#infinite loops project

[zerosocialskillz]

A while ago I found out about the Infinite Loops project where while everyone in the multiverse (yes, even the world where your blorbos live in) are trapped in a time loop with only a select few realizing the fact, some time loops end up with multiverses overlapping, and in some cases, turning people into something different.

I want to contribute but how can I start? Where can I even start? There’s years put into that thing, there’s so many looping universes, and I don’t even know what the fuck a Space Battles is!

[bearsnore]

warrior cats but in the infinite loops

[v01db1ad3]

This reminds me of how, in the Infinite Loop Project (a community created series, using the idea that the Multiverse as been put on Time Loops as a Safe Mode) Rincewald was the only Looper who never died, up until he sacrificed himself in place of Terry Pratchett.

Sir Terry Pratchett awakens. A skeleton stands at his bedside, wearing a long black robe. He sits up. “Well, hang on, let me get my hat,” he tells it.

The skeleton reaches into its robe. From abyssal depths it produces a heavy book bound in sheets of lead and night. It is the kind of book that gets stolen by a rugged adventurer from a temple with more spike-traps than the average house of worship contains. It is the kind of book to which the word “tome” might properly be applied. Frost forms on its pages from the lingering chill of the void. 

The skeleton coughs once and holds the book out to the man sitting on the bed.

WOULD YOU SIGN THIS? it asks. BIG FAN.

[duckapus]

On a much lighter note, I also got an idea for the playable Sniper Joe.

Basically, Wily really should've been more specific on the definition of beating Mega Man. Joe is from a universe where Blues' core never had the fault it did in canon, so the military demonstration went off without a hitch and the original plan to give the Joe units Robot Master-level AIs was approved. As a result they became an elite peacekeeping task force, gradually expanding into other branches like search & rescue and various kinds of disaster relief thanks to their various different Models equipped for different environments and situations.

The playable Sniper Joe in particular was the leader of the squad that stopped their version of Dr. Wily's first invasion with Dr. Light's six stolen Robot Masters, thus technically "defeating" Mega Man by making it so Rock never had to become him in the first place. As you can imagine, suddenly getting transported into a Wily fortress with the mad doctor ranting about how Joe was going to help him finally destroy that blue menace and claim what was rightfully his once and for all did not go well.

For Wily, that is.

[ohmewhatsthis]

Project Moon and The Infinite Loops Project

hi it's me back again with things that appeal to Me and Me Alone- or maybe not, considering the various PM quests on Sufficient Velocity? anyway, have a smattering of crossover thoughts

(i know the basics of TILP but i'm not an expert so if i'm wrong about something im sorry-)

It probably took a while to get the PM-verse looping at all. Considering the setting, finding Anchors would be a hard pressed task.

My suggestions (yes I have multiple) would be Binah and Vergilius.

Binah and Hokma are explicitly the only Sephirot to remember all the TT2 loops, and Binah especially has stated she is unable to go mad due to her mechanical body. Hokma has to die to become a Sephirot, so I'm less sure of him, but I think he'd Awaken after her in due time.

(i'm a bit worried about what might happen in LoR considering Binah needs to fight there but no one truly *dies* dies there so it's probably fine?)

Considering that Binah and the rest of the Library crew gets shunted out at the end of LoR though, I think Vergilius would serve as a good Anchor candidate (though I haven't read Leviathan yet so maybe it's less of a good idea-)

Speaking of Limbus, the Mirror seems like it could be tricky to work around since it can basically tap into different Loops, in a way; that said, it would be very funny if someone extracted a Naruto ID-

Also, Taii from Wonderlab, as an Anchor maybe? They are noted to be pretty psychologically stable and are strong enough to manifest their own E.G.O. What's staying my hand is the troubled state of the comic (while I don't think it's been made non canon, it was wiped off the internet) and the fact they're in a spin off.

The Head is absolutely Loop Aware, they just don't give a shit. Carmen might or might not be, but I don't think she'd stop herself from preying on Loopers (cough cough Sakura?) assuming someone doesn't grab her by the incorporeal neck and chokeslam her

In terms of crossovers, I have this one plot bunny where Twilight Awakens in place of X, with Moondancer as her Angela and her friends as the Sephirot. Because, if you think about it, the Seed of Light is just the multiverse's least ethical version of the Elements of Harmony (see also: Celestia Carmen (can't be any worse than CelestAI or that Slavequestria version))

Any Loopers that Loop in as abnos are going to be like, ALEPH and up, for sure, unless it's a Null loop.

The RWBY crew as a Fixer Office (Ruby Office?) or as Limbus sinners

I've said this before, but any of the Persona Loopers using Abnos as Personae or running into Carmen

that's all i have right now, feel free to add on, maybe i'll think of more later

[wouldyourfavepaychildsupport]

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[shxleo97]

What is infinitary logic and how is it projected into our lives?

#opendiscussion

[theguardianace]

the universe is, and we are

[GIF ID: An infinitely looping GIF of various Outer Wilds drawings inspired by the Minecraft End Poem. Individual frame IDs are found below the cut. /end ID]

["And the universe said I love you": the Hatchling at the Eye of the Universe. They are seen from behind, staring at a glowing purple Nomai Eye symbol.]

["and the universe said you have played the game well": an overview of the solar system. All the celestial bodies in the game orbit a large, reddening sun.]

["and the universe said everything you need is within you": Giant's Deep. Multiple cyclones and an island are seen above the water's surface, and jellyfish and an electric current hide below.]

["and the universe said you are stronger than you know": Dark Bramble. The Hatchling's ship sails past a partially obscured angler fish.]

["and the universe said you are the daylight": Ember Twin. The edge of Chert's camp and an entrance to a Lakebed Cave can be seen. The sun is large over the horizon.]

["and the universe said you are the nighttime": The core of the Ash Twin Project. The warp core and masks are seen.]

["and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you": Brittle Hollow. Through a hole in the crust, the black hole is seen. The text warps into the hole.]

["and the universe said the light you seek is within you": The White Hole Station surrounded by chunks of Brittle Hollow's crust. The station and text warp around the white hole.]

["and the universe said you are not alone": Timber Hearth. Porphy and Marl chat outside a house, Tephra leads Galena over a bridge, Rutile watches from afar, and Hal and Hornfels chat while walking down the cliffside. Many trees are seen.]

["and the universe said you are not seperate from every other thing": the core of the Interloper. Pye's body and recorder can be seen floating.]

["and the universe said you are the universe, tasting itself, talking to itself, reading it's own code": The Quantum Moon's south pole. Solanum is watching the vortex above her.]

["and the universe said I love you": the Travelers gathered around the campfire at the Ancient Glade. They all are playing their instruments.]

["because you are love": a closeup of the Hatchling. Though it is obscured by their visor, they are smiling tearfully.]

