#universal sphere vortex

[kelemengabi]

Human wave Fem / Masc Octave

[spinallyspiraling]

In truth, the kingdom of heaven is within man far more completely than he realizes; and as heaven is in his own nature, so earth and hell are also in his constitution, for the superior worlds circumscribe and include the inferior, and earth and hell are included within the nature of heaven. As Pythagoras would say; "The superior and inferior worlds are included within the area of the Supreme Sphere." So all the kingdoms of earthly nature, the minerals, the planes, the animals, and his own human spirit are included within his physical body, and he himself is the appointed guardian spirit of the mineral kingdom and he is responsible co the creative hierarchs for the destiny of the scones and metals." ~ Manly P. Hall, Melchizedek and the Mystery of Fire

Jacob's Ladder / 33 segments of the Spinal Column, 33 Degrees of Freemasonry, 33 years the life of Christ.

The Physiological, anatomical, Chemical nature of Man and his spirituality. The microcosm within the macrocosm. To understand the huge and lovely Universe and all its secrets, all you need to understand is the mini-Youniverse. Your body, and its Spiritual secrets, encoded in the Bible, described in the Vedas and most of the other sacred books. The agenda though, of each institution which gives you this same ancient wisdom, is different for each.

You ascend the 33 steps one by one. One (ARC) degree at a time. At the top, the (33rd degree) you reach the domed temple of initiation. This is like the Kundalini energy rising up through the 7 energy chakra-vortexes (Menorah) in your spine.

[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

empire of death thoughts+reactions part 1

previously onnnn (super short sdlkfj)

HOP ON, COWBOY

sdlkjs morris a literal 13 year old having guns on his lil' scooter thing.is UNIT ok.

omg even the vlinx TOT

the birds will sings again!!!!!!

dust of death mmm delicious alliteration

"im sorry there's nothing we can do. we're dead" vibes

loving this action sequence ngl

WATCHA TALKING ABOUT

maybe is not [insert character]. maybe mrs flood is just an old lady who is Like This.

"my true name" "ur true maker" whats her true maker if not RTD!!! / clowning

"we've got worse problems" that's gonna come back to bite him skdfljdskl

does anyone remember the clara / 1 paintdoktahwho comic "dont take that one. take the tv"

thats what im thinking ot

(askdjlad UGH my iplayer stopped so i refreshed and while skipping to the place i think i spoiled my self for susan ?? TOT sutpid internet stupid preview skipping thumbnail function grrrr) im not a tardis smasher in general but the memory tardis….. would. maybe

"remember it harder" i would be a useless companion here tbh. memory of a goldfish.i would doom the earth.

IT'S A TV SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT'S TELLING THE STORY OF YOUR LIFE

I MADE A JIGSAW OF YOUR HISTORY SDKLFJSLKJF

AAAAAGHHH

sdflkdfj sutekh spining in the vortex. 2 cute

the temple……….. tardis as the thing in the hill meta INTENSIFIES

"so many secrest" um TIMELESS CHILD FUGITIVE MEMORIES FOBWATCH????

oh ok i jut got spoiled for the clip OF susan sdlkfjdskl FALSE ALARM FOLKS

"never yours again, never"

my angels of death………………..

"i find that good" i feel they did this same exact phrasing once for a "death is beautiful" monster like this but i cant remember which story?

also, flux? flux anyone? 13 vs entropy itself?

"i am an extinction event" OOF

(oh this clicks on why the doctor clings sm to living / immortality despite how much it hurts)

memory is a time machine TOT idk but that Hits Harder

"sutes" dlkjfslfk cute

"and doesnt it feel good?" holy shit

yayy mel's not dead yet

MEL GRABBING SIX'S COAT IM FINEIM FINE IM FINE

(idk why but that's what's made me cry slkfjsd)

"ruby roo" sdkljsfd

lasdkj if a regular tardis is 6 people driven then a memory tardis is probably meant to be piloted by every single doctor and companion ever

"meleanie b" TOT (doctor trait unlocked: when 15 is stressed he intensifies on the cutsey nicknames)

CHEKOV'S INGELLITEN GLOVE !!!!! damn i thought for a second about putting that on my bingo card but didnt skldfj

i like that the subtext of "when disaster comes, he's there" / "the tardis is an ommen of death" & "he has one constant companion… death" isn't literally being stated as being "sutekh did it lol" lol cause that would feel a lil cheap. i think instead rtd took a smarter choices of keeping that subtext, but keeping it that stricly speaking what sutekh did was just putting the susan copies everywhere.

73 yards……………

omg wait so in a memory tardis u can remmeber anything to existence………….. what if heiimagines susan at the end

(MOLECULAR BOND ROGUE CALL BACK?)

73 yards…………. HOW DO U KNOW THAT. I JUST DO. SHE'S JUST GOOD AT CONVERTING UNITS DAMN. LET RUBY BE GOOD AT UNIT CONVERSIONS DOCTOR.

ohh wait so this connects perception filters and 73 yards. put on a pin on that (and presumably……. taking down the perception filter is what happened re: ruby? that's why people ran away? people saw beyond her perception filter to the elderitch abomination bellow?)

"you've landed on earth a 100th times" is probably a huuude understimation lol

"she was reborn stronger each time. this monumental figure" dr. who as a cultural institution meta

shots outside the tardis my beloved

1999….. the movie... 2005 …. obvious. 1066 was the fire of london right? with 5?

this is rlly working for me ngl. dr who is all about death meta but it's literal but it's not

and a lso the whole. when u are a time traveler everyone is already dead. we must be like ghosts to u . etc etc

telos… THE OOD SPHERE noooo

mel being like "well…. at least 1% of the universe is fine. that's all right then" .

this |5 "it's all my fault" beat feels a lil' weird until u remember [all the traumas] / flux trauma and then it's like yeah i getchu doc i too take everything bad that happens as proof that it is my fault even tho, factually, it makes no sense as a reaction. trauma/depression girlies united.

THE SUN IS DEAD. rip 42's sun.

omg thank u sutekh for finally fixing that over-blue colorization in the unit set. not all heroes wear capes tbh.

aaaand the end.

fade to black.

doctor who is done! we can all go home and become trekkies everybody. congrats!

[homebrewsno1asked4]

Lloigor

Another Call of Cthulhu monster!

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Lloigor

 Art by Christopher Burdett!

Your foe –unseen until now – warps space and bends light as a horrible form appears. At a glance, you could mistake it for a dragon. But it has too many eyes and limbs, and its mouth distends like its body is a sheath of reptilian skin. 

In its most common form, a lloigor is invisible to conventional senses. Lloigors must alter their geometry to manipulate physical objects; in our visual spectrum, this condensed form resembles a grotesque pastiche of a dragon. Besides a similar shape, comparable strength, and humanoid-enslaving tendencies, these interstellar horrors have nothing in common with dragons.

Upon outgrowing (read: dominating and desiccating) their distant home sphere, the lloigors’ creator-god (also named Lloigor) taught its children the secrets of space travel. Since leaving home, the lloigors spread violent atrocities, empires based on fear and sacrifice, and countless people reshaped as wretched works of flesh-based art. A few great mages – of races that far predate modern humanoids – managed to craft symbols that drive away the lloigor scourge, symbols transmuted and cheapened over time into common glyph-based spells.

However, the lloigors did not realize their folly until they enjoyed several millennia of colonizing other planets. A connection to their deity and homeland was the source of their terrifying psychic prowess; ever since spreading across the universe, the lloigors’ powers were weakening. Only by consuming intelligent minds can lloigors recapture a fraction of their terrible power. After numerous rebellions, the humiliated lloigors retreated to the shadows and caverns of various worlds.

Lloigor

Small (vortex form)/large (reptilian form) Aberration, Lawful Evil

Armor Class 16 (many-angled)

Hit Points 161 (17d10 + 68)

Speed 30 ft. (reptilian form only), hover 30 ft. (vortex form only)

Vortex Form: STR 1(-5) DEX 16(+3) CON 19(+4) INT 21(+5) WIS 18(+4) CHA 18(+4)

Reptilian Form: STR 23(+6) DEX 16(+3) CON 19(+4) INT 21(+5) WIS 18(+4) CHA 18(+4)

Saving Throws Cha +8, Con +8

Skills Deception +8, Intimidation +8, Perception +8

Damage Resistances fire, nonmagic (Reptilian form), psychic (Reptilian form)

Damage Vulnerabilities radiant

Damage Immunities cold, force (Vortex form), nonmagic (Vortex form), psychic (Vortex form)

Condition Immunities charmed, frightened, frozen

Additional Immunities for Vortex Form blinded, deafened, grappled, poisoned, prone, restrained

Senses Darkvision 150 ft., passive Perception 18, truesight 120 ft.

Languages Common, Deep Speech, Draconic, Infernal, Undercommon

Challenge 11 (7,200 XP)

Proficiency Bonus +4

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Innate Spellcasting. The lloigor's innate spellcasting ability is Intelligence (spell save DC 17, +9 to hit with spell attacks). It can innately cast the following spells, requiring no components. However, it does need to expend Leeched Mental Energy (LME, from here on). Assume any lloigor has 4d6 stored LME at the start of an encounter.

Free Spells: gust, mage hand (hand is invisible), mind sliver (3d6) 2-point Spells: catapult 3-point Spells: detect thoughts, dissonant whispers (level 2), gust of wind, mind spike, misty step 5-point Spells: fireball, sending, slow, wind wall 6-point Spells: confusion, dimension door, polymorph, Raulothim's psychic lance 7-point Spells: Bigby’s hand (hand is invisible), control winds, create spelljamming helm, telekinesis

Bound by the Signs. Certain timeless sigils can repel the lloigor and its depraved magicks.

If a lloigor damages any creature protected by warding bond, the lloigor takes the caster’s share of the damage.

The lloigor takes maximum damage from glyph of warding.

Death ward heals all effects (except damage) from the lloigor’s fleshwarping – even regenerating severed limbs.

A lloigor can’t even attempt to enter any area protected by guards and wards, even by teleportation.

Deadly Pessimism. Lloigors’ minds are endless wells of hatred and pessimism – too much for even the most spiteful mortal mind-reader to bear. Any creature that tries to read a lloigor’s thoughts is subject to a DC 17 Wisdom saving throw.

Success: The mind-reader escapes the abyss of the lloigor’s thoughts with nothing but a searing headache. For 1 minute, the mind-reader rolls Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma checks with disadvantage since it hurts to concentrate.

Failure: The mind-reader is afflicted with short-term madness.

Failure by 10 or More: The mind-reader is afflicted with long-term madness.

Critical Failure: The mind-reader dies.

Legendary Resistance (3/Day). If the lloigor fails a saving throw, it can choose to succeed instead.

Star-Treader. The lloigor doesn’t need to breathe, and it can shrug off extreme cold (included in stat block). 

Actions

Multiattack. In its reptilian form, the lloigor makes one Bite attack and two Claw attacks. The lloigor has no physical attack options in vortex form.

Bite (Reptilian Form only). Melee Attack: +10 to hit, reach 5 ft., 1 target. Hit: 12 (1d12 + 6) piercing damage. 

Claw (Reptilian Form only). Melee Attack: +10 to hit, reach 5 ft., 1 target. Hit: 10 (1d8 + 6) slashing damage.

Fleshwarp (Recharge 5-6). In reptilian form, the lloigor must touch its target. A lloigor in vortex form can attempt to warp any target within 60 ft. Targets make a DC 16 Constitution save as their own bodies twist and rebel. On a failure, the target takes 8d10 necrotic damage, and one of their features are bent to the lloigor’s whims – a limb, torso, neck, head shape, or facial feature. On a success, the target takes half damage, and no transformation occurs. On a critical failure, the lloigor gains enough control over the flesh to exact one of their favorite punishments: shriveling limbs. The target loses the use of an arm or leg (DM’s choice).

Reversing the lloigor’s fleshwarping requires casting remove curse or greater restoration at level 6 – or, curiously, a regular 4th-level casting of death ward. 

Bonus Actions

Condense/Refract. The lloigor changes between Vortex and Reptilian form. If a lloigor changes into its reptilian form thirty feet or more off the ground, it is subject to fall damage.

