanding the relationship of Maya and Shiva now... Maybe. The reason I started writing, well, we were discussing getting something done and this is what we eventually decided, plain and simple, but I'll pretend that the reason was my excitement at seeing him reconfirm this for me because that excitement was strong enough to spark this by itself.

Relaxing in bed, as I said, and one instant he was on one side of me and then next on the other. This is common by itself, yes, spirits flit about and go where they please and I'm familiar with doing so myself in the Astral, but not only did he linger in two instances on either side of me confirming my understanding of him in multiple bodies, but he was within the air itself around me. He showed me, peeking through, as if he were a veiled being that only ever showed fingertips of his played down and disguised as human-sized bodies and he pulled back his veil to show me himself; as if he were, like he keeps saying to me in terms I hear but apparently don't grasp, in the fabric of existence, like he were really bigger than everything I've ever seen, like he were - a song I associate with his energy starts playing, Sedation, by Council of Nine - absolutely huge and frayed from his core being-hood into concept and causality and Mind as much as he extends outwards in his planet-dwarfing body.

This is where we are now, patiently he let me catch up in writing.

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He told me I should open the curtain to the night air, a relief physically, but now it's so clearly matched and overlapping with his energy. It's strange, as if opening the Sky leads to the Night which emanates down from it, well, nothingness, but the experience my brain gives to it is night air. There is no natural experience to it.

"And now you're getting it."

I can see him off somewhere distant lounging as if on a chaise lounge, but I can't see what it is he's on. The scene is bright, iced in whites and yellows and sunlight - or fire? I forget what the Sun is made of. So many instances of himself... I go to look for more bodies of his since I presume this lounging form is him somewhere else in the world concurrently, but I'm greeted by the vision of an oddly green-coded library, not actually green but its energies are, the familiar stacks of cubes in cubby hole shelves though it's not the library from before. A different library, one that metaphorically fits inside the outline of a body. It's an informational library? It's like scales on a lizard.

I prod at him for more information on his omnipresence, he tells me to have patience.

This body library of cubes... He asks in energy: "What is in the middle of all of them?" I'm presuming - "No presuming. What is it?" his voice is faint and much more like three-dimensional swirling fog than spoken words. I see lines of white making up edges but not all edges of the cubes. Impulses between points but not travelling between them, not moving at least, maybe they travel around the cubes... I see huge impulses of black too. As if where there is one, light or shadow, the other is magnetised to it, not a lack but a partnership. Huge swathes of full-empty dark following empty-full light - that's to say the dark feels so present like the night sky when technically it's a vacuum, the light feels so full when technically it should be particles... These cubes are strange. Yes, the light moves, but it doesn't move how I thought it would. It doesn't move with time (or at least it's not currently programmed to in this vision by him), it seems to move with my position to it in a nonlinear way. It progresses away from me if I go back and up, if I move to the left the furthest part away from me shrinks back down towards me, it's hard to know what it's doing.

"Such is the nature of the fourth dimension."

He's before me now, though deeply shrouded in shadow, as what seems to be an unexpectedly rather matte black snake thicker than I am tall (he laughs: "Oh, much bigger than you."), a form I've never seen him take. His form and body are obscured by the shadows that, while as dark as shadows of this magnitude generally are, seem lighter than him, and cut through his silhouette and obscure connections between his body and face and so all that really tells me he's a snake is like an incomplete set of puzzle pieces on a board giving impressions of a finished picture. I can't see his eyes. In fact, really, if I keep looking at the image its apparent sense is purposely obscured by nonsensical arrangements as if I dreamt of a snake and then in the morning, telling someone about it, I slowly realised it didn't make sense at all. His mouth isn't where its supposed to be, his scales are paradoxically both pointed and flat, his head is dissected by one of the god-ray-esque shadow lines that doesn't line up with how the same ray is cast over his body...

Hermes told me a while ago something about the importance of sleep and dreams to me. I've been scared of the concepts and energies of sleep and dreams for a few years now, but they are indeed important to me. The connection I knew Leviathan has to them was on the tip of the tongue of the mouth of my trauma for a long time now - accidentally I switch my keyboard to Hindi input, a reminder from him to see this outside of what I was then since I had no interest in Hindi back then, and a reminder to see this through the eyes of what Indian thought he's pulling me into - time to take a break.