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

You just moved in the house next door to Bucky’s and when he welcomes you to the neighborhood, he completely forgets what he was going to say cause he’s stunned by your beauty and he eventually asks you if you want to hangout with him and Steve which you immediately accept🥰

Never Been More Sure

PAIRINGS: Construction Worker!James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader

WARNINGS: FLUFF, overworked reader, reader needs a break, loud music. Grumpy Bucky

WORD COUNT: 1,644

*not proof-read*

ENJOY!

His grip on the hammer tightens as he hears the base from the house next door increases.

“Jesus,” he mutters, Bucky looks at his watch as see that’s it three in the afternoon. He then looks at Steve, “who the hell would be listening to music this loud at this time of day?”

Steve looks up from the blueprints and squints his eyes at the house next to the one they’re working on and hears the bass he’s best friend was talking about. “Dunno man,” he shrugs.

The house flipping project was not knew to Bucky’s experience, but it was albeit different from his usual construction work, but when the man who own the company, who also happens to be his best friend, tells him he needs some help, Bucky’s up and ready to help.

He enjoyed renovating the house, but what he did not enjoy was the loud music playing from the house next door.

It would always be the same playlist every day, at the same hour, at maximum volume.

He’d always grit his teeth as he felt the vibrations through out the entirety of the house.

***

He parks his truck in the driveway and steps out, Bucky looks up into the sky and see’s the orange hue of the rising sun tainting the blue sky.

He sighs and walks into the house gets all the equipment up and ready for action.

Steve arrives a little while later and sets up too, they talk about random updates on their lives when Steve stops to a specific topic.

“Oh, and the person next door, the one that blasts the music is apparently new to the neighbourhood too,” he says as he uses a hammer to nail in some wooden floorboards.

Bucky pauses as he holds some tiles under his arm, “yeah?”

To which Steve nods too, “yeah.”

***

There is it, again.

The bass.

Bucky shakes his head in annoyance and rubs the bridge of his nose trying to push away the oncoming headache.

Steve had to go and get some caulk for the bathroom, so it was only Bucky working out some things.

“Fuck this shit,” he drops his tools and walks out of the house in his beige construction boots.

He was on the sidewalk to the house next door; he sees the plants on the porch and the little metal porch table and chair on the corner. With each step towards the house, the bass gets louder.

Walking up to the door he clenches his jaw as he hears his heart thumps to the beat of the base, he clenches his knuckles and knocks on the door a bit too loudly.

***

Your mind was too focused on working on your code and trying to find your bug and trying to understand why your program runs on an infinite loop, that you almost did not hear the loud knock on your door.

Your mind reels itself back into the real world, where Freddie Mercury screams through your house about some woman being a killer queen.

You walk to your front door, as you do you feel the base course through your body, providing you’re tension some sort of release. You open the door to see a 6’ something beefy man with hair till his shoulders, the bluest eyes you’ve seen, and a pair of construction vest and a hard hat.

You, however, are cladded in a tank top and red flannel pyjama pants.

“Uh hi, may I help you?” you look at him confuse, like you weren’t totally checking him out a few seconds ago.

I mean you really can’t blame you, when he is doing the exact same thing as you were: checking you out.

***

Bucky taps his foot impatiently waiting for the door to be opened, and when it does the string of cuss words that he had planned to use evaporates from his tongue.

He takes in your messy hairdo and the glasses that perch on your nose.

His heart stutters for a sec, he can’t even bring himself to answer the question you asked. And when you repeat it again, he just lets out a serious of “uh’s” and “um’s”.

You look at him questioningly, wondering what a construction worker would be doing around these parts. Then you remember the house that’s being renovated on your left.

“Oh you the guys working on house next to mine, yeah?” You say as you lean against your doorframe.

Bucky stands straighter and gets himself together. “Uh, yes ma’am,” he nods he scratches his stubble.

“I’m sorry for knocking so loud, ma’am. But I’ve been working on the house for a few weeks now and I can’t help but hear the…. music from your house,” he says looking into your eyes and stuffing his hands into the hands of his cargo shorts.

You blush immediately, “shit. Oh my god, I’m so sorry it’s just when I get locked into my work. I just need some loud base so it does get loud in the noggin’,” you say and tap on your temple, and then cringe.

WHO THE FUCK SAYS NOGGIN

To your luck, Bucky chuckles at your little stunt and nods.

“What work needs music so loud that it can break the sound barrier,” he crosses his arm and gives you a smirk.

Your legs almost turn to jelly at his smirk.

“Well, um, I code…...A lot. I work in Machine Learning,” you say as your wring your hands and laugh nervously.

Bucky raises a brow, impressed at your revelation of what you do for a living.

“Impressive. Well then, I really shouldn’t say anything that would affect your work-,” he starts but you cut immediately.

“No, no, no, it’s my fault I’ll reduce the volume. I should’ve done it sooner, but I was just seriously locked in. I’m like running on five cups of coffee, it’s literally insane. My boss thinks that I am able to code an entire authentication system in two weeks, and that’s where she her screws are loose in her head. Cuz, no one in the entire world can build an entire TWO-WAY authentication system in two weeks. Like who does she think I am Mark Zuckerberg, I can’t-,”

You pause as you realise, you’re going on a rant. Bucky’s eyes are slightly raised in shock.

“Sorry I really shouldn’t be rambling about my job to some stranger, I’ll lower the volume Mr…,” you drag the last bit hoping he’ll finish it off you.

“Barnes, James Barnes. But my friends call me Bucky,” he sticks his hand out and asks for yours, which you tell gladly.

“And don’t worry, we all have those days,” he says giving you a little nod of sympathy.

You smile softly at his efforts and thank him before giving a tight smile and a “See you later” and closing the door of your humble abode.

***

Bucky notices the reduced volume of the music in the following days, he smiles as he can only hear the traces of the 80’s/90’s music you play from your home.

Steve see’s the look Bucky has as he watches your house.

“Have you met ‘em?” Steve asks as he continues to tile the kitchen.

Bucky, without looking away from the house, responds with a yes.

Steve chuckles, “you gave ‘em a piece of your mind? Threaten ‘em? Is that why their music is barely audible now, hmm?”

Bucky shakes his head, “she’s gorgeous, Steve.” He remembers how you were dressed with you first opened the door and it made his heart flutter again.

“Yeah?” Steve asks, with a smirk on his face. Bucky death glares at Steve, to which Steve chuckles at.

The blonde looks at his watch as sighs, “well it’s time for lunch, wanna clock out?” To which Bucky nods to.

Soon they make it to Bucky’s truck and Bucky can’t help but stare at your house.

“Ask her if she wanna join,” Steve pushes Bucky in your direction.

“Should I? I dunno man,” the brunette scratches the back of his neck. Steve just rolls his eyes and shoves Bucky to the stairs leading up to your porch.