Reactions

Feed on Anguish. When a lloigor deals damage to another creature, the lloigor can use its reaction to regain 1d4 LME.

Legendary Actions

The lloigor can take 3 legendary actions, choosing from the options below. Only one legendary action can be used at a time and only at the end of another creature's turn. The lloigor regains spent legendary actions at the start of its turn.

Attack. The lloigor makes one Bite or two Claw attacks.

Cast a Spell (Costs 3 Actions). The lloigor casts one of its spells, using the normal amount of LME. 

Recalculate. The lloigor attempts to recharge its Fleshwarp ability.

Lair Actions

On initiative count 20 (losing initiative ties), the lloigor can take one of the following lair actions; the lloigor can't take the same lair action two rounds in a row:

Psychic Vampirism. The lloigor targets a random sleeping humanoid within 6 miles of its lair. The target loses 1d4 Intelligence, Wisdom, or Charisma (lloigor’s choice), and the lloigor gains an equal amount of LME. The target suffers a level of exhaustion all the next day, but another long rest will cure both the exhaustion and the ability loss. The target only dies if the ability damage reduces that ability to 0.

Summon Prey. The lloigor chooses any living mortal creature in the universe. The target makes a DC 16 Wisdom saving throw. On a success, the target is summoned to a random point within 1 mile of the lloigor. On a failure, the prey is teleported within 100 feet of the lloigor. 

Warp Time. The lloigor must also spend the rest of its stored LME to use this lair action. Every creature in the lair must reroll initiative. The lloigor can choose not to reroll.

Regional Effects

The region surrounding a lloigor's lair is altered by the lloigor's magic, creating one or more of the following effects:

For 6 miles around the lloigor’s lair, people tend to act uncharacteristically dour and negative.

Long-term exposure to the lloigor’s presence stains water and stone a jade tint. This jade stain is only visible if the lloigor’s been around for over a year, and the unnatural color is more noticeable as you approach the lair. Although a gorgeous color, looking at these lloigor-changed features instills nausea, as if the earth itself is warning you to turn back.

The lloigor practices its fleshwarping on local wildlife. Many beasts within 6 miles of the lair bear grotesque mutations. 

If the lloigor dies, the mood-altering effect vanishes immediately. The other effects are, unfortunately, permanent. 

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DESIGN NOTES        

I know in RAW you can’t cast remove curse or greater restoration at higher levels – but why not? I don’t think you should be able to remove a high-level monster’s debilitating curse with a level 3 spell in every healer’s back pocket.

[jylesthejester]

Okay, multiversal casino staff and a bit of lore before I get too sucked into my hyperfixations and forget about it

[NOTE 1 !! If you want to make a similar concept feel free but do not take my concept entirely! You can make something SIMILAR but not EXACT replica please! I don't mind inspiration but do tag me in any art or rambles because I LOVE to see people be inspired by things or something I make!]

[NOTE 2 !! Some of these characters may act out of canon when I draw them (If I do), some of their Lore might be different, there is an explanation for it here, don't pummel me for it please.]

Origin/Main concept : The multiverse casino was originally made to be a hangout spot for people from other universes, somewhere where they could relax and discover other universes. This worked, but eventually they needed more Staff to help out on all the floors.

Why these specific characters for staff members? (Staff members are shown later) : I picked from my favorite characters from various fandoms (excluding any of my favorite children characters (theres only one here cause theyre celestes friend.)) and threw them here, they're all categorized by the card categorization I have.

Categorizations : There's both the card symbol organization, there will be a section for it at the end of the staff lists.

How does the multiverse casino get its staff? : they find almost exact copies of the universe they're trying to get a staff member from, and they talk to the person they're trying to bring in and see if they'd like to join. Old staff members get their memories of the casino entirely wiped before being returned back to their universes like nothing happened (this essentially happens whenever I leave a fandom)

Owners : Maxie Kanth (Minty) and Stella Novaflare (Sleepy)

Co-owners : Reagan Caballero and Kaede Archemoros

Staff members (fandom characters) : Popee The performer(PTP), Kedamono(PTP), Sammy Lawrence(BATIM), Boris(BATIM), Sun(TSAMS), Moon(TSAMS), Eclipse(TEAPS), Puppet(TEAPS), Frank(TSAMS/TEAPS), Francis(TEAPS), Jack-o-moon(TSAMS), Molten(TSAMS), Lunar(TSAMS/TEALS), Vegeta(MAFS/TEAPS), Dr Panik(Block City/HMF), Henry(Block City/HMF), Henric(Merge City/HMF), Dr Kalm(Merge City/HMF), Casey Jones(TMNT 2012), Panikbot(Block City/HMF), Jim davis(HMF), Therapist(HMF), Action(HMF), Rickutto(HMF), Darko(HMF), Hooper(HMF), Brandon(HMF), Aris(HMF), Rage(HMF), Mist(HMF), Birdie(HMF), Frosty(HMF), Little Ropo(TLC), Little Jack(TLC), Scuba Steve(TLC), Sharky(TLC), Luke(MCH), Peter(MCH), Goldy(MCH), Donald Duck(Ducktales), Pigsy(LMK), Redson(LMK), Googz/Parker(RTGC), Playtime(Baldis Basics), Tiger/Kotetsu(T&B), Jyles(OoO), Jon(LJ), Davis(LJ), Casey Jones(TMNT 1990)

Staff members (ocs) : Celeste Kanth Novaflare, Reagan Caballero, Alix Caballero, Gacey Xanthe, Kaede Archemoros, Palin Rockefeller, Lila Gear, Kaypen, Orbides, Inky Inkwell, Party Favor, Gelatin, Nova Starstruck, Tobey<3, Al Sokolov, Zin Sokolov, Ekko Hamato Jones, Jyles!!, Donavan Adamski, Ooze, Mutagen, C.A.G.E., Cain, Adaliah, Kuiper, Vortex, Raka, Juno, Epona, Zola, Lennox, Kay, Mirage, Asy/Asylum, Runaway, Jester, Gore, Clowny, Unalive, Intrusive, Joker, Ricin, Jimson, Chrome, Lily, Caleb, Kat, Boo, Loi, Noir, Moichii, Florence, Boyd, Cherub, Disco Cat, Karmen/Candy, Draven Adamski, Annabelle Sokolov, Beatrice Sokolov, Ohnn Sokolov, Tails Sokolov, Marij Achlys, Viper Jones, Lee Achlys, Lyra Cezhial, Atlas Cezhial, Celestino Cezhial, Helios Cezhial, Sammy Corvus, Crow Corvus, Hanahaki Corvus, Zeru Feller, Toxinz, Moichi, Zim/Theo, Chester, Jyles, Lyco, Gyre-Vortex/Malachi, Klown, Tom, Red, Carolyn Achlys, Wade Achlys, Kurtis Jones, Circuit O’Neil, Cyber Achlys, Lyn Achlys, Amaris Jones, Callisto Jones, Saturn Jones, Martin Jones, Alix the Arachnid, Gala, Dae, Bubble, Melanie, Finn, Gabriel, Mono, Xavier, Jassie, Axel, Flare Starstruck, Lala Tunes, Marie Melancholy, Chat Swoop, Lunar Lovelock, Bisty Isty, Dipsy Dip, Seraphim Sphere, Stephan Squared, Staine Sharp-Sphere, Glacier Glitters, Pluto Prince, Gale Games, Chassy Charcoal, Bea Buzzy, Diamond Dazzle, Tipsy Ticks, Benny Bronze

Old staff members : Tenya Iida (MHA & Might come back), Bakugou Katsuki (MHA & Might come back), Shinsou [forgot last name] (MHA), Shota Aizawa (MHA), Sundrop (FNAFSB), Moondrop (FNAFSB), Cuphead (Casino Cups), Mugman (Casino Cups), Sans(Undertale), Papyrus(Undertale) [Theres more but I can’t remember)

Original staff members that are still here : Popee The Performer (PTP), Sammy Lawrence (BATIM)

(The category things only apply to fandom characters)

Card organization :

Popee The performer(PTP) ♦️

Kedamono(PTP) ♠️

Sammy Lawrence(BATIM) ♠️

Boris(BATIM) ♠️

Sun(TSAMS) ♦️

Moon(TSAMS) ♦️

Eclipse(TEAPS) ♣️

Puppet(TEAPS) ♠️

Frank(TSAMS/TEAPS) ♠️

Francis(TEAPS) ♦️

Jack-o-moon(TSAMS) ♦️

Molten(TSAMS) ♠️

Lunar(TSAMS/TEALS) ♦️

Vegeta(MAFS/TEAPS)❤️

Dr Panik(Block City/HMF)♣️

Henry(Block City/HMF) ♠️

Henric(Merge City/HMF) ♠️

Dr Kalm(Merge City/HMF) ♣️

Casey Jones(TMNT 2012) ♦️

Panikbot(Block City/HMF) ♦️

Jim davis(HMF) ♦️

Therapist(HMF)♣️

Action(HMF) ♣️

Rickutto(HMF) ♦️

Darko(HMF) ♠️

Hooper(HMF) ♠️

Brandon(HMF)❤️

Aris(HMF) ♠️

Rage(HMF) ♦️

Mist(HMF) ❤️

Birdie(HMF) ❤️

Frosty(HMF) ♠️

Little Ropo(TLC) ♣️

Little Jack(TLC) ♦️

Scuba Steve(TLC) ♠️

Sharky(TLC) ♣️

Luke(MCH) ♠️

Peter(MCH) ♦️

Goldy(MCH) ♠️

Donald Duck(Ducktales) ♣️

Pigsy(LMK) ♦️

Redson(LMK) ♦️

Googz/Parker(RTGC) ♠️

Playtime(Baldis Basics) [celestes friend] ❤️

Tiger/Kotetsu(T&B) ♠️

Jyles(OoO) ❤️

Jon(LJ) ♣️

Davis(LJ) ♠️

Casey Jones(TMNT 1990) ♦️

The card symbols don't exactly determine where in the building they all work, it just really depends on their shifts.

Each of the main ocs in this story(Maxie, Stella, raegan, etc) has a favorite character they like to hang around, so heres that :

Maxie - Popee The Performer (PTP)

Stella - Sammy Lawrence (BATIM)

Raegan - Dr Panik & Henry (Horrormashfriends)

Lix - Jack-o-moon (TSBS)

Kaede - Mist (Horrormashfriends)

Gacey - Action (Horrormashfriends)

Palin - Frank (TSBS)

Lila - Redson (LMK)

Uhhh yeah that's the staff- :3

(Skitters off [I'll likely come back w more art n stuff])

[yourfriendlybi]

Inktobertale: Reap What You Sow

 Ink never thought it would happen, he thought he was safe with his two children, Dream and Nightmare, but oh boy was he wrong. He should’ve known this would have happened though, with how cruel the Creators can be.

 Why is he so surprised that they would agree to a Multiverse rest? Why is he surprised that THEY would take away his happy ending with his two children? Anger was stirring in the small artist, he felt like buckets of dark crimson red paint were pouring on him.

 He was drowning in the color, unable to see reason or have any sense, all he wanted at that moment was revenge, for his children, for how the Creators had wronged him, for his other variants that were wronged. 

…..

…….

………

 For the first time in his long life, he wanted to hurt others. Bloodlust was the emotion he felt, a very rare emotion he felt but it was still there. He felt like he was on fire, unable to put it out. He didn’t even feel real.

…

…..

……

 All of this is some sort of fucked up story, is it not? He has worked and seen what the Creators can do, he has seen all of the scripts for every single alternate universe and timelines. So, why doesn’t he do his job as the “Multiverse Protector” and help them be released from their roles? 

The artist had a jack-o-lantern face, he seemed to have completely lost his mind, which is fair, you don’t live this long and not lose the rest of your fragile sanity.

 “The Creators will reap what they sow.” Ink laughed like a maniac.

 Ink took out Broomie, his oversized paint brush, splashing black paint on the golden grass of one of the islands of the Doodle Sphere. The paint made a vortex on the ground and the crazed ex-Protector jumped in, ready to “help” his friends and release them of their stories.

Credits:

-Ink!Sans: Comyet/Myebi

-Dream!Sans & Nightmare!Sans: Jokublog

-Painted Applesverse: Yours Truly!

