#emanator

[n0tamused]

Shards of the lost is a 5 star Light cone of the Nihility path.

Description:

In her world of stillness and nothingness peace only existed when she stood idle on the sidelines. Naive hope of eternity full of quiet and unchanged repetitive cycles kept her there and for a long while she refused to meet the image in the midnight clad mirror that haunted her dreams. There, she could see stars flicker out at the legs of the mirror that did not show her reflection. Mystery shrouded itself around the endless sea of black around, swallowing her whole.

Her peaceful solitude shattered, mirroring the state of the broken glass in which fragments of her likeness appeared. In each fragmented piece, she glimpsed someone else—eyes like hers, but filled with a passion for all things corrupted.

In her dreams she saw herself reaching for the reflection’s neck, fingers slipping through the glass as if it were silk to choke the woman within, squeezing hard until life burst from her and the mirror's reflection showed the dark glimmering skies and only herself, and then the dark swallowed her again. Trembling hands withdrew from the mirror, reaching to brush her fingertips across her own neck. Anger, sadness, pain, confusion, curiosity - it all boiled within.

“Listen here- No matter where you are hiding, no matter how powerful you have become. I will bring your reign of terror to an end. In these vast worlds, justice is true and absolute, always. It will catch up.. I will put this to an end”

“But first you’ll have to catch me” The voice replied from the darkness.

[lunamayo]

Posting my pookie Acheron here!

[bibi288]

Me, who says I don't particularly pull for women ---

FINALLY gets Acheron after wasting 95 grinded wishes. To lose to Bailu. Then pays $$. Gets Acheron and her Signature lightcone.

---RIP to saving for Sunday 🥲

[fence-time]

If I had a wife that looked like that I’d also be looking at her as if she had hung the stars in the sky.

[voiceoutofstars]

Another fan narration of HSR. This is the fifth part in a collection of Data Bank entries on terms, containing several Phenomena.

Timestamps:

Interstellar Travel - 00:00

Emanator - 01:28

Cancer of All Worlds - 03:01

Fragmentum - 04:36

Music tracks are "Perfect Beauty" by Zakhar Valaha and "Dark Ambient" by sharvarian.

[meanbossart]

Updating this quintessential piece of characterization.

[finnstansonly]

survival/evacuation funds (vetted)

Updated: 8 May 2025

Name = link to post detailing their story, verification if available ; (link) = link to fundraiser ; ~ = a campaign that has recently had to be re/started from scratch ; ** = stagnating (pls donate!!)

*note: i am not a vetter. i will keep this list updated every few days so the numbers on the post can accurately reflect the progress of each campaign i've listed. also, the funds on this list are not solely palestinian families, but sudanese families as well. if you are going to use #palestine pls also use #sudan.

Hala (paypal) ~ Eman Abosedo (gfm) $1,611/$50,000 Rana Akeela (gfm) €2,310/€50,000 ** Help for Sudanese Families (chuffed) $4,755/$5,000 Isra Fathi Guma Ahmed (gfm) $3,695 AUD/$9,100 AUD ** Siraj (chuffed) €8,000/€67,600 Abeer (gfm) $8,898 CAD/$75,000 CAD Safaa (gfm) €8,132/€60,000 ~ Hashem (gfm) £9,388/£50,000 Almadhoun Family (gfm) €12,989/€50,000 Nedaa (gfm) £10,092/£25,000 ** Sohad Mahmoud (gfm) €11,779/€20,000 ** Mahmoud Helles (gfm) €13,115/€50,000 Mahmoud Ziad (gfm) $15,062/$30,000 ** Fidaa (chuffed) $27,769/$100,000 ~ RESTARTED Ahmed Al-Habil (gfm) €19,513/€50,000 **