***

You excepted there would be a bug in your code. But what you didn’t expect was your doorbell to ring.

You got up and felt your grey sweats unstick from your thighs, you shudder at the feeling.

You make your way to the door and open it up to reveal the man you were secretly hoping it would be.

Bucky.

“Hey Bucky, gosh I hope the music isn’t loud again,” you laugh nervously to which Bucky shakes his head and reassures you.

“It’s perfect, doll. Greatly appreciated,” he smiles giving a soft smile.

You return with your own and then a confused look glazes your face, “oh, great. Then, why are you…?”

Bucky helps you finish the sentence, “My co-worker and I were heading to grab some lunch, just wanted to check in and ask if you wanted to join us?”

“Oh,” you look behind him and see and equally handsome blonde man waving in your direction with a 100-percent-typical-American-golden-boy smile. You nervously wave back and look back at Bucky, “Oh I don’t wanna impose.”

Bucky huffs and chuckles, “you ain’t imposing, Doll. I’m offering.” He raises a brow in question, waiting for your answer.

“How long have you been at your computer?” he asks straightforward. You reel you head back in slight confusion at the sudden change of topic, “uh, since this morning?”

Bucky nods and replies, “you need a break.”

That you didn’t disagree with, since you are desperate for one.

But you feel as though you’d disturb Bucky and his friends lunch.

“You sure I won’t be imposing?” you ask him as you bite your lip.

“Never been more sure of anything else in my life, doll.”

💌💌💌

Hey Lovelies! this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now, and I FINALLY finished it. My deepest apologies @sergeantbarnessdoll for not completing it sooner, it isn't the same as you asked I hope that's all good 🤧🤧🤧.

This was also a fix I was planning to make! ( a fix that included a construction worker Bucky Barnes’s, cuz that AU is soooo underrated)

Lemme know what y'all think!

Till' then,

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

[myeyebagsaredesigner]

Adding to the Jason Tim and Duke agenda because oh my god

Nothing ever makes Jason go to the hospital, while as Red Hood he only needed to go twice. Nothing takes down him, except maybe laughing his ass off so much he busted a vein while playing a horror Game with Duke and Tim

I'm getting so many things in my inbox and I'm here for it. PLEASE, add as you will to the JTD agenda. There is nothing better to brighten my day than trio content.

Jason is way too independent for his own good. Alfred once caught him trying to extract a wisdom tooth with his fingers while squinting in the bathroom mirror. It is just on brand that he would avoid hospitals. It's not like he hasn't died before, what's the worst that can happen? Anything that hurts him, he can deal with just fine, because he never gets too hurt.

I would love to picture them playing Phasmophobia together in Jason's living room. They've been playing on amateur mode for a bit because they're still getting used to everything, but Tim starts complaining because nothing is actually happening. It's just lights flickering here and there, with the occasional object projected their way. He's bored, and he makes this very well known.

Jason is in control of the settings.

Jason changes the game mode to Insanity without telling anybody.

They start the game, and immediately Duke is freaking out. They haven't even gone into the building, and their sanity is only on 75%. Why is it only 75%? Immediately, they walk into the building and the lights don't turn on. Tim tries to go to find the fuse, but he gets lost on the way there. He cannot find his way back. He keeps going in circles, but it's so dark he can't see that he's going in circles. It's an infinite loop.

Jason walks around trying to find the favorite room, but it keeps changing for some reason? He gets frustrated and goes to explore instead. Duke is walking around with the camera to get evidence, but he keeps running back out the door when he thinks he hears something.

Objects are being thrown at them left and right, the EMF reader is going crazy, they're yelling and running away from anything that looks too crazy. Duke swears he saw something running in Tim's direction (he does not know where Tim is), Tim freaks out and keeps running in circles because he forgot how to turn on his flashlight. Jason finds where he is and runs into frame, and Tim lets out the loudest, high pitched scream they've ever heard.

Ghosts be damned, they're not even looking at their screens anymore. Tim is laughing with his face pressed into a couch cushion, Duke is on the floor and clutching onto the carpet, laughing so hard it's completely silent and tears are coming out of his eyes, Jason is laughing extremely loud. The neighbors bang on the walls which only makes him laugh harder. He's clutching his stomach and trying not to fall off the couch. Tim and Duke watch in horror as the blood vessels in his face and eye burst, and Jason passes out.

They take him to the hospital, he's ultimately fine. The whole left side of his face is red and his eye looks like it's been stabbed. When Dick freaks out and asks what happened, they tell him it's from Bruce's cooking. A believable lie.

They agree to take a break from Phasmophobia for a while.

[esotericimagesforredpilledpeople]

In the late 1990s, Enron, the infamous energy giant, and MCI, the telecom titan, were secretly collaborating on a clandestine project codenamed "Chronos Ledger." The official narrative tells us Enron collapsed in 2001 due to accounting fraud, and MCI (then part of WorldCom) imploded in 2002 over similar financial shenanigans. But what if these collapses were a smokescreen? What if Enron and MCI were actually sacrificial pawns in a grand experiment to birth Bitcoin—a decentralized currency designed to destabilize global finance and usher in a new world order?

Here’s the story: Enron wasn’t just manipulating energy markets; it was funding a secret think tank of rogue mathematicians, cryptographers, and futurists embedded within MCI’s sprawling telecom infrastructure. Their goal? To create a digital currency that could operate beyond the reach of governments and banks. Enron’s off-the-books partnerships—like the ones that tanked its stock—were actually shell companies funneling billions into this project. MCI, with its vast network of fiber-optic cables and data centers, provided the technological backbone, secretly testing encrypted "proto-blockchain" transactions disguised as routine telecom data.

But why the dramatic collapses? Because the project was compromised. In 2001, a whistleblower—let’s call them "Satoshi Prime"—threatened to expose Chronos Ledger to the SEC. To protect the bigger plan, Enron and MCI’s leadership staged their own downfall, using cooked books as a convenient distraction. The core team went underground, taking with them the blueprints for what would later become Bitcoin.

Fast forward to 2008. The financial crisis hits, and a mysterious figure, Satoshi Nakamoto, releases the Bitcoin whitepaper. Coincidence? Hardly. Satoshi wasn’t one person but a collective—a cabal of former Enron execs, MCI engineers, and shadowy venture capitalists who’d been biding their time. The 2008 crash was their trigger: a chaotic moment to introduce Bitcoin as a "savior" currency, free from the corrupt systems they’d once propped up. The blockchain’s decentralized nature? A direct descendant of MCI’s encrypted data networks. Bitcoin’s energy-intensive mining? A twisted homage to Enron’s energy market manipulations.