[mrleopard25]

Doctor Who Regeneration Series Revisited: The Eleventh Regeneration

Wilfred: “Still with us?” The Tenth Doctor: “System’s dead.  I absorbed it all.  Whole thing’s kaput.  Oh!  Now it opens…yeah.” Wilfred: “Well, there we are then!  Safe and sound.  Mind you, you’re in a hell of a state.  You’ve got some battle scars there. But they’ve…your face!  How did you do that??” The Tenth Doctor: “It’s started.”

Story (from “The End of Time (Parts 1 and 2)” and “The Eleventh Hour”):

After hearing the prophesy that his life will end after hearing a man knock four times the Doctor goes on numerous trips through time and space to avoid his fate. Finally Ood Sigma contacts the Doctor and convinces him to come to the Ood Sphere. Once there Ood Sigma informs the Doctor of not only the Master’s reincarnation but a dark force threatening to wipe out all of existence (again).

The Doctor arrives at Earth in the present day to find that billionaire Joshua Naismith has acquired a devise called the Immortality Gate and plans on using it to grant his daughter immortality. However he can not get it to work and has kidnapped the Master to fix it. The Master’s reincarnation was incomplete, however, and he has become unstable, brimming with strange telekinetic powers and requiring a constant supply of meat (even live humans).

The Master sabotages the Gate before the Doctor can stop him and changes the function of it to overwrite ever human’s DNA and mind with that of the Master’s, except Donna Noble due to her subdued but still imbued half Time-Lord nature (see “Journey’s End”) and her grandfather Wilfred (who the Doctor has protected).

However the true nature of the Gate soon becomes apparent. In the last day of the Time War the Lord President Rassilon (more on this later) and the High Council, save two, voted on sending the whole of Gallifrey into another time and place, away from where the War Doctor was about to use The Moment. To achieve this they had sent a signal through the time vortex into the mind of the Master when he was a child and staring into The Untempered Schism (see “The Sound of Drums”). It was this signal that drove him mad. And now that the Master is using a Whitepoint Star Diamond with the Immortality Gate, the Time Lords can escape the Time War.

At first the Master tries to take advantage of this opportunity by using the Gate to overwrite the Time Lords biology as he did with the Humans but Rassilon easily thwarts this attempt. The Doctor warns the Master that the Time Lords have to be sent back and reveals that during the Time War the Time Lords became insane with the evils they had committed.  Indeed, now free of the war, they intend to evolve themselves to a higher plane of existence at the cost of the universe itself.

As the war-torn Gallifrey begins to appear in Earth’s orbit the Doctor, with Wilfred’s gun, finds himself having to choose between severing one of the two points keeping the link open: the Master or Rassilon. He hesitates between shooting either until he sees one of the dissenting High Council is a woman he recognizes. She nods to him and the Doctor is inspired. He turns and shoots the Whitepoint Star Diamond, destroying the focus of the link. The Time Lords start being sent back into the Time War and Rassilon prepares to kill the Doctor with his gauntlet before he vanishes. The Master, infuriated that his whole tormented life was orchestrated by the Time Lords’ plan, rushes at Rassilon and the two fall into the Gate and back into the War to be killed.

The Doctor, astonished that he is still alive, suddenly hears four knocks from Wilfred, who is in a chamber sealed for the Immortality Gate’s radiation purge.  The only way out is for someone to go into the adjacent chamber and release the door mechanism. Wilfred pleads with the Doctor to not bother saving him, as he is an old man who has already lived his life. The Doctor is anguished at first with being confronted by this scenario but knows he can not sacrifice Wilfred’s life for his own.  He goes into the second chamber and releases Wilfred just as the radiation purges and seeps into his body.

With the radiation released the chamber door opens and Wilfred perceives the Doctor as being all right. The Doctor reveals that he is dying due to radiation poisoning then leaves.  While dying the Doctor visits all his past companions to see how they are faring (but we only see a select few) even pausing to wish Rose Tyler a happy New Year in January 2005.

Staggering into the TARDIS the Doctor engages in flight before tearfully admitting he doesn’t want to go.  The regeneration commences explosively, shooting radiation and heat out of his body, and devastates the TARDIS console room.  The regeneration complete, the Doctor inspects himself cheerfully to see how he looks and then remembers the ship is plummeting towards the Earth.

Crashing in a backyard pool in 1996, the Doctor climbs out of the dilapidated TARDIS and meets 10 year old Amelia Pond.  The Doctor demands to be fed and Amelia tries to feed him an assortment of food, which the Doctor in his confused state believes to all be poisonous.  He soon discovers that Amelia is haunted by a crack in her wall which is a crack in space-time leading to an Atraxi prison.  And coming from that crack is a message that “Prisoner Zero has escaped.”

Production:

After three full years David Tennant and the production team had taken the already successful Doctor Who and built upon it.  Ratings were consistently high, and every season head writer / executive producer Russell T Davies was shooting for bigger and better things in the program.

Under his wings plot elements from the classic series crept back in for a new audience including Davros (creator of the Daleks), the Sontarans, the Macra, and the Master.  There was even an appearance of the Fifth Doctor in “Time Crash.”  At this point there was no question that not only was it a continuation of the old series, but was as popular as it as well. David Tennant became as recognized in the role as Tom Baker had been thirty years before.

However Tennant decided that he had spent enough time on the series and was game to move on.  Likewise the production team was ready to move on as well and Davies was ready to hand over his titles to Steven Moffat, a regular writer on the series. To ease the transition, in lieu of another season, 2009 would have five hour-long specials airing through out the course of the year: Christmas 2008, Easter, November 15th, Christmas 2009, and New Years 2010.

Steven Moffat was the most logical choice to fill the shows Davies was leaving behind. Again, he was already writing for the program, and he was also a long-time fan. Sitting down with the rest of the new production team (executive producers Piers Wenger and Beth Willis, and producer Tracie Simpson) it was a consensus that they wanted to find a older, more distinguished actor.  26 year old Matt Smith was the first person to audition and greatly impressed the team.  However they continued to audition others because they were worried about passing the torch to someone so young.

In the end the team couldn’t find anyone who matched Smith’s obvious talent and hired him on, making him officially the youngest actor to play the Doctor so far.  Unlike Tennant, Smith had no real exposure to Doctor Who before.  Granted, he was aware of it but he was from a generation that grew up in that gap between series.  So Smith took the assignment to heart and watched some old stories to catch up.

The production team’s initial idea for the Eleventh Doctor’s costume was actually more like Captain Jack Sparrow from the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise (a chic swashbuckler?). However Smith became quite taken with the Second Doctor’s portrayal upon watching “Tomb of the Cybermen,” and insisted on a costume more reminiscent of that. He noted that the chic swashbuckler look was not how the Doctor would dress himself, and instead brought back the bowtie.

As for the regeneration itself, Davies’ team had already firmly established that unlike regenerations in the old series they wanted consistent-looking effects. As such, when the Master regenerated in the Tenth Doctor story “Utopia” it was basically the same effects but with a few different colours. So when the Doctor regenerated in this story we see essentially the same effect yet again with one notable difference: the explosion of fire outwards.  This served the story well too; after this devastation they could change the TARDIS set.

Analysis:

When I wrote the original version of this article, I had serious qualms about the Doctor lamenting how much he didn’t want to go. I thought it took away from his assertion of his identity over the temptings of the Time Lord Victorious, and removed some of the heroic nature of his character. After all we had seen him stare down the biggest threat to all of creation while still finding the bravery to accept death through sacrifice. And further to that, I felt the shrieks of despair of ravenous Doctor Who fanatics who were crying their eyes out and wailing back to their television screens that they also didn’t want him to go.

But I’ve come to reevaluate this stance.

While I will admit there is definitely some fan service, and arguably some writer service, in going back and seeing all the companions and having the Doctor begin to weep at his upcoming regeneration, I don’t think it is just that. Firstly with hindsight we now know that the Doctor is now using up his last regeneration. So this is more than just regenerating - this is his final regeneration and is one step closer to death. And in that time we is still filled with regret over the Time War. Not only does he still have no way to absolve that guilt, but he had to reaffirm it by ensuring that the High Council and the Master were forced to stay behind on Gallifrey while it burned. And that the planet itself was sent back into the hellfire. That’s pretty rough!

Remember, he has no memory of the events of “The Day Of The Doctor”!

He has also had to watch as an actual half-human doppelganger is now living in an alternate universe with one of the very few women he has allowed himself to fall in love with. Actually scratch that: he didn’t just watch it, he facilitated it. His best friend, Donna, has had her mind wiped and is living as a more shallow previous version of herself.

But perhaps most telling of this mentality comes from his experience in “Human Nature” and “The Family Of Blood”. As the human John Smith (missing his Time Lord memories and nature), he fell in love with Joan Redford and intended to spend his life with her. The Doctor retains those memories and even shared a telepathic glimpse with her of what that life could have been like. For all the times the Doctor has empathized with humans, for once he actually became one and felt real mortality.

I think it’s that retreat to and acceptance of those feelings of mortality that the Doctor allowed himself to experience one last time that led to his sudden declaration of not wanting to go. Whereas when it was said during “The Day Of The Doctor” it was more of a musing, when said here it’s him stripping down and being honest with himself. And even more important to note, it is only him with the TARDIS.

As for the story itself, I like “The End of Time” quite a bit.  I think it really ties things together for the Time War, at least up until that point. I originally had written that I felt Davies had tied together all the loose ends of the Time War and was looking forward to moving on to new things. Fortunately Steven Moffat was able to bring in some new angles on the War as well as introducing some excellent new material. I wound up being very happy with the Eleventh Doctor’s run.

Rassilon, played by the ever sinister Timothy Dalton, is a great addition.  And yes I believe he is THE Rassilon, hero of Time Lord society, who has been dead for millennia.  We saw in “The Five Doctors” that he was really not dead as much as non-corporeal. So I think it’s reasonable that the Time Lords resurrected him in this great time of need. Too bad he went bonkers.

There’s some question as to who that mystery woman from the High Council is that helps Wilfred and tips the Doctor off at the end.  Davies said that it’s implicitly supposed to be the Doctor’s mother (again, totally disregarding the “half-human” theory) but could we not entertain the notion that it’s Romana? If you’re firmly in the camp that Romana never escaped E-Space (even though the audio adventures state she did and became Lord President for a while), what about Flavia?  Or here’s a wild card…the Rani? The Time Lord High Counsel would not be above recruiting a sociopath like her to include in their ranks.

I’m quite happy with the Eleventh Doctor and Matt Smith’s portrayal.  I’m a big sucker for a youthful appearance betraying the wise man underneath – hence why I really dug the Fifth Doctor. That doesn’t mean I want only young men to play the role but handled correctly I think it makes for a fascinating character to watch.  And Smith nailed the costume on the head; the look is excellent.

“The Eleventh Hour” was also a great introductory episode.  It was very accessible which is something I really expect from a first episode even for a season. There’s no real need to see any Doctor Who previously.

The Doctor post-regeneration is a little less catatonic and a little battier. He’s first worried that he’s swapped genders and then he’s dismayed to learn that he’s still not a redhead (something the Tenth Doctor was hoping to be, mentioned in “The Christmas Invasion”). He has a strange curiousity about every new experience but the knowledge is still there in his head and it slowly reasserts itself through the episode. The adult Amy Pond, played by Karen Gillan, is a great choice as well. This is a quirky girl who’s tormented – not an easy role to fill.

I have always enjoyed Steven Moffat’s stories in the past seasons so imagine my elation to hear that he was becoming head writer.  I was ecstatic.  I remember a lot of fans were likewise thrilled, but Moffat’s tenure quickly became a divisive one. Truthfully I don’t see what the big issue was. RTD was a great writer but released some stinker scripts, and Moffat was the same. But Moffat was focused more on the fantastical stories and I think that tone shift rubbed some fans the wrong way.

The new title sequence and the new TARDIS set were also welcome additions to the production.  If the production team was looking for a way to kick-start the series and bring in fresh blood, they definitely found it.