Naveen (gfm) $25,575 CAD/$50,000 CAD ** Sajida's Family (gfm) £15,314/£30,000 Wasim (gfm) $29,813/$40,000 4 Sudanese Families (gfm) €36,231/€50,000 Eman Zaqout (gfm) $46,706 CAD/$80,000 CAD ** Alaa Amsse (gfm) €40,372/€100,000 Dana (gfm) £29,428/£40,000 ** Laila Shaqoura (gfm) €33,900/€55,000 ** Youssef Al-Habeel (gfm) €49,349/€50,000 Ibrahim Hussein (gfm) $58,098/$100,000 Iwais Family (gfm) kr863,480 SEK/kr1.5M SEK

** ! STAGNANT CAMPAIGNS ! **

Isra Fathi Guma Ahmed (gfm) $3,695 AUD/$9,100 AUD. no donations in 4 MONTHS

Sohad Mahmoud (gfm) €11,779/€20,000. no donation in 2 MONTHS

Rana Akeela (gfm) €2,300/€50,000. no donation 2 MONTHS

Ahmed Al-Habil (gfm) €19,488/€50,000. no donation in 10 DAYS

Laila Shaqoura (gfm) €33,900/€55,000. no donation in 26 DAYS

Nedaa (gfm) £10,067/£25,000. no donation in 25 DAYS

Eman Zaqout (gfm) $46,706 CAD/$80,000 CAD. no donation in 23 DAYS

Dana (gfm) £29,428/£40,000. no donation in 23 DAYS

Mahmoud Ziad (gfm) $15,062/$30,000. no donation in 20 DAYS

Ahmed Al-Habil (gfm) €19,513/€50,000. no donation in 13 DAYS

Naveen (gfm) $25,575 CAD/$50,000 CAD. no donation in 7 DAYS

Mahmoud Helles (gfm) €13,115/€50,000. no donation in 6 DAYS

[hansoeii]

dear ed, I love everything about you.

[snaileer]

I’m a Size Medium, Thanks.

Danny is irritated. No actually he is beyond irritated. He is annoyed, he is frustrated, he is…. He’s really fricking irritated and can’t be bothered to remember any more of Jazz’s SAT words.

He continues his glare out the window as he searches for his straw with his mouth.

He just- where is it- thinks it’s a stupid fricking-stupid ass milkshake-he shouldn’t have to basically-gah! Danny snaps his head down to find his suddenly missing straw, only to successfully poke it directly into his eye.

“Ow! Fricken-“ He groans, throwing his head back, and putting his hands to his face, “Mother-tucker, Holy Taming of A Shrew!” He pounds his free hand not cradling his eye on the table, trying not to make more of a scene. Of course, this utterly fails because it immediately tips over his milkshake glass with a clatter as it spills onto his pants, making him jump up with enough force to knock the table over and drop the milkshake glass the rest of the way to the floor.

Danny stares at it with blurry vision and a watery eye. He sighs, “At least-“

The glass shatters.

Danny sighs again, deeper. “Of course.”

He looks up at the restaurant around him. Noticing the many, many people staring at him.

Wonderful.

Danny grimaces, “Sorry, I so didn’t mean for that to happen, uh-“ Danny reaches to straighten the table, fumbling for a second before it stands upright, he steps away from it, “If there’s any way I can help or.. like fix it. I can pay for the cup..” a server comes over to him, “if you want..?”

The server’s dead eyes don’t waver as they silently place a wet floor sign over the spilled milkshake.

“Thanks.”

“Uh huh.”

The server walks away, leaving Danny to sigh all on his own. He leans over to grab his backpack from the booth, checking it over for milkshake before slinging it on his back, thankfully clean.

He makes it one step forward before he feels the floor go out from under him. Ah gravity. His greatest enemy. This is karma for all those times he’s ignored it, isn’t it?

The wind is knocked out of him when his back slams to the floor, cushioned by the dulcet sounds of his bag crunching against broken glass.

He looks up at the wet floor sign.

The man on the yellow plastic mocks him.

Danny sighs.

He curses his stupid luck.

He curses this stupid city.