But here’s where it gets truly wild: Chronos Ledger wasn’t just about money—it was about time. Enron and MCI had stumbled onto a fringe theory during their collaboration: that a sufficiently complex ledger, powered by quantum computing (secretly prototyped in MCI labs), could "timestamp" events across dimensions, effectively predicting—or even altering—future outcomes. Bitcoin’s blockchain was the public-facing piece of this puzzle, a distraction to keep the masses busy while the real tech evolved in secret. The halving cycles? A countdown to when the full system activates.

Today, the descendants of this conspiracy—hidden in plain sight among crypto whales and Silicon Valley elites—are quietly amassing Bitcoin not for profit, but to control the final activation of Chronos Ledger. When Bitcoin’s last block is mined (projected for 2140), they believe it’ll unlock a temporal feedback loop, resetting the global economy to 1999—pre-Enron collapse—giving them infinite do-overs to perfect their dominion. The Enron and MCI scandals? Just the first dominoes in a game of chance and power.

[calebdatabase]

Caleb • 0400

"Caleb Xia will serve as a stark reminder of the power that Ever possesses across timelines."

SUMMARY | A private glimpse into the Farspace Fleet Colonel’s morning after being plagued with nightmares (and daydreams) about you. 

GENRE | Minor Angst, Missing Scene, Worldbuilding, Plot, Sci-Fi

TAGS | T-Rated, Mullet!ColonelCaleb, Brief mentions of F!MC, She's referred to as his adopted sister, Yearning ofc, Flashbacks, Stalking tendencies, Use of Evol, Mention of death, Brief panic attack, Toring Chip influence, Implied telepathic connection, Pre-Homecoming Wings, Implied feelings, Shower scene hiii, Questionable daydreaming

WC | 2.8k Oneshot A/N | Hi, welcome to my first LADS fic! Call me Vaix. I wanted to explore the significance of Caleb’s Farspace Fleet Colonel uniform and what it represents to him versus outsiders. We often get to see impressions of him in full Colonel mode through MC's pov, but what about when he’s alone with his own thoughts at 4am in the morning? That’s the Caleb I’m trying to uncover here. Enjoy 🩶

© 2025, Caleb Database. All rights reserved. Do not translate or post anywhere.

Caleb is met with pitch black as his eyes split open, skin damp with cold sweat, the Toring Chip working overtime to temper his emotions. He bolts up from his sheets like a spooked animal, fighting to distinguish reality from dreamscape.

Shaky, calloused fingers reach for his tag out of instinct only to graze his collarbone. He’s reminded that it's no longer in his possession and hadn’t been for a long time.

Caleb drops his head forward as he clings to that last perfect image he had of his adopted sister all grown up, right outside their childhood home. He tries to overwrite his haunting memory of nearly being consumed in flames with the stubborn jut of her chin and those bright determined eyes flashing at him just seconds before the incident.

“You can’t protect me forever.”

When she held his gaze and spoke her truth aloud, Caleb had some choice words to say in response. But he bit his tongue instead, conceded to her as he always had. 

And now? Things were different, and he’d be handling business on his own terms.

Thinking back, he wouldn’t have hesitated to forfeit Josephine’s life again to shield his sister completely from the blast. Although losing the woman who raised them no doubt caused the girl grief, there was nothing he would’ve done differently because she came out of it in one piece.

In his brief coma that followed, there wasn’t a second that went by where his subconscious thoughts weren’t filled with her. It was like he was watching an endless loop of their childhood memories bleeding together behind his heavy eyelids.

Some memories felt like home and others didn’t belong– white walls stained with red, endless syringes, the stench of death lingering in the air.

By the time he awoke on his deathbed, he was barely able to make sense of Lucius’ offer in exchange for his survival. In spite of his broken body, he found that he couldn’t quite let go. Not yet. 

In his most tumultuous moments, the common thread of devotion that tethered him to her always remained true.  

Relinquishing his freedom to the Ever Group for a chance at power to keep her safe was the easiest choice to make in his life. And now, he could make himself even more useful, redirecting Ever’s attention off her by molding himself into the ideal vessel for the conglomerate's most groundbreaking project in the works.

Once a pilot in training, he resigned to forfeit his life to the infinite darkness within the Deep Space tunnel. Now having returned to the cosmos that nearly swallowed him whole as the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel, he’d find a way to conquer it.

Caleb fights to steel himself, eyes narrowing in the dark as he kneads his throat. It’s dry and scratchy like he had been talking in his sleep again. Probably screaming. Luckily for him, the dense steel walls that made up his living quarters on the FSCV-01 were soundproof. 

Nightmares always left him disoriented beyond belief upon waking. He should’ve felt relief once he broke out of his dreamscape, but he doesn’t, not entirely. It’s not often he experiences fear while awake, but the effects of his dreams still linger in his nerves. 

Terror is an insidious thing, never failing to discriminate his state of consciousness to impose itself on him.

It made a home in his marrow, housed there since his childhood, festering from endless days spent in laboratories and surgical rooms that seemed like a blur.

He once felt trapped in loss and grief— a seemingly endless cycle when she would reappear in front of him after each experiment as if she were just meeting him for the first time. 

It’s a phenomenon that only occurs when she’s involved. A sensation exacerbated beyond belief by the mere thought of losing the only soul who affirms his miserable existence. An existence that grows more numb by the day...

Suddenly, the Toring chip finally feels like it’s doing its job to regulate his pulse. He breathes easier, but just barely.

Caleb spares a glance over his shoulder; the faint white glow of his alarm clock indicates that it’s just past four in the morning.

It would be unproductive to force himself back to sleep despite feeling like he’s gotten zero rest. By 0600 the starship would reach a point in their voyage that branches off into several different pathways, all marked for exploration.

A seemingly standard mission disguised as a trap set by the fleet’s old guard. Nothing to overly concern himself with aside from guarding his life with vigilance. He'd see to it that the mission would be completed regardless.

‘Just get moving.’

Caleb reaches for a thin silver remote on his bedside table and taps it. When he moves to stand, the floor feels like ice penetrating the soles of his feet but it wakes him up a fair bit.

A massive panel of smooth frosted glass flickers to reveal the inky cosmos swirling with glowing stardust as the starship continues on its set path through the Deep Space Tunnel. Filtered low light fills his otherwise dark room, slightly brightening the space for him to walk through with ease.

The bathroom lights activate to reveal his blurred reflection in the mirror. Ignoring it, he leans over to run the faucet and gathers a handful of frigid water to soothe his throat.

He washes away the sleep from his eyes before flicking droplets from his fingers. When he’s ready to face the state of himself, he lifts his head, bracing his hands on either side of the polished sink.

Dark amethyst eyes bore back at him briefly before they traced down to his bare collarbone. Unkempt tendrils of dark hair are plastered to his cheekbones and curl around the base of his neck.

Caleb hadn’t bothered to cut his hair since the day he was nearly wiped off the face of the earth. Guess he was lucky to still have a full head of hair in the first place after an explosion like that.