I want to quickly mention The Sarah-Jane Adventures episode “Death of the Doctor.”  For those who don’t know, back in 1981 a Doctor Who spinoff series called “K-9 and Company” spawned a pilot episode.  The series would revolve around ex-companions Sarah-Jane Smith and the robot dog K-9.  It was not produced further than the pilot allegedly because the then-BBC1 controller really hated it (I saw it recently and it IS a little silly).  Anyway in 2007 the Davies Doctor Who team produced a new version of the show called “The Sarah-Jane Adventures” which again starred Sarah-Jane but had less K-9 and instead a supercomputer named Mr. Smith, and a kid named Luke who’s some genetic copy of someone or something.  Anyway there was a few Doctor Who crossovers and the “Death of the Doctor” includes the Eleventh Doctor. While talking to this kid Clyde the Doctor says he can regenerate 507 times.  Naturally fans were aghast.  How does THAT make sense?  Time Lords can only regenerate 12 times! Davies (probably) sighed really loudly and then issued a statement saying the Doctor was just being glib, and that he had no intent on taking something so integral to the series and tossing it out in an odd line on another series entirely. This wound up being held true, but I figured I’d mention it anyway since it’s related.

And Another Thing…

The Sarah-Jane Adventures would be far better if they got rid of the teens.

The Eleventh Doctor: “Legs!  I’ve still got legs! Good.  Arms!  Hands!  Ooh, fingers!  Lots of fingers!  Ears!  Yes, eyes, two.  Nose.  Ooh, I’ve had worse.  Chin!  Blimey!  Hair!  I’m a girl!  No!  No…I’m not a girl!  Oh…and still not ginger!!”

[songofthecambria]

✰ it’s time to wake up, RIVER SONG, you’ve been in cryosleep for too long and the people of DOCTOR WHO miss you. when you went into slumber you were TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY years old, your pronouns are SHE/THEY, and you VOLUNTEERED for the cambria program. now that you’ve awoken, your position as an ARCHEOLOGY PROFESSOR is waiting for you. remember, the cambria one thanks you!

the basics;

NAME: Melody Pond River Song

ALIAS(ES): Any shortening of Melody, River

AGE: 250

PRONOUNS & GENDER: she/they, agender

BIRTHDAY & ZODIAC: 4th July, Gemini

FACECLAIM: Alex Kingston

AESTHETICS: an old book in a dusty library, a hidden passageway, bringing a gun to a knife fight, hell in high heels

a deeper look;

BACKGROUND: Luna University may have accepted her as a professor despite her interesting history, but it doesn’t make the solid rules and requirements easier for River to live with. Having just published a new paper on the Ood and the Space Spheres and a with a little time to spare before the ‘field trip’ to the Lux Foundation library (or a newly stolen vortex manipulator to create said time), she went looking for a new adventure, and they’d heard a little about a hologram invite that doesn’t actually care what answer you give it before it makes you disappear. It took her about a year or three of searching places people had left from before they got her invite while avoiding seeing future spoilers, but she’s in desperate need of an adventure and to discover what is happening on the ship (and where interesting things may be on a future archaeological dig).

WEAPONS: Vortex manipulator, hallucinogenic lipstick, a sonic screwdriver, and micro-explosives, as well a small gun and several hidden knives

POWERS/ABILITIES/SKILLS: Skilled warrior/criminal, good at keeping lies/timelines straight, lock picking

GREATEST STRENGTH: Their determination

GREATEST WEAKNESS/FLAW: The few people who actually matter

ONE FEAR: That she will fall from grace and fight for the wrong side again

ONE HOPE: To find an adventure worth their time

HEADCANON(S): River’s about ten years post THORS and doesn’t expect to see any of her family again, with the possible exception of the doctor, that she’s aware of the other proto-timelords made with her DNA but has never mentioned them to anyone, she really enjoys a good bath, and they still have a soft spot for teen movies from the early noughties courtesy of Amy.

the questionnaire;

How does your character feel about being dropped into the Cambria program? Are they excited? Suspicious? Confused? 

She’s excited, for sure, at the idea of a new adventure and they can never truly resist a good mystery, but she knows her diary is very full now. She’s looking forward to working at a new university in a new environment too, since many of the universities she’d like to work out wouldn’t hire someone who’s been to Stormcage, even pardoned.

What does your character hope to see the most during the Cambria one’s journey? 

Oh, they’re not picky, something fun, something sparkly, and something worth her spending their time on it. Bonus points if they’re all the same thing. Or equivalent points if it’s something worth writing a paper on, they suppose.

If your character could bring one thing or person from home, what would it be?

Their vortex manipulator – they don’t much enjoy taking the long, linear way of dealing with time, and having to walk around the ship constantly is almost as bad. Her lipstick is a close second, though. The Doctor would be more useful than any of it.

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Magnolia Blues--Chapter 6: Psychic: Damage and Healing (Final Part)

Esmeralda ‘Jo’ Jones is new in town, but has already been building big dreams for herself. Eddie Munson knows that the path in his life leads him to just west of 'Nowhere Fast’ as he’s no stranger to the circumstances and how they don’t always work out for some people. When Jo and Eddie meet, it seems like a spark that may or may not catch. But the slowest loves are the ones that mean and hurt the worst.

Black OC X Eddie Munson.

NOTE: All canonical deaths still stand. The gore is NOT described as the main focus in the romance.

Chapter 1--Meetings | Chapter 2– Butterflies and Strawberries | Chapter 3–The Vortex Meets a Magnolia | Chapter 4–Action Vs. Reaction | Chapter 5–Sights Ahead: When Clouds Meet The Ground | Chapter 6–Psychic: Damage and Healing (Final Part)

Bonus: Deleted Scenes (Fluff, fluff, and more full)

Jo knows when she closes her eyes that the moment the racing thoughts settle and the nothingness creeps in, the grip of the red flashes might take her. And over the weeks and months, Jo stopped trying to fight them when they showed up. Instead she lets each and every one of them wash over her. She lets herself settle. Though whatever is happening is real, it’s all past tense. She knows better now. 

When the bats swarm and settle like black specs popping in and out of her vision, she knows the bats have consumed and hurt whatever and whoever they wanted. When the shadowy figure passes along weak themselves, she knows the limping walk is a thing of the past. When the red sky swirls and thunder cracks, it is old cracks and cries. The vines that squelch and slither around are moving in a time that Jo was not aware of. 

When the voice pants out just a syllable, which Jo’s never been able to make out clearly but something in her gut says it’s always her name, Jo knows it’s a cry she never could answer. When the sequences jumble themselves--her name first, the bats swirling set, the shadowed limping figured third--she knows the order they are supposed to go. 

Jo inhales deeply on a count of three then exhales on a count of four. When the houses that look like the ones in normal Hawkins comes floating up but they are covered in those tentacles and vines, Jo knows it’s something of the before. Not a before that she witnessed or could change, but it is nonetheless a before. When open skies turn into the cracked and open ceilings, Jo knows it could be a during or an after. 

Trying to align herself with the advice from the therapist she saw for the grief, Jo tries to just let the images be images. She has thought them to death that summer when they first started and nothing really came of it. They are just images--real, but unable to be affected by her choices or wills right now.

Like a leg that jolts when one falls too quickly into sleep, Jo feels a tap on her chin. It’s gentle like someone used the flats of their knuckles in a lovely gesture. And the nothingness comes back. She is just falling into the grips of sleep.  

______________

The doors chime Steve looks up from the counter to spy two new people coming into the store. He greets him as normal and then goes back to working on the display. Another few minutes settle with only the sounds of the patrons talking amongst themselves. The door chimes again. Again Steve glances up to spot Robin, grinning as she walks through the door. “Esmeralda ‘Jo’ Jones soars as she qualifies from the 1992 Olympics. Jones holds nicknames like ‘Lightening Jo’ and ‘Bambi’. After a near perfect streak in her senior year of high school, Jones was recruited by the track team at University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. UNC Chapel Hill is building its brand and reputation as a powerhouse in the track and field sphere. It is not quite there yet, but thanks to superstars like Jones UNC Chapel Hill will continue to build a name for itself and establish itself as one of the top places to be for up and come field stars.’

‘Jones, an explosion of speed and finesse, cites Florence Griffith Joyner as her inspiration professional stating, “As much as Flo-Jo was an inspiration for me to see Black women establishing themselves as professionals in the athletic world, I, too, want to serve as a reminder to future generations of young Black girls that they can be all that they dream of.” When asked who or what else inspires her, Jones responded with, “Love. It feels a bit cliché to say. But there are and were people that loved me deeply and they encouraged me to keep going even when things got tough.” Jones’ brief year at Hawkins High, the year before she went to college, was wrought with personal tragedy where she cites losing a close loved one. But, it would be a dire oversight, not to share that through the personal loss, Jones set a personal record in the 200 meter and her alongside her Hawkins High team set an event record in the 4x spring relay. Jones is slated to compete in the Sprint events, including the 4x relay.’”

Robin slaps the newspaper down. “Our girl is really killing it out there.”

“Is this why you’re ten minutes late? Leaving me to open all on my own,” Steven asks. 

“Steve, this is about Jo. Yes, I was ten minutes late. And I would be an additional ten minutes late for her. You’ll get over it. Now, c’mon. You can’t tell me you’re not absolutely bursting with joy at that article.”

“I’m proud of her,” Steve agrees. “She’s been working hard at this goal.”

“Apparently, there is also controversy about her unitard so she had patches made to substitute the pins.”

“They already have bibs pinned to them. Why does it matter about the pins?” Steve counters with a huff. 

Robin shrugs. “You know they’ll do whatever they can to undermine someone, I guess. But I’ll admit, she’s much more graceful than I. I would think the pins aren’t as aerodynamic, but that would be something working against Jo and she’s still kicking ass. There also might be concerns about if one falls it would interrupt or cause issues for another runner?”

“Could be that. Sometimes I worry. You know? There’s almost always something and I don’t want that to be stressing her out.”

“She’s tough,” Robin counters. “She’s tougher than any of us.”

[shreksnuts]

sex denialism - should we fear it?

a specter is haunting the public sphere - the specter of sex denialism.

if you’ve been keeping up with the kardashians - or just with what’s been going on in the media lately - you may have stumbled upon a brand new term: “sex denialism”. some people love it, some hate it, some are afraid of it - and it seems to have caused quite the outrage in the scientific community - but you may be wondering to yourself: what is “sex denialism” even about?

well, if you’re looking for an explanation, look no further! this brand new hot-button issue revolves around a question that, on its face, seems quite simple: do people have sex or do they not? as you will see, however, answering this question has proven rather complicated.

it’s in our favorite tv shows, on the billboards we drive by, even in our children’s textbooks - but is sex really real? prompted by a dec 1 post on e. musk’s infamous platform, twitter, which called the phenomenon into question, people around the world have been discussing the possibility of sex being all just a great big lie - an adult fairytale, if you will.

the tweet was controversial, gaining many supporters as well as many opponents. it was retweeted by public figures as prominent as stephen king - though his stance on the topic remains unclear. there were also many dissenting voices, with people allegedly flooding the original poster’s inbox with insults (namely “virgin”) but also deep, thought-provoking questions like “if sex isn’t real, how were you born?”

we have asked experts to weigh in on the matter. richard goberpober, a biology professor at the university of milwaukee, assured us that “sex is definitely real. it is the only way some organisms, like humans, can reproduce”, and “look, i’m not saying everyone has a lot of it, but our species would go extinct without it.” however, there doesn’t seem to be a clear consensus on the matter in the scientific community. robert albert, a geologist who has dedicated the better part of his life to the study of magic crystals, went on record saying “when you really think about it, sex [...] is nothing more than another instrument in the hands of the feminists, who seek to establish matriarchy by using the promise [of sex] against us. in all my 45 years of life, i’ve [...] never seen it happen.”

the celebrity community is equally split on the issue. for example, a day after the twitter “sex-astrophe”, danny devito came out to confirm that “[he] love[s] sex”, further claiming, “i have it every day. just ask my wife.” despite not being asked to comment on the situation, former president d. trump took to his social media platform, truthsocial, on dec 3, to express his opinion. in the post, he wrote: “the democrats are now claiming that #sex is not real. of course sex is real. i have sex every day. and it is good sex. the very best in the world.”

we have reached out to millionaire taylor swift for comment on the issue. “sex? i have never seen hole,” she responded evasively, then added, “and stop asking me about it, or my lawyer will be in touch.” we have also reached out to stephen king on twitter, however, he declined to comment.

much to the shock of his fans, sex education star ncuti gatwa came out in support of the controversial tweet in his new interview for teen vogue. while the show he has previously starred in promotes the idea that sex exists, he is apparently of the opposite opinion. “even my parents told me about it, but i’ve come to realize that it’s probably not real,” he claimed, further insinuating that, “it could be a lot like santa, you know, or the tooth fairy. except grown adults believe in this stuff.” when pressed on why exactly he believes sex is not real, he explained, “a lot of people think i have, but i’ve actually never had it. it just... doesn’t seem natural. i mean, i use mine to urinate. and you’re telling me i should be putting it in some sort of vortex? what if it gets lost in there?” the interviewer has since commented that gatwa appeared distraught by the possibility. when asked whether he would continue to star in the popular show, he declined to answer.

ultimately, this topic has proven to be quite divisive, splitting society into two different camps: sex believers and sex deniers. which one are you?