Then he curses himself because he knows any of this stupid city’s curses end up affecting him anyways.

Danny gets to his feet, ignoring the feeling of milkshake on his hands and his… everywhere.

He trudges out of the diner without looking back. At least he’d already paid for it.

He grimaces at the milkshake handprint on the door, trying to wipe it away with his shirt and only succeeding in making it worse.

Danny catches the eyes of the server inside, staring at him, eyes progressively more annoyed.

Danny puts his hands up in surrender and backs away.

Directly into a person. Only his milkshake covered self prevents him from being hit with anything more than the man’s scathing glare.

He puts his hands back up and moves away to dodge everybody else on the sidewalk. Along with the occasional ghost. Visible only to him of course.

By the time he has managed to escape the sidewalks into an alley, he is certain there is a trail of slightly sticky businessmen behind him.

Danny crouches to swing his backpack down in front of him and take stock. Okay, he could put his sweatshirt on over it… but it would also get ruined… damn it.

Danny looks around, checking every inch of the alley for cameras and then backing himself into a corner just to be safe. The flicker of intangibility is barely noticeable except for the wet squelch of milkshake remnants dropping to the alley floor. Lovely.

And of course, the flash of every single Gotham ghost in the area becoming visible and almost tangible for a split second. Also… lovely. There’s a couple startled shouts on the street.

Maybe an alleyway was not the best place for that.

Danny slides his sweatshirt on over his shirt to at least pretend like he was covering a mess and then shimmies out of the alley while trying to make as little contact with ghosts as possible.

He’s almost completely certain he looks crazy as all get out if the stare he gets from a passerby means anything.

Of course… now he’s left glaring across the street again.

He can feel the Infini-Map burning a hole in his backpack. It said this was the next place a natural portal would open and get him back home.

It just didn’t say… when that portal would open.

But of course, it’ll be right in the middle of somebody’s store. Usually not an issue. Except again, this stupid city’s curses are attracted to his energy, so of course the store couldn’t be literally ANYTHING ELSE!

Danny glares at the stupid fricking sign and the stupid predictable pun and the stupid neon hand in the front window waving at him.

‘The Claire Witch Project: psychic, medium, and Claire-voyant’

Danny is on day three of simultaneously avoiding the entire building while remaining close enough he can be there when the portal forms.

He is dirty, tired, and running out of money. In short, Danny is starting to lose hope on this endeavor.

The worst part?

He has the perfect solution.

There’s a pathetic little piece of printer paper taped to the inside of the window.

‘Help wanted’

When he’d first gotten here, Danny had followed the infini-map all the way to this horrific city, seen the sign, and turned a quick 180. He’d rather die again thanks.

He’d smacked into two billboards just coming into the city, and there was literally no stars, why would he want to stay here till the portal opened when he could just find another?

Except.. Danny’s eye twitches dangerously as he thinks back on it- except there wasn’t another portal. This was it. For the foreseeable future, he either caught this portal or was stranded for whoever knows how much longer.

Danny sighs again and dreads his continued existence. He looks both ways on the street, takes a step forward, nearly gets run over, steps back, and turns for the nearest crosswalk.

Fine. He could follow rules if it meant increasing his chances of leaving.

He tries to hold in the sigh this time, he really does, he swears.

Not the one before he opens the shop door though, that sigh deserved freedom from his trials. It joins the myriad of whispy translucent shades lingering in the store. Because of course there was just enough spiritual energy in here for them to be visible to him.

“Hey there!” A girl in loose fitting colorful clothing appears from behind a corner, “I’m Claire! How can I help your life journey today?” He can see the way her bulky crystal hair accessories sway with her movements. What was he getting into here again?

Danny tries to ignore the incense shoving itself up his nose as he speaks, “Hey, I was…” He was really doing this huh? “Hoping that the help wanted position is still available?”

The girl looks him over as she moves to the back of the checkout counter. The clear observation makes him nervous, and he takes his hands out of his pockets to try and look marginally more… candidate-able.