A wet sheen of perspiration coating his upper body just confirms his dire need for a routine cold shower.

He wastes no time in shedding his loose black sweatpants and turning the water temperature dial to cold before stepping under the rainfall shower.

Water pelts part of his skin like shards but it briefly soothes the throbbing behind his eyes. Beneath the spray of water, he flexes his right hand absentmindedly, the limb completely numb...

A small but mighty fist raps insistently at the wooden bathroom door. “Caleb you’re taking forever, quit hogging all the hot water!” He rolls his eyes at her insistence but quickly rinses suds from his hair. “I’m taking a cold shower, dummy, and it’s only been five minutes–” “Liar, it’s been twenty!” “Seriously, stop trying to barge in,” his voice drones over the splashing of water. He smirks when his accusation earns an affronted gasp from the younger girl. It's more than easy to picture her cute features scrunched in disgust. “Ew! I am not trying to barge in!”

Caleb scoffs as water trickles into his lashes, then the scene shifts imperceptibly. A sudsy head of hair suddenly leans into his touch, that familiar delicate slope of shoulders tight beneath his fingertips. Tense from combat training and in need of his usual service, he presumes– until she intentionally presses back against him.

Caleb nearly jumps out of his skin, blinking water out of his eyes, and realizes he’s staring at the smooth white wall.

Oh. A flicker of a daydream first thing in the morning was not a good sign. 

Guilt forms in a thick knot within his throat. He releases a sharp breath and pumps body wash into his palm before roughly scrubbing down. Of course, these memories choose to plague him this morning, of all mornings.

Maybe he should have just slid back into bed, endured the nightmares, and allowed his alarm clock to wake him up an hour from now.

Still, his mind threatened to linger there in the comfort of familiarity. Similar to how dark vines used to the shadows twist across a slab of stone warmed by the sun. Nostalgia had a way of suspending him in reverie more than he should’ve allowed. 

Within a few minutes, Caleb emerges from the bathroom with a towel tucked around his waist and icy breath. A double tap on the remote shifts the lighting to something more ambient, subtly revealing streamlined furnishings dipped in black and lustrous silver.

Everything in his quarters was impersonal from the lack of decor on the walls down to the missing photos of a certain someone that belonged on his bedside table. The kitchenette tucked away in the corner was seldom used except to brew coffee when he required a jolt of energy. It’d been a long time since he cooked anything.

The reality was that he only slept and ate on these excursions in rare stints; typical of his schedule even when he was a mere cadet.

Still, if the ruthless girl plaguing his daydreams caught wind of his slacking, his culinary skills would be under scrutiny– but it was futile wish to even entertain.

His hand waves across the air, revealing the luminescence of her hologram portrait. He's only half aware of how his shoulders unwind as he takes in her smile, the perfect balance of amiability and professionalism. So unlike the brat he raised. Caleb’s gaze softens, a rare sight these days.

The girl’s eyes lacked the gleam they once held, her gaze steeled from her experiences. That practiced smile of hers didn't fool him. She looked far from jaded but he could tell she'd been through it.

He had let her go through it all alone.

Would she resent him if she ever discovered he’d been alive all this time? Knowing he let her fend for herself?

Over the past year, he saved every piece of media he could get his hands on whenever she made the headlines as a Hunter. Soundbites of her voice, photos, and interview clips. Especially videos of her whereabouts outside of work, recorded by his private surveillance drones.

Nothing instilled more pride in his heart than seeing how far she’s come in her career. But the more she grows, the closer she gets to the truth…

Wherever whispers of an Aether Core begin, she would inevitably follow without realizing the dangers that lie ahead.

The hologram portrait disappears and dims his features as he drops his hand, fist clenching tight.

If she ever came within the vicinity of the fleet, he would resort to any and all methods to ensure her safety. No matter the cost. He made up his mind about it a long time ago. 

Caleb moves to retrieve the layers of garments that made up his uniform from his closet, slipping them over his taut muscles one by one. 

Black. Grey. Tie. More black. 

Caleb’s almost mindless as he fastens buttons and buckles in place, both human and synthetic skin efficiently hidden by a heavy garb that straightens his subordinate's spines when they lay eyes on it.

He’s worn a myriad of uniforms throughout his twenty-five years, but this was certainly the most prestigious one yet. Most people his age commonly experience bouts of impostor syndrome at an early point in their careers. 

Considering he was fast-tracked into this position by Ever’s influence, he should be the ultimate victim of it. And yet, he’s never wavered about his purpose since stepping foot into this role.

The first time Caleb wore this uniform, he embraced its suffocating weight knowing it would allow him to keep her safe in the only way he knew how.

Lucius silently circled the tall, dark-haired man, observing the way he donned the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel uniform as if he had done so for his entire life. Those who have worked to attain the rank of Colonel were often twice his age. He’d be an anomaly within the fleet, but it did not matter. There was nothing anybody could say or do to evict the new Colonel from his position. The uniform was flawlessly tailored to broad shoulders that would carry out Ever Group’s plans to infiltrate one of the many fleets to come.  Lucius was the kind of scientist who preferred to play to his experiment’s strengths and enhance them to the fullest. Selecting Caleb Xia for this task was a no-brainer for the Professor. Even he could recognize how the uniform conformed to Caleb’s brawn, making him appear more like an otherworldly entity than a pawn to be trifled with. Though, many would try.  The young man’s imposing stature, intelligence, and prowess as a pilot pointed him down this revered avenue of opportunity. Not to mention the underlying grit beneath that exterior of calm, stemming from his past as a child experiment. Whatever lies in his past may be a weakness to exploit later down the line, as needed. But above all, his gravity Evol rendered him practically untouchable. It was the sort of ability Ever lusted over, and now, they finally reclaimed one of two missing experiments they thought they’d lost in the Chronorift Catastrophe all those years ago. In due time they would obtain the other. Leading the simple life of a DAA pilot would have been a complete and utter waste of Caleb’s potential. Surely the boy can see it himself. With the best modifications and the Toring Chip’s influence, he’ll certainly give the fleet’s old guard a run for their money. The dogs may bitch and cry about it before being shipped off to Atley Island, but Caleb Xia will serve as a stark reminder of the power that Ever possesses across timelines.  A testament to Lucius’ great work– but their plan was still just beginning. Something twisted emanated from the Professor who merely inclined his chin towards the young Colonel. Caleb silently acknowledged that from here on out, he would be scrutinized by all from head to toe. He could hide nothing from his masters and enemies, one and the same. But he'd continue to hide it all from her, and if it came down to it, keep her hidden away from the world itself.

The metallic clinking of his regalia pulls Caleb out of the memory, his brows knit tight and that migraine back with a vengeance.

With a slow roll of his shoulders, a heft of gold chains brush against accents of maroon and navy. It settles across his chest, distinguishing him from the rest of his crew.