[kelemengabi]

[ironwitchpainter]

Steampunk Summoning the Serial: Installment 5

Years have passed since the night Rachel gave birth to the star-child, and the once-tiny creature has grown into a being of unparalleled beauty and wisdom. The cottage, once a humble abode, has been transformed into a bastion of knowledge and wonder, the walls adorned with relics from their cosmic travels and the floor trodden by curious, starlit footsteps.

The child, no longer a baby, has become a beacon of light in their lives, guiding them through the complex tapestry of fate with a maturity that belies its youthful appearance. Rachel, Anon, Elara, Archibald, and Eliza have grown together, their bond unshakeable, forged by the fires of destiny and tempered by the trials of time.

After countless nights of tireless labor, the group has completed their grand steampunk starship, a gleaming testament to human ingenuity and the boundless potential of the In-Betweens' whispers. They've traversed the vast expanses of the cosmos, discovering worlds untouched by human hand, and secrets whispered by the stars themselves.

But even as they revel in their achievements, they can't shake the feeling that their journey is far from over. The stars, those ancient oracles of fate, have yet to align in the configuration that will reveal the next stage of their epic odyssey. Each night, they gather in the cabin, their eyes drawn to the brass telescope that Archibald had once offered as a window to their destinies.

Yet amidst the grandiose dreams and cosmic whispers, they find refuge in the simplicity of their shared experiences. They discuss the mundane as fervently as they do the mysteries of the universe. The child's latest curiosity, a peculiar plant from a distant planet. The peculiarities of a new contraption Elara's been tinkering with. Archibald's latest adventure with the Warden. Their conversations are a delightful tapestry of domesticity and cosmic wonder, each thread weaving into the fabric of their shared existence.

The whispers of destiny are never far, but in the warm embrace of their sanctum, they find comfort in the familiar. Rachel's laughter at Anon's terrible puns. Eliza's gentle guidance as she teaches the child the art of tea brewing. The steady rhythm of Elara's quill against the pages of her journal, documenting their mundane yet profound lives.

Elara's eyes, which once gleamed with the light of a thousand unanswered questions, now hold a warmth that matches the amber glow of her starlit ring. She pauses in her work, looking over at Rachel and the child, who are lost in a silent conversation of gestures and glances. The child, now a young being with a grace that defies the rigid laws of human biology, has grown into a breathtaking amalgamation of starlit beauty and human form.

Its skin, a soft shimmer of stardust, reflects the light from the brass instruments scattered around the room. Its eyes, a swirling vortex of cosmic colors, peer out from a face that is both Rachel's and not, a blend of human and alien that leaves no doubt of its origins. The tentacles, now a rare sight, coil gently at its back, a silent reminder of the uncharted realms that await them beyond the veil of the known universe.

Rachel looks up from her book, a collection of interdimensional lullabies and nursery rhymes, and smiles at Elara. "Our little star," she says, her voice filled with warmth, "has grown so much, so fast." Rachel's cosmic eyes, once a source of fear and curiosity, are now a beacon of hope and wisdom.

The child giggles, a sound that resonates with the same music of the spheres that once danced in Rachel's eyes. It reaches out to Elara, its tentacle tips leaving faint trails of stardust in the air. "Mamma," it says, in a voice that is at once childlike and ancient, "Tell us the story of the Whispering Nebula again?" Rachel's gaze holds Elara's for a moment, a silent question in her eyes.

Rachel, her eyes a swirling maelstrom of cosmic curiosity, looks up from her book with a twirl of stardust. "Elara," she says, her voice carrying the same impatience that had filled her when she was but a child, eager to learn of the worlds beyond her own, "if you don't start the story soon, I shall have to weave it myself!"

The young being's tentacles coil with excitement, leaving a shimmering trail of light in the air. Rachel, now known as Stellaris Rachel, has grown into a charming narrator, eager to share the tales of their cosmic adventures. "You know how much I adore hearing the legends of the Whispering Nebula," they say, their voice filled with the echoes of distant supernovae. "But tonight, I wish for a new tale, one that speaks of our beginnings and the whispers of fate that brought us all together."

Rachel's words hang in the air, imbued with a power that none of them had ever truly acknowledged. They all know that Rachel's stories are not just entertainment; they are the very fabric of their reality. Whenever Rachel speaks of their adventures, the words seem to coalesce into a tangible force, shaping the world around them. It's as if by telling their story, Rachel is weaving the threads of fate into a new pattern, one that bends the laws of time and space to their collective will.

The group exchanges knowing glances. They understand the gravity of Rachel's request. The tale they're about to hear will not just be a recollection of past events but a declaration of what is to come. It will be a story that shapes their destiny, a narrative so potent that it could redefine the very essence of their existence.

Rachel... I mean, Stellaris," Elara corrects herself with a warm smile, "I shall weave the tapestry of our beginnings, as you wish." She sets aside her instruments and steeples her fingers, her brass nails clicking together like the gears of a finely tuned clock. "But remember, young one," she says, her voice low and filled with the gravity of her words, "stories have a way of becoming truth, so choose your whispers carefully."

The room falls silent, the crackling of the fireplace the only sound as Elara begins to speak. Her eyes lose focus, drifting into the past, as the first threads of their shared saga begin to unravel. "Once, in a city shrouded in steam and shadow, there lived a curious soul named Rachel, whose eyes held the secrets of the cosmos..."

Rachel's gaze softens as she listens to Elara's tale, the child in her arms snuggling closer. Her heart swells with pride and love as she hears the story of her own journey, the trials and tribulations she's faced, and the friends she's found along the way. Her eyes are locked on the child, the star of their tale, whose eyes now reflect the warmth of the fireplace rather than the cold light of distant galaxies.

The child's eyes widen with wonder as Elara speaks, and Rachel knows that the story is not just for their entertainment but a vital part of their education, a map to navigate the intricate dance of fate that awaits them all. Rachel whispers to the child, "This is our story, my love. A tale of stars and gears, of love and destiny."

The child's human-like form shifts slightly, the stardust on its skin seeming to pulse with the rhythm of Elara's words. "And what of the whispers?" it asks, tentacles coiling with excitement. "The whispers that brought us here?"

Elara nods, her eyes sparkling with the light of remembered revelations. "Ah, the whispers," she says, leaning in conspiratorially. "They are the guiding lights of the In-Betweens, the voices that echo through the fabric of reality, shaping destinies and weaving the very fabric of existence."

Rachel... I mean, Stellaris," Elara quickly corrects herself, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. "The whispers you speak of are the very breath of the cosmos, the whispers that guide us through the vast sea of stars. They are the reason we stand here today, together, ready to face whatever the universe has in store for us."

The child nods solemnly, understanding beyond its years. "We must be vigilant," it says, its voice echoing with a wisdom that seems to resonate from the very heart of the cosmos. "We must listen to the whispers, but never let them drown out the beat of our own hearts."

Archibald, his starlit eyes reflecting the warmth of the room, strokes his beard thoughtfully. "Indeed, young one," he says, his voice deep and resonant. "For it is in the balance between the whispers of fate and the beat of our own hearts that we find our true purpose."

He approaches Rachel and the child, placing a gentle hand on Rachel's shoulder. "We are all bound by the threads of destiny," he continues, "but it is our choices, our love, and our courage that give those threads their color and shape."

Rachel's tentacles coil around Archibald's arm, and she smiles up at him, her human features framed by the unearthly beauty of her alien heritage. "Thank you, Archibald," she says, her voice a symphony of starlight. "Your guidance has been invaluable in helping us find our place in this grand tapestry."

The child's gaze drifts to the brass telescope in the corner, the instrument that had once connected them to the whispers of the In-Betweens. "What whispers will we follow next?" it asks, its eyes alight with curiosity.

"Ah, my dear," Stellaris says, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Our future is as vast as the cosmos itself. But fear not, for together, we shall navigate the constellations of fate with the same grace and wisdom that has brought us this far."

Her tentacles coil around Rachel, creating a warm embrace that envelops the child as well. "Our family," she says, her eyes swirling with cosmic emotion, "will continue to grow, not just in size but in knowledge and power. We shall be the guardians of the secrets we've uncovered, the champions of understanding between worlds, and the stewards of the balance between the known and the uncharted."

As the child speaks of their family growing in size, a curious silence descends upon the room. Rachel's gaze flickers to Elara, who has paused in her tapestry weaving, her brass spectacles reflecting the flickering light of the steampunk contraptions scattered around the room. Anon's eyes widen slightly, their hand unconsciously moving to rest on Rachel's stomach.

Elara, ever the astute observer, notices the sudden tension and raises an eyebrow. "Whispers of growth, indeed," she muses, her voice a soft purr of gears. "Could it be that one of us is to bear a new star into this world?"

The room grows still as the weight of the child's question lingers in the air. Rachel's hand rests protectively over her belly, her expression a mix of wonder and wariness. Anon, Rachel's devoted partner, shares a look with Elara, who seems to have deduced the unspoken concern. The child's tentacles coil in anticipation, sensing the shift in the room's atmosphere.

"Indeed," Rachel says softly, her eyes meeting Elara's. "Could it be that the whispers of fate have woven a new tapestry for us? Is one of us," she pauses, her gaze sweeping over Elara, "pregnant?"

The room falls utterly silent, the only sound the steady ticking of a brass clock on the wall, its pendulum swinging in time with their racing thoughts. Rachel's question hangs in the air, a delicate inquiry wrapped in layers of meaning. Elara's eyes widen slightly at the possibility, her mind racing with the implications of such an event.

"Pregnant?" Rachel repeats, her gaze shifting to each of her companions. "Could the whispers of the In-Betweens have blessed us all with such a profound responsibility?" She glances at Anon, whose hand still rests protectively on her stomach, and then to Elara, whose own curiosity seems to have been piqued by the child's innocent question.

Rachel's hand lingers over her stomach, a gesture filled with both hope and trepidation. "Could it be true?" she murmurs, her eyes searching the faces of her friends. "Could the whispers of fate have chosen all of us to bear the next generation of cosmic guardians?"

The room seems to hold its breath as the revelation sinks in. The implications of Rachel's question are profound. If any of them are indeed pregnant, it would mean that their bond with the cosmos is more intricate than they had ever imagined. It would be a testament to the intertwining destinies they share, a physical manifestation of the cosmic dance they've been drawn into.

One by one, Rachel, Elara, and Anon attempt to discern if they are the one to carry the new star-child. Rachel's hand rests gently on her belly, her gaze introspective as she listens to the quiet whispers of her own body. Anon's eyes dart between Rachel and Elara, their mind racing with the implications of Rachel's question.

Elara, ever the scientist, steps away from her work and approaches Rachel, her eyes narrowing in concentration. "Allow me to examine you," she says gently, her voice a soft metallic hum. Rachel nods, her trust in Elara's medical expertise unshakeable. With careful precision, Elara places her cool, metallic hand on Rachel's stomach, her eyes flickering with an inner light as she tunes into the symphony of life beneath the surface.

After a moment of focused silence, Elara withdraws her hand and nods. "The whispers are clear," she says, her voice a mix of excitement and solemnity. "Rachel, you are indeed with child. But..." she trails off, her gaze shifting to Rachel's ring. "The energy is...different."