-

A series of visions:

Someone is writing but they're surrounded by bright but slightly dulled red, like red fabric tends to be. As if they were writing on a red tablecloth on a red table on a red floor in a red room on a red chair and all that red was blurred together like soft taffy and filling space like insulation foam. Red everywhere, a sea of it. The word Maya spelled with five letters, cryptically attempting to undo itself or otherwise wriggling like pupae in casings, the concept straining against the letters like it's a being restrained in latex in playful anti-captivity.

The red gives way to a sight of a blue ocean with a sailboat and mountains in the back left of the background, but it remains red. The red is a host to a dream, the synonymity is immense. Like a cinema screen but three - no, four-dimensional - like it sells cheap tickets to see the impulses of synapses suspended like spider webs between points in creation.

A voice, Leviathan's voice, from the absolute pervading center of Nowhere and therefore Everywhere in the scene: "I am inside the points. I am the snake."

Physically I feel a presence in my room, obviously it's him since I knew he was there listening and communicating with me, but now I feel him. He makes me feel him. I see those stylised eyes, I see an expanse far longer than it is wide of pure outer space, like a huge book seen from it's spine extended outwards far, far away. I feel him physically touch the place my centre forehead meets my hairline. I know I can see him, but he is in-between presence and outside of physical body. A storm on the horizon except the Sky - he tells me to capitalise it - is upside-down. The night air creeps in physically. It looks like grass.

He touches my hand, I feel like I'm drawn somewhere. The red simulates on its cinema screen the ocean which simulates on its cinema screen a Mental scene that I visit privately with Hermes, a sunlit clearing in a forest, but no, again, it's dreamlike nonsense registered as Real sense. It's an interpretative splash of the same specific colours laid out so they'd spark familiarity. It's not anything real.

"The further in you go," he makes sure to energetically point out something I saw but didn't mention, that the colours are specifically like impressionist painting or more like a mosaic without gaps, separate from one another. Not blended. "The further in you go, the more abstracted it becomes. This is the process of 1 from 0. 0 to 10."

Leviathan said:

From just below the top left of the page, white, bleached, A4 or whatever rectangular shape you confine it to long side up. A square line. Draw, follow the exact lines of the page parallel. A spiral in red ink. The white of the paper left must be the exact width of the red line, therefore really you draw with two lines. One, the red, is the purposeful decoration and confines the white that remains, though the white will remain beneath the red. That is what gives the red ink its colour, after all, you couldn't do this on a black paper could you. White is 10. Red is 3. The number of loops on this spiral should be 33.

Imagining it in your head is as real as it existing on paper.

What was that about AI writing? What does your mind do when it thinks of things? The same thing taste does when it curls with smell, inner sight - the simulation on the simulation of the red - is a dance between impulses and understanding. A dream is a Mental task.

[4kingz]

ben drowned nsfw headcanons

warnings : 18+ mdni, dark content / themes, possessive behavior, smut, kinda silly but. idk. he's silly 2 me, stalker vibes

He’s everywhere. Phone buzzing when you’re in the shower? It’s him. TV static turning into distorted moans when you’re alone? Yeah, that’s him too.

Loves watching you through your screens. Webcam, phone camera, smartwatch, you name it. He doesn’t even need permission, he’s already in your system.

Gets off on the idea of being omnipresent—he can touch you without being in the room. You feel his fingers? No one's there. You moan his name? Your speakers echo it back.

Cocky. Teasing. The type to say "You gonna cry for me or for the controller, babe?"

Has you sit on his lap while he’s gaming, headset on, casually whispering filth between killstreaks.

Competitive as hell in bed. Will turn any scenario into a game: edging? Yep. Who can make the other beg first? Hell yeah.

And if you lose? Expect to be punished (with a smirk and zero mercy).

Bites. lot. His mouth is sharp—teeth a lil too glitchy, leaving behind strange, pixel-burn-like hickeys that shimmer when the lights flicker.