Pressed white trousers are swiftly tucked inside black leather boots that settle above his calves. A tactical holster containing his personal effects seamlessly clicks into place around his left thigh and his hip.

The Farspace Fleet’s insignia seems to sharpen beneath the overhead lights as he slides the hat into place. Black leather gloves cover up the last of his cold skin.

Caleb is already bound for the command bridge one and a half hours earlier than what's stated on his schedule. His crew will just have to learn to adapt to his time swiftly. 

The starship lurches violently, nearly knocking Caleb off his feet if he hadn’t half the mind to activate his Evol. The abrupt sensation reminds him of when he was trapped in his fighter jet in Deep Space and endured bouts of intense turbulence.

A different era entirely.

Obnoxious sirens swirl in flashes of red throughout the halls causing his head to pound even more incessantly. Caleb remains unfazed and continues to move forward.

Either it was interstellar turbulence or the attempts on his life had begun. If it's the latter, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s a target, nor the last.

At the his will, vantablack swirls split through the plane of space outside the paneled windows of the corridor. The strategically placed vortexes immediately influence the magnetic waves of FSCV-01’s flight path. For now, they'll stabilize the starship’s wild tremors until he can rule out the cause.

Caleb had a feeling he managed to execute something similar on a smaller scale while unconscious inside the belly of the Deep Space Tunnel years ago. Since entering the fleet, he's performed the skill countless times even as a cadet, and would always manage to smooth out the flight path of any vessel he was aboard.

Even without Ever Group pulling the strings for his promotion, the Farspace Fleet would have been stupid not to consider him an eventual candidate for Colonel.

At this point, Caleb was used to the universe's attempts to snuff him out of existence. Would a few extra power-hungry fleet dogs thrown into the mix make a difference?

Caleb fixes his stoic gaze ahead and continues to the brig, mentally shuffling through everything that could’ve gone wrong with the engine, personnel, or weather conditions. Whatever it may be, he'll ensure his starship’s return to Earth.

Because even now, light years away from his home planet, he feels an inexplicable ache within his chest.

Caleb knows he’s but a memory to her.

She’s already moved on. As for him?

He wouldn’t dream of it.

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ch. lxv - babysitting

cursed!jongho × reader

genre : mythology!au, smau

rating : mature; crude jokes and filthy language

buy me coffee ?

wc : 1.3 k

so long i've been here, so long are the stories i've written. of what i gathered and lost, loneliness becomes me and pain refuse to depart from me. i've embraced that which ate me away so when you came along, i had no part of me left to give.

The very minute- nay, the very second you got Yunho and Mingi out the door, you and Jongho immediately collapsed onto the couch with a loud sigh. The two stayed over for a little bit too long which was an understatement because when they came, the sun was still out and they only left after badgering you and Jongho for dinner and dessert.

Due to having to cater to two adult children who came by without any notice. Both you and Jongho sat wordlessly for a bit, enjoying not talking for a bit while Jongho put on whatever song that he wanted.

After the third song, you scoffed and smirked, "You're such a nerd," you teased. Jongho turned and raised an eyebrow at you, "Excuse me? Which of us is majoring in history?" he scoffed back. "You're just jealous that I'm studious, smart, and a scholar. You're jelly that I know so much and all you know is 2nd generation boybands apparently," you teased. Jongho nudged your knee with his in defiance, "Excuse you, but I know a lot! I lived through most of the history you're learning, alright? And Infinite was and still is an icon, I will not apologize for still listening to their songs," he huffed. You rolled your eyes and muttered under your breath, "Songs you said when you listen to The Chaser 75 times on loop," to which Jongho heard and retaliated by throwing a couch cushion at you gently.

His reaction made you laugh and despite teasing him, you went back to a more real topic, "But really, I don't know how people do it," you groaned, catching Jongho's attention, "Do what?" He asked. You huffed and shifted to curl up on the couch, "Take care of children. Multiple children specifically because we just took care of two and I'm about to go absolutely bananas." "I mean... You could ask me, " Jongho answered, causing you to raise an eyebrow at him in slight confusion, "How do you mean?" "Well, I deal with you all the time so I'm practically an expert in child rearing at this point," he teasingly grinned. You scoffed and kicked him on the leg which barely did anything as Jongjo simply cackled and grab your ankle. "You're horrible!" You exclaimed but he didn't it seriously, "Sorry! I'm just kidding, I do enjoy spending time with you!" After eyeing him, you huffed and pulled your ankle from his grip, "As you should, Mr. Choi. I have been nothing but pleasant with you and I refuse to fall into your previous treatment!"

At the mention of his previous treatment towards you, Jongho sheepishly grinned and he started rubbing his thighs nervously, "I was horrible to you, wasn't I?"

He didn't seem like he was particularly trying to be apologetic or anything, he was just stating about how differently he had treated you back then. "Yeah you were but with the working hours and the pay you gave me? I take that over any other jobs, honestly. My classmate told me about his experience working in corporate, about how he basically had no life because his boss would make him come on weekends. He was only an admin staff, he wasn't even involved in any particular projects!" Jongho chuckled at your words, not fully understanding what you meant by "working in corporate" or how bad it is exactly, but he appreciated your passion in the matter. "But really (y/n), who are you to complain about working on weekends when you LIVE in your office?" He smirked.

You scoffed and squinted your eyes at him accusatorily, "Because my boss has no office and his couch is ridiculously comfortable so you can't really blame me for practically moving in!"

Jongho bit his bottom lip, (uselessly) trying to prevent his grin from widening while his eyes wandered around his place. Just from his living room, he could see how his house had changed since you, well, "moved in". The usually empty, barely used couch now had an afghan in one corner and a tiny splatter of food stain. He could no longer find the tag on his oven because you had started using it. Some things were also moved around for convenience, like his vase, which was put in a corner to gather dust. You had managed to move it around so it was given the attention it deserved, admiring it every so often. Then there was the shoe rack you installed because, before that, Jongho simply shoved his shoe underneath the elevated platform that led into his house. Just to bring his sentiment to full circle, Jongho caught the red coffee maker you had hauled yourself because Wooyoung decided to be a menace just to get your attention.

"You have practically moved in, haven't you?" Jongho mused.

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused at this sudden musing.

"I... Have I told you how grateful I am that you've been spending time with me more?" he asked, his head resting on the couch in your direction, causing you to blush slightly at how soft he looked. "What are you talking about?" you coughed, trying to push the embarrassment away (which was futile). "I mean... I... I was lonely. I fit in with my friends and all but I was never one of them, you know? We had different backgrounds and even situations and I think I convinced myself that my loneliness was nothing, I shoved it to the back like my other negative emotions and refused to deal with it so I didn't realize how much I needed to go back to being human until you actually humanize me again and... It actually felt nice."