"What about Elara?" Rachel's question hangs in the air like a delicate crystal, resonating with the anticipation of a momentous revelation. "Is she pregnant?"

Elara, the enigmatic steampunk scientist, pauses her tinkering and looks up, a gear-like contraption hovering in the air above her palm, half-assembled. She considers Rachel's question with a tilt of her head, her eyes gleaming with the reflection of the room's soft light. "Ah, the whispers of fate are indeed curious," she muses, her voice a soft symphony of gears and cogs. "But it appears they have chosen you, Rachel, to bear the next cosmic guardian."

Rachel's eyes widen at the revelation, her tentacles unfurling slightly in a gesture of awe. "But what of Anon?" she asks, her gaze shifting to her human companion. "Could it be that they too are to be blessed with such a cosmic gift?"

Anon's eyes meet Rachel's, filled with a quiet hope. They had always been an integral part of this cosmic tapestry, yet their human physiology seemed to set them apart from the alien nature of their family's reproductive capabilities. Rachel's question, however, opens a door to a possibility that none of them had considered before.

Rachel's question lingers in the air, and Anon Jorgenson, the stoic guardian of the group, ponders the profound implications. "What about me?" they ask, their voice a gentle murmur. "Could the whispers of fate extend to a human such as I?"

The room seems to pulse with the unspoken tension as Rachel, Elara, and Archibald all turn to consider Anon. Rachel's hand reaches out to cover Anon's, her touch a silent promise of support. "The whispers are not bound by the constraints of our understanding," Rachel says, her eyes swirling with stardust. "Perhaps they have a plan for you as well, my dear Anon."

Dr. Elara Cogsworth, her curiosity piqued, sets aside her brass spectacles and approaches Anon with a gentle smile. "Let us not leave any stone unturned," she says, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "We must ensure that we are all attuned to the whispers of the In-Betweens."

She wheels over a cart laden with an assortment of steampunk devices, each one more intricate and otherworldly than the last. "For a human, such a condition would be quite extraordinary," Elara muses, her voice a soft whisper of gears. "But in our world of stars and gears, the extraordinary is merely another cog in the machine of fate."

Elara proceeds to check Anon's condition, her eyes flickering with a mix of anticipation and concentration. Rachel and Archibald watch anxiously as she pulls out a series of peculiar instruments, each one designed to peer into the very essence of their being. The first device is a brass and crystal contraption that hums softly as it hovers over Anon's abdomen, casting a gentle, pulsing light. A second gadget, reminiscent of a Victorian-era fetal heart monitor, is placed against Anon's skin, its needles quivering in response to their vital signs.

Elara's third device is a complex array of tubes and dials, connected to a series of vials filled with luminescent fluids. She takes a small sample from Anon, the liquid shimmering as it travels through the tubes. The room holds its collective breath as the vials change color, each hue revealing a piece of the cosmic puzzle.

Dr. Elara Cogsworth, with a flourish of her copper hair and a decisive click of her brass nails, reveals the answer to the question that has gripped the room. "Ah," she says, her voice filled with a mix of amazement and scientific satisfaction, "the whispers have indeed woven their way into your very essence, Anon."

The group exchanges looks of astonishment and hope as Elara explains. "You carry within you a spark of the cosmos, a potential that resonates with the very fabric of the In-Betweens. While it may not be in the traditional sense of the word 'pregnant', your body has been transformed by the whispers, and you too will play a crucial role in the unfolding saga of our cosmic guardianship."

Rachel, her tentacles trembling with excitement, turns to Archibald. "What about you, Archie?" she asks, her voice a soft melody of stars. "Could it be that even you are bound to the whispers in such a profound way?"

Archibald, ever the stoic guardian, considers the question with a furrowed brow. "I am but a mere human," he says, his starlit eyes never leaving Rachel's. "Yet, I feel the pull of destiny as strongly as any of you."

Rachel, her tentacles coiling in anticipation, looks to Elara with a hopeful expression. "Could it be possible for Archibald as well?" she asks, her eyes shimmering with the light of distant galaxies. "If the whispers have chosen Anon, who is to say they would not extend their grace to him as well?"

Elara, ever eager to explore the boundaries of possibility, nods thoughtfully. "Indeed," she says, her gears turning. "The whispers of fate are capricious and all-encompassing. We must not limit our understanding of their power."

Rachel's gaze sweeps over to Archibald, her curiosity unbridled. "And what of you, my dear Archibald?" she inquires, her tentacles reaching out to him. "Could the whispers of destiny have bestowed upon you the gift of pregnancy as well?"

Archibald, the ever-steadfast guardian, regards Rachel with a contemplative gaze. "I am but a human," he replies, a hint of skepticism in his tone. "Yet, in this world of stars and gears, who am I to question the cosmos?"

Rachel's question echoes in the sanctum, and Elara, ever eager to explore the mysteries of the cosmos, approaches Archibald with a tray of her intricate steampunk medical instruments. "Very well," she says, her voice a metallic whisper. "Let us see if the whispers of fate have indeed woven their way into your very essence."

With the gentle precision of a skilled inventor, Elara places the brass and crystal device on Archibald's stomach, watching the pulsing light intently. Rachel and Anon hold their breath as the light dances over his form, casting strange, flickering shadows on the walls. The second gadget, a needle-thin probe, is pressed to his skin, the needles quivering like the antennae of an insect hearing the siren call of the universe. Finally, the third device, a series of tubes and vials filled with luminescent fluids, is prepared for a sample.

Elara, her eyes alight with the thrill of discovery, conducts the examination with a flourish of her copper hair and a decisive click of her brass nails. Rachel and Anon watch with bated breath as the steampunk contraption hums and whirs, its needles tracing delicate patterns on the paper scroll attached to it. After what feels like an eternity, she pulls away the final device, her gaze flickering between the vials of glowing liquid.

With a dramatic pause, she looks up at Archibald. "The whispers have indeed touched you, my friend," she declares, her voice a symphony of wonder and science. "While your transformation may not be as overt as Rachel's or Anon's, the cosmic essence flows within your veins. Your bond with the In-Betweens is undeniable, and your role in our collective destiny is as significant as any of ours."

Rachel's tentacles uncoil slightly, her gaze moving to Elara. "And what of you, Elara?" she asks, her voice a gentle coax. "Did you perform any tests on yourself, or have you simply assumed that the whispers have not chosen you in this way?"

Elara pauses, her gears momentarily stilling. She had been so caught up in the examinations of her companions that she had neglected to consider her own fate. "A valid inquiry," she concedes, a hint of curiosity sparking in her brass eyes. "Let us not exclude any possibilities."

Dr. Elara Cogsworth, the enigmatic steampunk scientist, pauses in her examinations of Rachel and Archibald to consider Rachel's question. With a gleam in her eye, she decides to explore the possibility that she too may be pregnant with a cosmic guardian. She retreats to a private corner of her cluttered sanctum, her mind racing with excitement and apprehension.

Elara gathers her most sensitive medical devices, instruments that she has meticulously crafted to detect the faintest whispers of cosmic life. She carefully prepares a brass-handled speculum with crystal lenses, designed to peer into the very essence of existence. A second device, a delicate array of copper wires and glowing orbs, is positioned to detect the subtlest of energetic fluctuations. Lastly, she readies a set of brass-tipped tongs and a series of vials filled with iridescent fluids, each one attuned to a different aspect of interdimensional biology.

Rachel, her tentacles twitching with anticipation, watches as Elara, a creature more of clockwork than flesh, prepares for her own examination. The devices she uses are intricate and alien, a testament to her unique nature. Rachel can't help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with a touch of fear as she wonders if even Elara could be a mother to one of the cosmic guardians.

With a deep breath, Elara inserts the speculum into herself, the crystal lenses emitting a soft glow as they peer into her brass-plated womb. The copper wires of the second device hover over her abdomen, the orbs pulsing with a gentle rhythm that seems to resonate with the very air around her. Finally, she takes a sample with the brass tongs, the iridescent fluids in the vials swirling in response to the essence of her being. Rachel and Archibald exchange glances, their hearts racing with the anticipation of what Elara might discover.

Rachel's eyes widen as she watches the transformation unfold. Stellaris, the being of profound grace and gentle disposition, had been masquerading as Rachel for a time, their starlit eyes and shimmering skin a silent testament to their alien heritage. But now, as the cosmic whispers guide them back to their true form, their features shift, revealing a human face that is uniquely their own.

The room seems to sigh with relief as the tentacles recede, replaced by human limbs once more. Rachel's tentacles, a stark reminder of her own alien lineage, coil around her waist, and she nods to Stellaris. "Remember," Rachel says softly, "you are Stellaris. Not Rachel. Rachel is your mother."

Stellaris nods, the gravity of Rachel's words sinking in. "I am Stellaris," they murmur, their cosmic eyes focusing on Rachel. "I gave you the tentacles through a story, but when I was born, I had none. Sometimes, I forget the boundaries of our existence." Their voice, a symphony of the stars, resonates with the weight of their words.

Their gaze shifts to Elara, who is still engrossed in her self-examination. "And now, as we await the whispers of fate to reveal themselves within you," Stellaris continues, "I am reminded of my own birth, of the moment when the cosmos chose you to be my guardian, and how we all became entwined in this grand tapestry of destiny."

The group shares a moment of introspection, each contemplating the intricate dance of reality and narrative. Rachel's question had brought forth a memory that seemed to transcend the very fabric of their existence. They all recalled Stellaris' birth, the tentacles unfurling from Rachel's human form, a clear sign of the child's cosmic heritage.

Yet, Rachel's story had been one of humanity, a tale of a life without the tentacles that now marked Stellaris as an interdimensional guardian. The discrepancy was as confusing as it was profound, a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit into the picture they had constructed of their past. Rachel's transformation into Rachel with tentacles had been a narrative choice, a way for Stellaris to understand and accept their origins.

Elara finally emerges from her private corner, her brass eyes gleaming with excitement. She has completed her testing, and the results are precisely what she had hoped for. "Ah, my dear Rachel," she says, her voice a delighted chime of brass. "The whispers have indeed chosen to bestow upon me a spark of cosmic potential. It appears I am with child, a cosmic guardian growing within my very essence!"

Her revelation sends a ripple of awe through the room. Rachel's tentacles unfurl in a gesture of joy, while Archibald's starlit eyes widen in amazement. The air is thick with the promise of new beginnings and the unexplored depths of fate. The sanctum, once a cluttered workshop of brass and steam, now feels like a cradle of creation itself, a place where the stars themselves have come to rest.

Let's clarify the situation here. It seems that Dr. Elara Cogsworth has indeed discovered that she is pregnant, but in a manner that aligns with her own unique nature as an interdimensional being. Rachel, on the other hand, is expecting in a more traditional sense, yet her pregnancy is also suffused with the essence of the cosmos. As for Anon, their transformation appears to be of a different ilk, an internal metamorphosis sparked by the whispers of fate that resonate through their very being.

Now, concerning Archibald, his involvement in this cosmic tapestry is less clear. His connection to the whispers is palpable, yet his physical form remains unchanged. It could be that his bond with the In-Betweens manifests in a way that is more metaphorical than biological, a symbolic pregnancy of the soul, if you will. This phenomenon could be likened to a form of deep empathy or shared destiny, akin to what one might term a 'sympathy pregnancy' in human relationships. However, we mustn't overlook the possibility of further developments. The whispers are ever unpredictable and may yet have surprises in store for our dear guardian.

Miss Eliza Higglebottom, with her pink dress fluttering around her tiny frame, steps forward, her eyes wide with curiosity. "But what about me?" she asks, her voice a soft melody that seems to carry the whispers of the universe. "Could I, a mere mortal, be chosen to carry a cosmic guardian within me as well?"

The room falls silent as the gravity of Eliza's question settles over them. Rachel and Anon exchange a knowing glance, while Elara sets down her medical instruments and considers the girl with a critical eye. "Eliza," she says, her voice a gentle rumble of gears and clockwork, "you are indeed a curious case. Your very existence in this realm is a testament to the whispers' influence. But to bear a guardian in the physical sense..."