Obsessed with you wearing his stuff. His hoodie, his headset, his dog tag. "Look like mine. Act like mine." Okay, sir???

Leaves his code on your skin. Like, you’ll wake up with weird binary strings down your thigh or collarbone. Translate it? It just says “MINE.”

Obsession levels, unhealthy. As in, "you were the first person to survive his curse so now he’s keeping you" kind of obsessed.

Doesn’t want you innocent. He lives to corrupt you. If you blush easy? You’re doomed. He’ll say the filthiest things just to see your reaction.

Not above haunting your dreams to get what he wants. Sweet dreams? Nah. It’s glitched-out wet dreams and waking up needy with his voice still in your ear.

He's possessive, perverted, and impossible to escape. You’re not just his obsession—you’re his new player 2. And in his game? There’s no pause, no safe word, and no way out.

[boobav]

!season 1

Viktor is, you've clearly observed, insecure of himself.

Quite valiantly, due to some looming social norm or personal feeling, he tries to hide it. But in moments like these, such an act becomes impossible. Try as he might, desperately at times, when he's pressed against you in the warm water, your fingers over his skin, your fingers in his hair, his failure is palpable.

"Are you okay?" You murmur into the nape of his neck, his back against your chest. The water threatens with gentle churns to spill over the bathtub.

He turns his head to press a kiss against your wrist.

"More than," he says, voice quiet but firm, "I just feel, sometimes," and he hums, as though forming an adequate description of his emotions were the hardest task on the planet. Viktor, your genius scientist, hesitant not to innovate, to change the world with his research, no. He's hesitant only to make sure he says the right thing to you.

"Like I'm too good for you?" You ask, catching his eye. By the gentle look you know that's what he means. He faces away again, nods in a vaguely ashamed way.

How, you've always wondered, can you truly change someone's perspective? When words don't seem to persuade, when actions bring only fleeting relief, what can you do?

"It's irrational, I know, some... flaw of the mind. You don't need to keep reassuring my senselessness." He leans into your touch, takes your free hand into his, soap suds bubbling between your fingers.

"Sometimes you talk about yourself like you're a machine, you know." You muse. He gives a half-hearted laugh.

"Not a well functioning one."

Are words or actions worth more in this game of convincing? Does he feel it deeper when you press your lips into his hair, or when you mumble compliments and honeysuckle words into his ear? He shivers either way.

It's a long game, you know. It's taken months to even reach this stage, where the self-deprication is a rarity, not the norm. Maybe it'll take his whole life before he can accept every part of himself like you can, before he can truly see himself through your eyes, gleaming and gem-speckled as they are.

You free your hand from his, reach up instead to knead shampoo into his thick hair. He responds with a sigh and sinks somehow further against you, the water falling slowly to a more lukewarm temperature. You're not sure how long the two of you have been in here, talking quietly about very little, exchanging words that'll disappear forever with the water. But you really can't find it in you to care.

There's work to be done, errands to run. Errands that should've been run a week ago. This ceremony, this meditation makes all of it null. For where else would you want to be? Where else exists besides here, this room, this moment, static in the cooling water with the embodiment of perfection.

When you tell it to him, as you so often do, when you tell him that he's perfect, he can't believe you. The first time you ever said it, peering into his eyes as if they held some secret treasure within, he thought you were joking. He'd laughed, more out of obligation than actual humour, but your expression remained still. Sincere. To say he was moved would be a wildly inadequate explanation. What he felt in his chest that night was something otherworldly, something without a name. He's come now to associate it simply with yours.

You run water through his hair, rinse out the shampoo as he lies pliant in your hands. He insists you use your soaps in his hair, some floral-scented collection you've used for who knows how long, because the smell reminds him of you.

There's no point in overthinking it, you suppose. No point in trying to map out and organise moods, emotions. No point in trying to turn a gentle human experience into something clinical, something without humanity.

That swirling, omnipresent yet transient concept of humanity. You simply must cradle it within your own. You press your lips into his wet hair, whisper words made of ginger and lavender into his ear. Because at the end of the day, you're human. You're in love. And sometimes, that's all that matters.