The way he was smiling at you made you feel all warm and gooey inside and considering you were in his home, talking about how you practically moved in, you felt so domestic. It was more than you can handle truly because you weren't sure how to proceed with Jongho. "Oh please, I-I bet if it wasn't me, someone would've-"

Your words were halted when Jongho reached forward and grabbed your hand in his, effectively shutting you up as he stared into your eyes, unmoving as if he was hypnotizing you which was working because you found yourself relaxing and mirroring his pose.

"But no one did, (y/n). No one but you," he smiled.

It was ridiculous how his words were all it took to pull you into a state of disarray. You felt a tug in your heart, an electrifying, magnetic pull that caused your body to move closer to Jongho's. "Jongho..." You called out, wanting to say something but not knowing what, so you could only call out his name which seemed to cause a chain reaction because soon, Jongho started leaning in also.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, realizing what was about to happen and alarm bells rang in your head, warning you that it was a bad idea to kiss your boss. But you were so drawn into Jongho's plump lips that all senses dulled.

Luckily (or unluckily) for you, Jongho suddenly inhale sharply.

"I need to take a shower," he stated, slowly moving back until there was some distance between the two of you. You almost whined at the lack of proximity, already missing his body warmth but you held it in, you coughed slightly and pulled away yourself. "I... Need to wash the day off of me, Mingi hyung and Yunho hyung did a number on me," he chuckled as he stood up, "Wanna have some tea after this?" You simply blinked and nodded, not really able to say anything. "Alright then, I'll see you in a bit," Jongho grinned, shoving his hands in his pants pocket and walking upstairs to shower in his own room.

As soon as you heard his door closed, you let go of the breath that you didn't even realize you were holding and slumped into the couch. Your brain was working overtime, trying to make sense of things but failing. It didn't help that the song Jongho had put on was still playing, now seemingly like it was mocking you and your situation. Without hesitation, you lifted the cushion on the couch, pressed it onto your face, and screamed. You screamed and screamed to your heart's content because what. the. actual. fuck?

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[letslookatsewing]

In celebration of 10 years of The Bright Sessions (+me starting uni and needing a new backpack) I made a bag inspired by The Infinite Noise by Lauren Shippen.

I've loved this book since first listened to the audio version as a thirteen year old (and read/listened to it wayy too many times since) I've done two school projects involving it and, while I have made a bag inspired by it before, I really wanted to do it justice by incorporating more than just a colour palette and a quote.

For the outside of the bag I used a primary colour scheme, with the yellow and blue for Caleb and Adam and the red drawn from the front cover of the book. I distressed the denim to create white patches and then dyed them.

I used liquid radiance to do all of colouration on the bag. For the front pocket I used the light reactive nature of liquid radiance to create a warped grid pattern like the tiles on the floor of the front cover. It took many skewers, much blu tack and three attempts but I'm happy with how it came out.

The embroidery on the bag flap has a lightbulb, inspired by The Bright Sessions logo and a pair of headphones. The headphones are a reference to the podcast source material and also how music is used throughout the book. I really appreciate how important music is in The Infinite Noise, despite neither character being in a band or studying music or anything of the sort.

The sides have snaps and a water bottle pocket for practicality and I included little loops so I could attach these little adorable heart shaped carabiners for keys and keyrings

Thanks for reading (and if you haven't read the infinite noise please do!!!)

[vermilionstarlight]

Made because I'm bored on the shitter. No shapeshifting because I know this website and I know my sphere of influence and it'll automatically sweep.

A statistically significant portion of you are transgender / therian / queer / autistic / otherkin weirdo freaks (affectionate) (loving) (I fit almost all of these descriptors wholly or partially)

OVERLY DETAILED ELABORATION BELOW THE CUT:

1. Flying - Top speed of Mach 1. You're immune to the negative effects of G force on your body, low pressure environments, low oxygen, low temperatures, and damage from air resistance.

2. Amphibious - Your swimming is not enhanced (you must learn to swim, same as anyone). Any water inhaled is magically turned into breathable air as it passes through your mouth or nose. You are immune to pressures up to and exceeding that of the Marianas trench, low deep-sea temperatures, and the bends. Wildlife that would otherwise be aggressive or dangerous will simply ignore you, and venom from aquatic or semi-aquatic creatures will not affect you. Basically, you're safe from hazards unless you explicitly attack something.

3. Teleport - You have the ability to place the portals (similar to those from the popular video game Portal) at your choosing, and they can be placed at any point in space that you can see. It can be any 2D shape, so long as it fits within the area of a five m^2 square. You can 'bind' the portal to an object (car, wall, article of clothing, yourself), or you can simply have it freestanding in the air and be stationary relative to the Earth's surface. You can only place two pairs of portals at a time. If you attempt to place a new pair, you must choose an existing pair to remove. If you close or remove a portal while something is passing through it, it shears that thing perfectly in two. You can't open a portal in a position or orientation that would have it intwrsect with a solid object, only liquids, gases, or plasma.

4. Time Loop - You can start a time loop of indefinite length at any time. It resets whenever you wish, or when you die, whichever comes first. You can end the current loop at any time, or begin a new loop with a new start point and reset interval/reset condition at any time. You can only have one 'start point' at any given time.

5. Telepathy - At any time, you can think of a specific person and project a thought, concept, emotion, or sensory experience into their mind. Once you do this, it establishes a connection that the recipient can use to transmit in the same fashion. You can create telepathic "group chats" between people, with a maximum of 10 participants (including you). Any participant can exit the connection at any time.

6. Inventory - When you're touching an object, you can will it into an extra-dimensional space. There are no weight or size limits. You can store singular discrete objects, containers and their contents, and "piles" of objects (like a mound of dirt). You cannot store living organisms, meaning any object put into your storage is 100% sterilized. Non-living organic matter (vegetable matter, meat, bone, dead bacteria) can still be stored. You can mentally access this space at any time, and can get a complete mental inventory of everything stored inside it at any time. Time doesn't pass for anything stored in this space, and qualities like arrangement and temperature are preserved. Whenever you wish, you can retrieve an object from the space, and it appears as it was when you stored it, and in any orientation you wish, so long as it's touching you as it comes out (e.g. it comes out of the space in your palm, at your fingertip, on top of your head, touching your ankle, etc.). If you attempt to retrieve an object in an orientation that would make it intersect with anything solid, the retrieval attempt fails.

7. Invisibility - You can, at any time, choose to switch between being visible and being invisible. This does not affect the way light interacts with you, but instead makes it so that anyone perceiving you will contextualize you as not being there, and never having been there recently. The fact that you are walking around, talking, and interacting with the world around them does not change that you are not there to them. Light still reflects off of you and hits their eyes, but they will simply be unaware of the fact that someone walked into the gas station two minutes ago and is standing in front of them right now. Because the you are not there at that moment, most suspicious activities do not register to anyone perceiving you, because you aren't present to them at that moment, and people that are not present aren't able to do things.