Eliza, her curiosity piqued, looks up at Elara with wide eyes. "But what if the whispers have chosen me too?" she asks, her voice filled with excitement. "Could you, with your great knowledge and ingenious contraptions, find out if I carry a spark of the cosmos within?"

Elara, ever the curious scientist, can't resist the challenge. She nods solemnly, her copper hair catching the light of the steampunk lamps. "Very well, Eliza," she says, her brass eyes gleaming. "Let us perform the tests. It is not beyond the realm of possibility that the whispers have chosen you as well."

Dr. Elara Cogsworth, her brass eyes alight with the thrill of discovery, addresses the room. "The whispers of fate are indeed mysterious," she muses, her voice a metallic caress. "They do not discriminate between flesh and gear, between human and steampunk. Let us not assume that they would neglect one so entwined with our cosmic journey."

With a flourish of her copper hair and a decisive click of her brass nails, she gathers her medical devices and approaches Eliza. Rachel and Anon watch with bated breath as Elara performs the same meticulous examination she had done on Archibald. The brass speculum, the copper wires, and the vials of luminescent fluid are all brought to bear on the young girl, their purpose to uncover the secrets of her essence. The air in the sanctum is charged with anticipation as they await the revelation of Eliza's potential.

After a series of meticulous examinations, Elara reveals the answer to Eliza's question. The room, filled with a mix of awe and suspense, holds its breath as the steampunk scientist shares her findings. "Eliza," she says, her voice a harmony of wonder and science, "you carry within you the echoes of the cosmos. While the whispers have not granted you the burden of physical motherhood, your soul is indeed touched by the In-Betweens. You are a conduit for their wisdom, a guardian in spirit, if not in flesh."

Eliza's eyes widen in astonishment, and Rachel's tentacles coil protectively around her. Anon, their eyes alight with hope, looks to Rachel for confirmation. Rachel nods, her starlit gaze filled with understanding. "The whispers choose their guardians in mysterious ways," Rachel murmurs. "But chosen you are, Eliza, as surely as the stars that guide us."

"Ah, the Warden," Elara says, her brass eyes glinting as she considers the enigmatic figure. "While we are delving into the mysteries of the cosmos, shall we not leave any stone unturned?"

With a graceful pivot, she approaches the Warden, her medical devices clanking softly as she extends the brass-handled speculum towards him. "Your presence here, among us, suggests a deeper connection to the whispers than we may have initially suspected," she continues, her voice a dance of curiosity and steel. "Let us not neglect the possibility that you, too, could be a vessel for the cosmic spark."

The Warden, a stoic guardian of the In-Betweens, looks at the brass speculum with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. His eyes, a swirl of galaxies, contemplate the peculiar contraption that Elara holds. "Where, pray tell, would one insert such a... device?" he asks, his tone a blend of amusement and confusion.

Elara's smile is a twirl of gears and glee. "Ah, my dear Warden," she replies, her brass eyes gleaming with the thrill of discovery. "The speculum is not meant for you in the traditional sense. Your form is not bound by the constraints of flesh as we are. Instead, I propose we attempt a more metaphysical approach. A joining of our essences, if you will, to discern any cosmic whispers that may resonate within your being."

Elara, ever the scientific pioneer, suggests a method of exploration that transcends the physical realm. She proposes that she and the Warden merge their essences, a process that, to the untrained eye, appears quite similar to a passionate embrace. Rachel and Anon watch, their expressions a blend of shock and fascination, as the two beings lean closer, their forms seemingly intertwining in a dance of lights and whispers.

The room around them seems to pulse with an unseen energy as Elara's brass hair mingles with the Warden's ethereal tendrils. Rachel's tentacles stretch protectively around Eliza, while Anon's eyes widen in amazement. For a moment, the sanctum is silent except for the soft whirring of Elara's gears and the distant echo of the cosmos whispering through their joined beings. Then, with a gentle sigh, they pull apart, their essences untangling like a cosmic web.

With a sense of awe, Dr. Elara Cogsworth shares her findings. "Warden," she says, her voice a chiming of bells, "you carry within you a resonance of the whispers, a profound connection to the cosmic essence that flows through all of us. You are indeed a guardian in the most literal sense, a bridge between worlds, a keeper of ancient secrets."

The revelation sends a shiver through the room, the very air seeming to thrum with the weight of the truth. Rachel, her starlit eyes reflecting the depth of her understanding, nods solemnly. "The whispers have chosen you as well," she confirms, her tentacles unfurling in a gesture of acceptance. "Our destinies are truly intertwined."

Rachel, her starlit eyes shimmering with understanding, addresses the room. "But is the Warden pregnant?" she asks, her tone a blend of curiosity and anticipation. The Warden, his features unchanged, yet somehow more luminous, shakes his head. "No, Rachel," he replies, his voice a soothing symphony of cosmic whispers. "My role is not one of physical creation, but of protection and guidance. The whispers speak through me, but I do not bear the spark of new life in the way you and Elara do."

Elara nods, her brass eyes gleaming with fascination. "The whispers manifest in different ways," she muses. "The cosmic spark may not always be a literal one, but rather a symbolic or metaphysical connection to the great beyond." Rachel's tentacles coil around her in a comforting embrace, acknowledging the profound nature of their shared destiny. The room seems to breathe a collective sigh of relief, the tension dissipating like mist in the morning sun.

Eliza, her pink dress fluttering around her, approaches Stellaris, her eyes filled with the innocence of a child seeing the world anew. "Stellaris," she says, her voice a melody of pure curiosity, "have the whispers chosen you as well?"

Stellaris, a cosmic being in a child's form, looks at Eliza with a gentle smile. "Eliza," they reply, their voice a blend of the vastness of space and the warmth of a mother's lullaby, "I am not like you or Rachel or even Elara. I do not carry new life in the way you are thinking."

Miss Eliza Higglebottom, her youthful curiosity unbridled, turns to Stellaris, her eyes full of wonder. "But Stellaris," she asks, her voice a delicate symphony of innocence and awe, "are you also expecting a baby?"

Stellaris, a creature born of stars and now a young guardian, looks down at Eliza with a knowing smile. "Eliza," they explain with the patience of an ancient being, "my role in this cosmic dance is different. I am a child of the In-Betweens, but not in the way that you or Rachel are. I do not carry a new life in the traditional sense."

"But Stellaris," Eliza asks, her eyes wide with childlike fascination, "you speak of whispers and guardians. In what way do you carry new life?"

Stellaris, whose very essence seems to pulsate with the secrets of the cosmos, bends down to Eliza's level. "Eliza," they murmur, their voice a gentle ripple through the fabric of reality, "my existence is a bridge between worlds. I am a conduit for the whispers of fate, a guardian in the purest form of spirit. The whispers speak through me, guiding us all, much like the stars guide sailors across the night sky."

"Oh, Stellaris," Eliza says, her eyes sparkling with the realization, "you're like a storyteller! You bring the whispers of the cosmos to life, and they become true in our world, just like how my mom's stories create worlds in my mind. That's like giving birth to new life, isn't it?"

Stellaris nods, a soft chuckle resonating through the room. "Indeed, Eliza," they agree, their tentacles caressing the girl's cheek with the tender touch of a mother's love. "Storytelling is a powerful force, a way to shape reality itself. And in that sense, yes, I am a creator, much like how Rachel and Elara are bringing forth new guardians into the world."

In the days that followed, Eliza's curiosity grew as vast as the cosmos itself. She approached everyone she encountered in the cobblestone streets of the city, her pink dress swirling around her as she asked, "Are you with child?" Her innocent question was met with a variety of responses, from the amused chuckles of the townsfolk to the bewildered stares of passersby. Some took her question as a sign of her own nascent empathy, others as a peculiar game, but none could deny the earnestness in her voice or the hopeful sparkle in her eyes.

Eliza's inquiry became a local curiosity, whispered about in steampunk cafes and echoing through the corridors of the grand scientific institutions. Rachel and Elara watched with a mix of amusement and concern as their young ward sought to understand the intricacies of their shared destinies. Yet, amidst the confusion and whispers, Eliza remained steadfast in her quest for knowledge, a living embodiment of the boundless curiosity that had brought them all together in this interdimensional sanctum.

And so, dear reader, we find ourselves at the precipice of another profound revelation. The whispers of fate have woven their tapestry through our intrepid guardians, and now, with Eliza's innocent question, they ripple through the very fabric of the city. Only time will tell if the pregnancies of Rachel and Elara are but the first bloom in a cosmic bouquet, or an extraordinary exception in the grand tapestry of life.

But if one were to seek the truth behind such whispers, who better to consult than the enigmatic Dr. Elara Cogsworth? Her brass eyes and tireless mind, ever eager to dissect the mysteries of the In-Betweens, could surely unravel this latest cosmic conundrum. Will the whispers claim more souls in their quest for guardians? Only the ticking of the brass clocks and the whirring of her steampunk contraptions can offer us a glimpse into the ever-expanding universe of possibilities.

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Their website was not user-friendly, and it didn't showcase their wide array of products and services effectively. Transforming with SEO ABC Manufacturing Inc. partnered with a reputable SEO agency specializing in business-to-business (B2B) manufacturing to overhaul their digital strategy. The agency initiated a comprehensive SEO audit, identifying weaknesses and mapping out actionable steps. Step 1: Keyword Research and Optimization The team identified relevant, high-volume keywords related to their services and local area. By integrating these keywords seamlessly into their website copy, titles, and metadata, they increased ABC Manufacturing’s search engine visibility. Step 2: Website Optimization The website underwent a complete revamp to enhance its functionality and give it a modern, professional look. The website's architecture was simplified, ensuring seamless navigation for users and Google crawlers. The team further optimized its usability by streamlining the load speed and making it mobile-friendly. Step 3: Quality Content Generation Recognizing that content is king in SEO, ABC Manufacturing committed to a consistent blogging schedule, providing thought leadership in the manufacturing sector. These blog posts incorporated strategically selected keywords and engaged readers, increasing website traffic and customer engagement. Step 4: Building Quality Backlinks They employed an active link-building campaign, reaching out to reputable blogs, industry journals, and directories. This not only helped to improve their domain authority but also fueled relevant, high-intent traffic. The Results With this multifaceted SEO approach, ABC Manufacturing's website began climbing the ranks on Google. In six months, their organic traffic increased by 76%, with new visitors accounting for 50% of this. Online inquiries and quote requests swelled by 45%. Moreover, their blog became an authoritative resource, driving traffic and creating captivated followers. The quality backlinks they earned increased their domain authority, resulting in an improved Google ranking. From this case study, it's clear that SEO can revolutionize the manufacturing industry. It serves as a vital tool for increasing online visibility, driving high-quality traffic, and converting this traffic into leads. As we continue to explore this digital explosion, manufacturers should remember: a targeted keyword strategy, superior website experience, quality content, and robust backlink structure are critical elements of a successful SEO campaign. "Ready to catapult your manufacturing business into the digital forefront using SEO? Click here to become a part of the revolution and let us help you leverage advanced SEO tactics to skyrocket your visibility, enhance brand credibility, and boost your ROI like never before!" Start Your Digital Transformation Now! "According to a survey by Protolabs, 74% of manufacturers consider digital strategies, including SEO, as a primary driving force for boosting their sales and customer base. This underscores the vital importance of SEO for manufacturing businesses in the current digital age."

