#astral connections

[unspokenmantra]

[passive-t-u-m-b-l-r-user]

The Astral plane is a world connecting existance and non-existence

This is a city of Light and Darkness.

Unreality is not of light or Darkness.

Meaning, if the keyblade wielders of Scala ad Caelum found a way to connect their world to the world beyond, those secrets may lie in Scala ad Caelum now.

[edda-grenade]

squid au, the crew (well, varrl and emps too, but we all know what emps looks like and varrl's armor intimidates me still, so XD)

abstermious is a wild magic sorcerer, which is how it lost the arm+tentacle, not sure yet if alhion is a wizard when it joins up but it 100% goes into necromancy once saar casually mentions she unlocked the necromancy of thay

and ulisine is a very serious very intimidating body tamer who absolutely doesn't spoil the collective therapy cat rotten

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

oh my god I get it now!

Game Central Station, a main hub for several other worlds

Scala ad Caelum, the nexus from which all worlds spring

THEY’RE THE SAME (thematically)

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

Spiral into nothingness

Or perhaps into

Eternal bliss

Find the peace

That had been lost

In transition

Between states of

Consciousness

[astralprisms]

Post-game naptime with D'jaxia, art by @greseadraws

[shuuenka]

between journey on the express and extended stays at luofu, some lines would blend, no?

[euphorictruths]

Where Did It All Begin?, Selvagia- Carolina Arevalo

[blackbackedjackal]

Hi jackal! I remember you posted something a long time ago about following or choosing gods (I think it was Egyptian gods?) I was curious about it and was wondering what it was like and your experience. Sry if I got info wrong lol it's been awhile also sry if it's a private thing to talk about ;-;

Hello! I'm Kemetic and work with Anpu. I predominantly do rituals that involve the animals I work on for taxidermy (to ensure the animals are OK with me preserving their remains and that they know their remains will be respected) c:

[dieinct]

the problem. here. is that eric bogosian is the hottest guy on the main cast and i need him. to call me.

[mistermisfit]

[aashiquidreams]

Last night, I found myself in a dream where my bedroom was not quite my own, but somehow it felt intimately familiar. In this bedroom were two beds: one, the bed I know in waking life, and another, a beautiful bed in a different style, dressed in white sheets and pillows that seemed to whisper of past warmth. This bed was mine too, and I carefully moved it around the room, searching for the perfect place for it. But no matter where I placed it, it was clear that it belonged where it had originally stood, its beauty fully revealed, standing out in a way that felt right.

As the dream unfolded, I found myself sharing this bed with a man who has lingered in my thoughts for far longer than I expected. He appeared and reappeared, sometimes alone, waiting for me in bed, and at other moments, we were together, the energy between us, charged with unexpressed emotions and meaningful looks. He held me in his arms, his beautiful green eyes staring into mine as he kissed me and smiled. In those fragments of the dream, we were so happy—wrapped in intimacy and warmth, our smiles reflecting a deep connection.

This man, who once made my heart race and my thoughts tangle, recently reached out to me after eight months of silence, a gap created by the natural course of our lives. His return stirred emotions I thought had faded away. Yes, he had been on my mind a month ago, and I had even written about him. But hearing his voice when he contacted me reignited feelings I thought I had moved on from, leaving me both thrilled and intrigued.

Given that the dream dominated my thoughts today, I decided to analyze it to make sense of this connection. From the day I met him, he has appeared in my dreams from time to time, always with such an intense presence that when I wake up, it feels as though we have truly been together, even during the eight months we haven’t seen or spoken to each other.

The two beds in my dream seem to represent different layers of my existence—one grounded in the present, the life I live now, and the other a symbol of a deeper, perhaps unfulfilled longing. The extra bed, with its inviting comfort and beauty, reflects the emotional space that still belongs to him—a space I hadn’t realized I was holding onto deep inside.

Psychologically, this dream speaks to the unresolved feelings that lie beneath the surface, emotions that have remained dormant but are now resurfacing. The act of moving the bed around, only to place it back where it was, mirrors my inner struggle to find where these feelings fit into my life. Do I keep them as a beautiful memory, or do they still have a place in my present and future?

Spiritually, this dream hints at a connection that goes beyond time and space. It feels like a dance between the past and the present, a reminder of the soul connections that shape us and the lessons they bring. His return, seemingly out of nowhere, feels like the universe nudging me to pay attention, to recognize that some connections are meant to reappear—perhaps to guide us further along our paths or to rekindle something that never truly faded.

The attraction between us, the magnetic pull I feel in his presence, is undeniable. His beautiful green eyes, intense gazes, and captivating smile linger in my mind, echoing the warmth of our shared laughter. Each memory of him feels like a gentle whisper, stirring feelings that are as vibrant today as they were in those cherished moments we shared. There’s a part of me that wonders if this is fate’s way of bringing us back together or simply a reminder of a chapter that’s not yet closed.

The dream leaves me with an intense longing, a desire deepened by how much I ache for his presence in waking life—the warmth of his body close to mine, the sound of his voice, and the way he awakened something deep inside me. It also evokes the feeling that there’s more to this story than I’ve allowed myself to explore. It invites reflection, not just on the connection we shared but on the possibilities that might still lie ahead. Now, as the night stretches way past midnight, the emotions from last night’s dream still linger, as they always do whenever he appears. Sometimes, these feelings take days to fade. I can’t help but wonder if there’s something deeper at play—perhaps astral traveling or even telepathy, connecting us in ways I don’t fully understand. It’s an idea that intrigues me, something I plan to explore more closely. Whether this dream hints at something more or is simply a beautiful memory meant to stay with me, only time will tell…

[theswedishpajas]

I’ve been making some choices in-game for the sake of accuracy to me irl, but they’ve started to catch up with me mentally ✌️✌️✌️

We’re working on it though, just gotta keep at it and learn how to stop myself more in the future 😤

[soath]

My Critical Role conspiracy theory is that near the end of the Calamity Elias Alterra got sick of being an ageless eternal 14 year old swimming the Astral Sea, kissed his father goodbye forever, and went back to Exandria, where he rejoined the fragmented shards of the Gau Drashari and brought them ancient druidic knowledge gleaned from an childhood in golden age Cathmoira and several centuries dream-drowning. He became an archdruid, shepherded the nascent Ashari into their places, had a big happy family, and never stopped grieving the sorrow of what he lost in the first place.

And that’s why Keyleth is a redhead.

[elminster-big-naturals]

this exchange is 4000% funnier in playthroughs where they literally never meet. is this withers and gale's mum all over again

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

I saw you in a dream

With a different face

In a different time

But your soul's flame

Dancing in your eyes

Was undoubtedly

The same