8. Healing - When you touch an organism, you are able to heal it of any given perceived malady, affliction, or harmful effect. This relies on the perception of the one receiving the healing, not on the perception of you, the healer. Cancer, aging, alzheimer's, even relatively "minor" afflictions like male pattern baldness or a mild tendency towards pimples. There's no specific limit, so long as the receiver perceives it to be bad or harmful. This also can heal congenital disorders. Specific afflictions can be targeted, so a "full heal" isn't always necessary. If you want to heal someone of a spinal disorder, but they were also raised Catholic and perceive their sexual desires to be inherently harmful and sinful and in need of removal, you as the healer can choose to only heal the former and not the latter, if you are uncomfortable with that. If somebody wishes to have their hearing damage healed, but they are also a paraplegic and consider that to be an important part of their person-hood that shouldn't be changed, it's possible to target specifically the hearing damage and not the paralysis. This ability is also able to affect mental afflictions, chemical imbalances, and the like. This will change the receiver's mind to be in line with whatever they consider to be "healthy," relative to their perceived affliction. It is not possible to apply healing without the desire of the receiver. Verbal consent is not required, only conscious desire for the affliction to be remedied. It's supernatural bullshit, so there's no gray areas. If they would have said yes to an explicit question of consent, you're able to do it even without verbal consent. If they would have said no, then you aren't able. This is specifically to allow emergency life-saving healing, in the case of someone being unable to explicitly verbally consent. Morally dubious, but generally very helpful. Also, so long as you and nobody you care about are killed instantly (or killed too far away for you to heal in time), you and everyone you care about is immortal for as long as any individual desires.

9. Mind-Reading - You are able to non-consensually probe the mind of anyone you can directly see (television screens do not count, there must be direct sight-line between you and the target). You can see any memories they have, though the clarity and veracity of these memories is context-dependent. You can glean their immediate surface thoughts, and you can perceive through their subjective experience. You aren't immediately made aware of their deepest most subconscious desires, but you can analyze and infer from their thoughts and memories to deduce such things. Unless you're skilled in self-reflection and psychology, it won't be easy to immediately understand their entire person-hood. This may be morally dubious at best, but it can be useful for vigilantism and the like, depending on your moral allowance for such things.

10. Skill Retention - Your brain just works better when it comes to getting better at mundane skills. You are not supernaturally more capable than a normal human, you are just able to rapidly get better at things within normal human limits. Skills come easier to you, and not just things like "playing the piano" or "throwing objects" or something. You also find it easier to improve with critical thinking skills, emotional awareness, general kinesthetic coordination, and other such things. Additionally, you retain these skills far better than a normal person can. You don't easily "get rusty" with any sort of skill unless you go entirely unpracticed for decades. You can learn how to perform advanced acrobatics, go unpracticed for 15 years, then pick it back up at almost the exact same level of technical skill. Some tasks require more than just skill and mental capacity, like sports, and you're granted no special ability to get more physically capable. However, this ability does make it significantly easier to learn how to keep yourself disciplined and stick to a routine, allowing you to become more physically capable anyways. You are the most average superhero ever.

11. Clairsentience - You are able to create a supernatural, intangible "camera" whenever you like. You can perceive sounds and sights through this camera, even if you are physically deaf or blind. Your brain functioning is changed so you're able to adequately process two simultaneous sets of sensory input without biologically blue-screening. You can move the camera around as you please, with no range limit, and it's able to move at speeds up to 0.99c (99% of light speed). You can spy on anything, anywhere, whenever you want. Spy on billionaires, spy on political backroom deals, spy on your asshole neighbor to steal their Dropout password.

12. Animal Speech - You can intuitively communicate with and understand any and all animals. Animals that are solitary and lack much social capacity like tigers, polar bears, and some shark species will mostly make for boring and/or antagonistic conversation, though they'll still be able to transmit and receive basic emotions and concepts (territory, fear, food, bright, dark, baby, sex). More social animals, like many canines and felines, will be far better conversation. They still don't have the complex language capacity of a human, but they'll be more amiable even if they aren't generally able to handle more complex concepts. Very intelligent and social animals like crows, orcas, or elephants will likely be mostly comparable to a full human person in terms of conversation, if not functionally the same. They have generally better language capacity than many other animals, and complex social intelligence.

[affirmationcosmos]

1>2>3

What abundance is entering your life right now?

Pile 1: I'm hearing "ooooo Chile things are going to get easier 🎶". The universe want you to know that all matters that have been stressing you out and weighing you down are going to be lifted. Many of you have worked consistently at bettering yourself in many different ways and the universe sees this and wants to reward you with what you deserve. A lighter work load with more pay, better acquaintances and genuine family members that support you. I hear a lot of laughter. Many of you will be celebrating life with those who care about you and many of you will light be weight and jovial. This may also come in the form of weight loss. I'm getting many of you have been consistently working on your body and it is paying off. You will feel better than before so keep going. Many of you will get a major raise(bigger salary and/or more clients/customer) in your funds and will be able to continue thriving in your life. Begin to think of wise ways to invest your new upgrades in wealth!🥂

Pile 2: Are you guys getting a new car!?!?🤩🤩🤩 I'm hearing "vroom, vroom". Many of you will be getting new modes of transportation that will make you feel like your life is on track again. I'm also getting many of you will be taking trips to beautiful locations where you will be up close and personal with wild life. Some of you may even take an interest in horse riding. Many of you will also experience a flourishing of your hair. I see dark brown and black hair which some of you may have. Your hair will thrive especially during this time. Keep up with your hair routine because it is working. I'm also getting that many of you will experience an upgrade to your love life. For singles, you may be meeting a new person who will be your perfect match and meet your standards well and beyond. Always be sure to vet people long term and make sure to never settle for anything less than what you know you deserve. For those already in a relationship, I'm seeing your love will deepen and become richer with love and admiration for each other. Baecations are definitely on the horizons. Drinking lots of water would benefit you at this time 🌊.

Pile 3: I'm hearing wedding bells!!!!! Many of you will be getting engaged here soon!!!! Get ready it's going to be your dream proposal. I'm getting "he/she is the one". Wow your person really loves you and you two are destined to do great things together. Many of you will have an abundance of beautiful experiences and memories together. Some of you may even be expecting a child together (so lovely!!!!!!). I'm getting rays of sunshine. Maybe some of you are Leo's or just have a very sunny disposition in life. I'm also getting that many of you will be experiencing an amazing amount of infinite luck during this time and and any projects that you are working on will be successful. Your positive outlook on life is helpfing you win big time and your glass is always half way full. Many of you will also be experiencing random large sums of money being given to you for the great and good karma you have put out into the world. Clap for yourself because you are on an infinite loop of winning. Besure to get enough sleep during this time, you operate better when you've slept good.🌞