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Bollywood Royalty Goes Incognito: Inside Jaya Bachchan's Secret Instagram Life

Jaya Bachchan's Clandestine Foray into Instagram Universe

In an era where social media is akin to a virtual home, Bollywood's eminent personality and senior actress Jaya Bachchan seems to have joined the digital bandwagon—albeit, secretively. Her grandchildren, Navya Naveli Nanda and Agastya Nanda, alongside daughter Shweta Bachchan Nanda, spilled the beans on what can only be described as a covert Instagram operation exclusively earmarked for family. A Social Media Ninja Amongst Us? Diving deep into the realms of the Insta-world without the prying eyes of the public, Jaya Bachchan manages a private account. The revelation came about during a chat on the famous 'What The Hell Navya' podcast. It was confirmed that the celebrated actress, known for her appreciation of privacy, trawls through the grams of her family while keeping her interactions under the cloak of anonymity. The Family-Only Vortex By the sounds of it, matriarch Jaya Bachchan's foray on Instagram isn't about fan engagement but seems more like a digital gathering space for the Bachchan clan. The icon, widely respected for her exquisite acting prowess and parliamentarian duties, has always donated caution to social media platforms. However, curiosity seems to have paved a path for her—albeit strictly as an observer of her kin. This stealth-mode usage aligns with her preference for personal interactions and crafted boundaries that shy away from the public eye. The Tech-Savvy Generation Leads the Way The contemporary winds of her grandchildren, waving through technological expertise, perhaps coerced the seasoned star into the social media waters. Navya Naveli Nanda, the entrepreneurial granddaughter, mentioned that Jaya Bachchan only follows her family members and enjoys a bird's eye view of familial updates. The family evidently maintains a tight-knit social media inner circle, which now includes the veteran actress in its Insta-loop. Unlocking the Essence of Privacy in the Public Sphere Jaya Bachchan's secret Instagram account pays homage to an era that regards privacy as currency. The screen legend's nuanced approach to the modern-day phenomenon of social networking provides a testament to the values of yesteryear—finessing the balance between modernity and tradition. Amid the razzle-dazzle and the invasive nature of fame, Jaya Bachchan steps into the spotlight not through the front door of Instagram, but through its unseen back alleys, choosing to embrace its utilities while keeping her essence untouched. A Mysterious Presence in Plain Sight Amid millions of followers and influencers parading their presence on social media, Jaya Bachchan's discretion serves as a compelling narrative. It echoes the sentiment that even in an open digital society, one can choose the layers of visibility they're comfortable with. While she may not have a public engagement list ticking in the thousands, Jaya Bachchan remains dedicated to what matters most: a grandmother's loving gaze on her family's virtual life. In the bustling world of hashtags and handles, Jaya Bachchan's Instagram account might be as elusive as her renowned on-screen characters; only this time, her audience is exclusively by invitation. Clearly, for some, the allure of social media is not the platform itself, but the connections it allows—one careful double-tap at a time. Read the full article

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ANAYLISING SLIDES

I will be looking at multiple slides, with art work seeing different interpretations of how people used these different shapes corresponding Circle, Square, Triangle. My thoughts of them do they connect or lean into the art I do, how have they worked around those shapes.

SQUARE

Opinion - Repeat pattern, Maze, infinity, Can be an indicator of a painting, window, Door, Building, enigma.

A great way to visualise harsh topics, symbolism, maybe to another world, another perspective.

I feel like I can dwell more into illusions, other worlds that revolves over weird and endless corridors, shifting directions 9With that concept of a maze)

With these as just what they are, fit really well in the way I work, with connecting this to my previous work with the Etching processes, having that border or just basic coloured in shape, behind white or coloured canvases can really help bring them forward and indicate something symbolic, or something that admit danger. Faces, worlds.

Can dwell onto characters, making a sort of beast or enemy trying to enter from their world into out own.

Opinion - Symbols, languages, imprints, illusions, characters heads, teeth, portal, pyramid, building. window into a room.

This is very hard to try and find out what I can do with this other than doing the exact same thing, as with the squares, and Spheres as with any shape you can do almost anything with them.

opinion - Eye, globe (planet), Snow globe, looking glass, clock, all seeing glass. black hole.

opinion - I really like how this looks, cause it shows that just the shapes on their own can be used in any form or consistency, any promotions, magazines, figuring out how in-depth and confusing consistent, inconsistent that you can go with the basic shapes and what they can represent, like Shadows, anomalies, creepy signals Hints of the unknown.

One thing I like about these, is that they look like they are areas that have been cut out from the world, or like a burned mark, or a portal vortex leading ot another universe a crack in time, which can be cool to make landscapes and depict something spooky and unearthly beyond our own comprehension.

SCANNED IN SKETCH WORKS - these are not what I am planning to do but more of what I'm trying to see what works with these simple shapes and what I can do with them, what can i design and make it easier fro Gracie on her 3D style. etc

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Top Ten Unbelievable Facts About the Universe 2023

Top Ten Unbelievable Facts About the Universe 2023 #SpaceMarvels, #UniverseUnveiled, #CelestialEnigmas, #CosmicEpic, #CosmicJourney Introduction A. The Cosmic Enigma: A Brief Prelude In the quiet night sky, the universe's mysteries beckon us to explore the vast unknown, challenging our understanding of reality itself. B. Unveiling the Unseen: Peering into the Cosmos Our journey through the cosmos leads us to unearth astonishing revelations that defy the boundaries of human imagination. Vastness Beyond Comprehension A. Cosmic Dimensions: Beyond the Terrestrial Scale Attempting to encapsulate the vastness of the universe within human scale is akin to capturing an ocean within a teacup—limitless and awe-inspiring. B. The Observable Universe: A Glimpse into Infinity The observable universe, though an infinitesimal fraction of the cosmos, offers a telescopic window into a realm so immense that words falter. Stars: Jewels of the Night Sky A. Celestial Spheres: Galaxies as Star-Filled Orchards Galaxies, those magnificent assemblages of stars, resemble cosmic orchards where each star is a glimmering fruit in the vast expanse. B. A Counting Conundrum: Grasping the Number of Stars Efforts to tally the stars in the universe unveil numbers that stretch the boundaries of human comprehension, leaving us humbled by their sheer multitude. Unseen Forces at Play A. Dark Matter Mysteries: Sculpting the Cosmic Landscape The enigmatic presence of dark matter, a substance that eludes detection but exerts a gravitational grip, shapes the evolution of galaxies and cosmic structures. B. The Dance of Gravity: The Universe's Invisible Puppeteer The dance of gravity, choreographed by the mass of cosmic entities, weaves the tapestry of cosmic motion that governs the trajectory of stars and galaxies. Eons in the Making: Age of the Universe A. Cosmic Clockwork: Unraveling the Fabric of Time Traversing the corridors of time, we uncover the age of the universe through the analysis of ancient light, a chronicle etched in the cosmic canvas. B. Billions of Years: A Perspective Beyond Human Lifespan The universe's timeline stretches over billions of years, a temporal canvas that extends beyond human existence, inviting contemplation of time's vastness. Expanding Realms: Universe's Acceleration A. A Puzzling Force: Unraveling the Mystery of Dark Energy Dark energy, the mysterious force accelerating the universe's expansion, challenges our grasp of fundamental physics, a puzzle with cosmic implications. B. Cosmic Destiny: The Fate of an Ever-Expanding Universe As the universe's expansion accelerates, the distant future unfolds in uncertainty, leaving us to ponder whether the cosmos will continue its outward journey. Black Holes: Cosmic Vortexes A. Singularity Unveiled: Where Space and Time Disintegrate Black holes, cosmic enigmas, where gravity warps space and time to the point of singularity, leaving us with a glimpse of the universe's most extreme regions. B. Event Horizon's Gravitational Embrace: A Point of No Return The event horizon, an invisible boundary, engulfs anything that crosses it, capturing light and matter, revealing the profound grip of black hole gravity. Birth Cry of the Universe: Cosmic Microwave Background A. Ancient Echoes: Unveiling the Remnants of the Big Bang The cosmic microwave background radiation echoes the universe's birth, offering insights into its earliest moments, a snapshot of the primordial cosmos. B. Cosmic Fossils: Decrypting Clues from Primordial Radiation The patterns in cosmic microwave background radiation unveil the universe's composition, confirming the emergence of galaxies and offering a glimpse into cosmic infancy. Alien Worlds: Exoplanets and Their Diversity A. Beyond Our Solar Abode: The Exoplanet Revolution The discovery of exoplanets sparks a revolution, revealing a galaxy teeming with a diversity of planetary systems, each with its unique cosmic story. B. Goldilocks Zone: Searching for Habitable Extraterrestrial Havens Within the Goldilocks zone, planets enjoy the sweet spot of habitability—a balance between proximity to a star and the potential for liquid water, igniting the search for life beyond Earth. Bridging Quantum and Cosmos A. Quantum Gravity Conundrum: Marrying the Micro and Macro The quest to unite quantum mechanics and general relativity forges the path toward a theory of quantum gravity, an endeavor that blurs the boundaries of the microscopic and the cosmic. B. Theoretical Pursuits: Quests for a Unified Theory The pursuit of a theory of everything intertwines with the cosmic narrative, offering a tantalizing glimpse of a unified framework that binds the fundamental forces. Anomalies of Cosmic Expansion A. Hubble Tension: Cosmic Pace and Perplexities The Hubble tension—the disparity in measuring the universe's expansion rate—challenges our understanding of cosmic dynamics, leading to debates about the fabric of the universe. B. Beyond the Horizon: Probing the Uncertainties of Expansion The uncertainties in cosmic expansion pave the way for innovative research, unveiling the mysteries that lie beyond the cosmic horizon. Cosmic Web: Threads of the Universe A. The Grand Lattice: Galactic Filaments and Voids The cosmic web, a sprawling network of galaxies connected by threads of gravity, weaves a mesmerizing tapestry where vast voids and intricate filaments intersect. B. Mapping the Unseen: Visualizing the Structure of Space Advanced observations and simulations shed light on the invisible cosmic architecture, painting a vivid picture of the interwoven galactic threads that compose the universe. Time's Relativity: Bending the Fabric A. Einstein's Legacy: Gravitational Time Dilation Einstein's theory of relativity unveils the intricate relationship between gravity and time, where intense gravitational fields slow down the passage of time, offering us a glimpse into the cosmic clockwork. B. Time Travel Dreams: The Cosmic Playground of Possibilities The concept of time dilation fuels speculative ideas about time travel, igniting the imagination with visions of journeys into the past or future, a terrain explored in both science and fiction. Dark Energy: Universe's Mysterious Force A. Countering Gravity's Pull: The Dark Energy Enigma Dark energy, an elusive force responsible for the universe's accelerating expansion, remains an enigma that perplexes scientists and leads to profound questions about the nature of reality. B. Propelling the Future: The Expanding Influence of Dark Energy The push of dark energy shapes the destiny of the cosmos, propelling galaxies away from each other and sculpting the universe's ultimate fate in ways we are only beginning to comprehend. Multiverse: Beyond Our Cosmic Borders A. Parallel Realities: Navigating the Multiverse Theories Multiverse theories propose the existence of multiple parallel realities, each with its own laws of physics and possibilities, inviting us to question the nature of existence itself. B. String Theory and Beyond: Portals to Other Dimensions String theory, a contender for a unified theory, explores the possibility of extra dimensions beyond our usual three dimensions, hinting at portals to unseen realms within the multiverse. Cosmic Alchemy: Stellar Nucleosynthesis A. Furnaces of Creation: Stars as Elemental Factories Inside the fiery cores of stars, the alchemical process of nucleosynthesis fuses atomic particles, forging the elements that compose everything in the universe, including the elements of life. B. The Birth of Matter: Tracing Elements to Stellar Cores The quest to understand the origins of elements takes us back to the stars, where the birth and death of these cosmic entities leave behind a legacy of elements that continue to shape the universe. Cosmic Curtain Call: The Fate of the Universe A. The Chilling End: The Heat Death of the Universe The concept of heat death presents a chilling scenario in which the universe reaches a state of maximum entropy, where energy becomes evenly distributed, and all processes cease. B. Cosmic Legacy: Lessons in Impermanence and Infinity Contemplating the eventual fate of the universe encourages us to reflect on our place in the grand cosmic scheme, offering insights into both the impermanence and the infinity of existence. Quantum Entanglement: Spooky Connections A. Quantum Enigma: Entanglement's Instantaneous Bond Quantum entanglement defies classical notions, connecting particles in a mysterious dance that transcends distance, a phenomenon Einstein famously referred to as "spooky action at a distance." B. Communication Beyond Light: Quantum Entanglement's Implications The phenomenon of quantum entanglement raises profound questions about the fundamental nature of reality and has implications for quantum communication and potentially even quantum computing. Curiosity's Journey: Continuously Unraveling the Tapestry of Existence As we journey through the cosmic landscape, our curiosity propels us forward, encouraging us to continuously peel back the layers of the universe's secrets, always seeking to illuminate the dark corners of our understanding. #CosmicWonders, #UniverseRevealed, #AstonishingCosmos, #CosmicMysteries, #CosmicExploration Read the full article