“You have experience?”

“Sure d-“ He wants to throw up in his own mouth, ancients this is so cringe, just let him die, “Sure do!” He says through choked back vomit and false cheer, “I’m a…” -barf- “I’m a medium.”

“Oh don’t worry about that, you don’t need a uniform, I don’t need your size silly!”

Danny blinks. What? Also. What?

“Wait-I’m hired?”

Claire pauses from getting something from under the counter, “Didn’t I already say that?”

“Uh…” Danny’s eyes dart around the shop, “No?”

“Oh well, you are, you have the right vibes, don’t worry,” she slides a few papers onto the glass counter, and Danny is abruptly, horrifically reminded he has no legal documents to speak of here. He thinks. He hasn’t actually checked.

Crap.

“Of course, most of my clients pay in cash, so I’ll pay you in cash too just to make it easier, and any crystal sales I’ll just add to it. Sound good?”

“Sure?” Oh no, is this gonna be Danny’s first real job? “But I don’t know anything about crystals. I have a goth friend but she’s not into that stuff.”

Claire waves his comment away, “Oh no worries, I can leave a packet.”

Danny nods, “Thank- wait, sorry. Leave?”

Claire laughs, pulling out a bag from behind her counter, “Yes I leave for a trip in two days. Family things you know,”

Danny feels like his brain is being scrambled, “Oh, what, what happened? Is everything okay?”

Claire looks at him, blinking wide, “What? Why would anything have happened?”

“Because… you said, you were leaving for-“

“Just don’t want to get caught in a bad position, you know how it is.”

Some of the shades stir in the air, their misty movements twitching with agitation enough to draw his eye for a second.

“Right. Well I’m glad I came when I did then,” Danny says, because he still doesn’t want to be rude.

Claire smiles at him.

Danny pats his hands against his sides awkwardly, trying not to look up at the movement of the shades intertwined with incense smoke at the ceiling.

There’s a little jingle behind him, which he belatedly realizes is the door when Claire moves to greet them before he can even turn around.

“Ms. Jives! Wonderful to see you! How’s the goldfish?”

Ms. Jives turns out to be a slightly older woman, maybe early seventies with a cane but she looks good. The coffee brown hair is almost certainly a dye job but it frames her wrinkled face well.

“Oh Jim is lovely dear, much better this way, I bought him a new plant just the other day, he just loves it.”

“Good, here for your reading right?”

“I am! But you can finish up with your customer first if you need,” Ms. Jives says. Claire waves her concern away.

“No need, this is Danny, I just hired him, he has a similar mystical connection.”

“Oh that’s lovely,” Ms. Jives says as she passes by him, “Would you like to come with dear? Claire is going to do a reading for me.”

Danny grimaces, “Sure.”

In the end, by the time Ms. Jives makes it slowly to the back room, Danny is trying to think of where he’s gonna sleep tonight. He mostly zones out when Claire dims the lights and starts talking nonsense.

All he heard was “something something card, something something magician something reversed something something balance something something chihuahua.”

Ok, maybe he wasn’t listening. But he was trying to focus on not staring at the movement of the shades, and the incense was mega strong and Claire had some weird ass music playing. He’s almost certain she’s faking everything. Down to the atrociously bright bead earrings.

Danny sags when she finishes, all too happy to leave the weird little curtain covered room.

He stands in the front awkwardly while Ms. Jives pays, twiddling with the various crystals and trying to figure which ones are actually y’know.. mystical or whatever.

Answer? Surprisingly most of them. That he could tell, at least, but it’s not like he actually knows how to sense that out on purpose. He’s pretty sure a couple of the heart shaped rose quartzes are complete duds but what does he care.

He’s thoroughly bored by the time Claire calls him back over. Apparently to tell him that he’ll do a reading tomorrow.

“Tomorrow?!” Danny blurts, “Don’t you want to like- I don’t know, make sure I can- or like.. I don’t know, but tomorrow?”

Claire just smiles at him, “I believe you can handle it, trust me.”

‘Trust you? Lady, I just met you and you’ve been nothing but crazy the whole time!’ Danny wants to say, instead, he keeps his mouth shut and nods with what he’s sure is fear in his eyes.

Then she’s pressing something into his hands and when he looks down it’s a key. A key. There’s no way-

“So be here 9am sharp, Danny! You can open up and I’ll come in later!” Claire starts pushing him towards the door, “And Mr. Wayne should be waiting for you when you get here!”

Danny turns around to catch himself in the doorframe, “Mr who will be what now!? Wait, Ms. Claire, Ma’am- why-!” He stops to lower his volume and ask politely, “Why am I doing this? You don’t even know me,” Danny says, one leg still in the store.

Claire smiles, “Because the universe told me to silly! See you tomorrow! Here’s my number!” Then she slaps a sticky note to his chest with enough finality that Danny takes a step back. The door closes with a click and ring of the bell inside.

Danny stares at the door with his eye twitching for at least a minute.

What the hell did ‘the universe told me to’ even mean, you kook!?

Danny sighs and looks down at the sticky note, quickly inputting the number in his phone before something happens to it.

He’s barely hit save when he finally steps away from the shop front and…. is immediately drenched to the bone.

Because apparently it’d been pouring rain and he simply hadn’t noticed from under the awning.

He watches as blue ink slides off the sticky note in little sad face streaks.

Danny sighs.

[a-shade-of-blue]

Hi everyone! Eman (@eman-kha) has asked me to write a post because she is really worried about her mother. Her mother is suffering from high blood pressure and heart problems, but the essential medical treatment she needs is currently unavailable in Gaza.

Eman's father was killed in Israel's 2014 aggression on Gaza. She does not want to lose both parents. But now her mother's health is rapidly declining due to a lack of proper treatment. Her mother is bedridden and really, really ill. And the harsh conditions of living in a tent and facing frequent bombings is worsening her mother's condition.

Eman is only 17 years old and dreams of becoming a doctor. She is still a student but she did not even manage to graduate high school due to this genocide. Now, instead of studying get into the competitive medical program like she had planned to, she is worried that she might lose her mother.

Eman is raising funds so that she can evacuate her mother out of Gaza and get her the treatment she needs the very moment the opportunity presents itself. But Eman has received few donations and they haven't even secure the evacuation fee for one person, let alone the money for the treatment! Please help them!

This campaign has been vetted by 90-ghost!

Only $3,357 USD raised of $40,000 goal! Last donation was 22 hours ago!

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[arundolyn]

everybody shut up

dizzy narwhal

[northgazaupdates]

VERY URGENT!!

Eman and her family are trapped in Sudan without food, water, or healthcare. All around them, the RSF and SAF attacking both each other and the Sudanese people. They have been in this horrible situation for over a year, and are trying to collect funds so that they can evacuate to safety. However, the fees Sudanese people are charged in order to evacuate are absurdly high, and with Eman’s family being large, they are still a long way from reaching their goal.

Now, the RSF is closing in on Eman’s location. Some people are trying to flee, but there is almost no working transportation, and nowhere safe to flee to.

This is the link to her GFM: https://gofund.me/2b201b40

If you cannot or prefer not to use GFM, you may use this site instead: https://chuffed.org/project/111277-help-us-flee-sudan

Thank you

[thedeerus]

destruction

[vetted-gaza-funds]

(ID in alt text)

Donate to a family in Gaza today!

Ahmed & Eman

Promoted by: @leen-gaza, @zain-leen1993, @lolezain, @children-gaza, @zain2019 Verification source: shared by 90-ghost

Sponsors/giveaways under the cut for the sake of staying up to date

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[stevenrogered]

AHSOKA | 1x08 "Part Eight: The Jedi, the Witch, and the Warlord"

[cthaehart]

Lore ta laban