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sleepy-writes-stuff · 2 months

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DP X DC PROMPT #26

(I'm feeling angsty today.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

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Going Supernova

The GIW have discovered his identity, and they don't waste time on using this knowledge to their advantage. They spent the last six months creating a weapon that not only hurts ghosts but absolutely obliterates them down to their very cores. After testing it for so long on minor ghosts and then discovering the local ghostly menace's secret, they have the bright idea to make an example out of Danny.

They ambush him as he's fighting the invading ghost of the day. Their first shot misses and hits the ghost they're fighting. As soon as the shot lands, the ghost freezes in place with a look of dread and horror.

They look up at Danny with tears in their eyes and has only a few precious seconds to say, "Run," before their skin cracks and they shatter, the miniscule shards evaporating into nothingness.

Danny is petrified and grief-stricken over what he just witnessed that he doesn't have the time to even twitch before the GIW lock their sights back onto him and shoot him in the back.

Agony consumes him. His chest burns, and his ribs rattle with the effort it takes for him to breathe through the pain. The civilians who were still on the scene gasped in horror as they watched their local hero's chest start to crack and glow from within.

What the GIW didn't know was that Danny had just recently elevated to Ancient status due to helping Clockwork with the timestream. That and with his status as a halfa, what they did will end in nothing but disaster. (1)

Danny spots his parents, sister, and friends in the crowd. His parents watched in awe and excitement while his Jazz, Sam, and Tucker looked at him with horror-stricken disbelief. Knowing what's to come and not having enough time to explain, he gives them a wobbly smile.

"I'm so sorry."

He whips around and rockets straight up into the sky. He breaks through the atmosphere in a matter of seconds and continues to fly at breakneck speed away from the little green-blue planet he calls home. He has to get away. He can't destabilize so close to them. He has to go even further.

His form is steadily breaking off into pieces as his human and ghost half fight and fail to keep him together. He can feel his human half dying and his ghost half barely holding on by a thread. He can't stop, though. If he stops here, the Earth will be destroyed from the backlash.

He had no worry for himself. After all, stars die all the time. That doesn't mean that's the end for them. They just take on a new form or even help breathe new planets and galaxies into life.

'A star's death is not the end!' He comforts himself.

He only makes it a few light-years further before his energy fades out to nothing, and he slows to a halt. It's only then that Danny starts to panic alone in the vacuum of space. The furthest he's even been from home and the comfort of his friends and family.

"No. No, no, no, no." He repeats over and over. "Not far enough. Not far enough! I'm still too close!!" (2)

His stuttering heart rabbits inside his chest along with his crumbling core. He hugs himself tight with the false hope that maybe that would stop himself from falling apart. He cries for his family, his friends, his planet. His life and lives he's about to take through no fault of his own.

Because for a star to give life, they must first destroy. (3)

"I'm sorry. I-I'm so sorry! Please!"

He sobs into his hands as the light of his core pulses one final time.

"Please." He whispers brokenly.

His core shatters, and he screams for the entire cosmos to hear. His form expands with immeasurable force and shakes the very foundations of creation. His desperate attempt to spare the Earth from his self-destruction was in vain as the waves of his shattered core ravaged the solar system and destroyed everything within its path.

The countless people and other creatures on Earth didn't even have time to blink before they were completely eradicated. Quick and painless but nonetheless gone.

It took centuries for everything to settle again.

It wasn't until countless millennium passed that the solar system began to take shape again. However, everything was reshaped and put back together as though with a child's memory of what it used to be from so long ago. Some things were bound to be different, like how Mars gained its own population of intelligent humanoid creatures. How Earth's own population started to develop extraordinary abilities and magic was able to be used more freely outside of supernatural species.

Soon, there were heroes popping up all over the universe of all shapes, sizes, and species. Some people were even reborn. They started remembering a life that, as far as they knew, never actually existed. How could it? None of the people they were before showed up in any records. There were records, of course. They just, unfortunately, no longer existed.

No one knew why, either. At least not until a magic user stumbled upon a tome belonging to what they knew as the Underworld. It told the story of a young boy who died too young and was destroyed from what he became afterward. How his destruction also destroyed the world despite the boy's efforts to save it.

This story was shared with the masses of people experiencing these memories of other lives, including the heroes who took up the mantle of keeping the Earth and other corners of the galaxy safe. They mourned the loss of a life so young, so bright and full of potential. They hoped that wherever the child ended up, that they were at peace.

Little did they know, the child was part of the universe itself, his very being woven into the fabric that makes up the night sky and everything that lays beyond. They can't see or hear him, but that precious child--the Ancient of Space--laid curled around the Milky Way itself with Earth cradled gently in his trembling hands.

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(1) Because of his status as the new Ancient of Space and the fact that he is half human/alive is the reason his destabilization took longer than the ghost he was previously fighting. An Ancient has immense power of the aspect of reality they control, and his human half was desperately trying to keep him alive. He can't live without his ghost half, though. It was also the power of his Ancient status that made his destabilization so explosive and damaging. However, him being a halfa is also what saved his existence in the end and allows him to still continue to be the Ancient of Space, as Space itself is always in a state of dying and rebirth. It just took several thousands of years to pull himself back into a semblance of what he previously was, but obviously irrevocably changed.

(2) According to scientists a supernova would have to be within 30-50 light-years to trigger a mass extinction on Earth. To be actually completely safe from one, however, it'd have to be 160 or more light-years away. Danny didn't even make it to 20 light-years before his core self-destructed, which is why he was panicking.

(3) As I'm sure most of you know, supernovae are essential to creating life, but that life is preceded by the death of said star.

(*) I haven't really thought of who would be reborn into which character. I originally thought of Jack Fenton being reborn as Bruce Wayne, but Bruce only disguises himself as a himbo while Jack actually is one. The only reason I thought it would work out it because 1) Jack's paranoia about ghosts and translating into Bruce's own paranoia 2) him regaining his past memories would explain his propensity to collect black-haired, blue eyed children because of his loss of Danny and 3) him and his relationship with Jason after he came back as Red Hood.

Other than that, I can't think of who any of the other characters might be. You can decide!

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #danny goes supernova #the giw fuck up #but when don't they #ancient of space danny #danny's destruction destroys the universe and everyone in it #time passes and he eventually regains enough of a form and consciousness to put it back together #but not a 1:1 recreation #several millennium of existence is bound to make the memory foggy #and thus the DCU is born!#some but not all characters have memories of their past lives before the universe was destroyed #they're yours to decide #danny did self destruct but he is NOT permanently gone #space has a natural cycle of death and rebirth #danny is still the ancient of space #the people sympathize and mourn what happened to danny #they think he's gone but he's not #your decision if they do discover he's still around tho!#danny phantom crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #writing prompt #prompt #sleepy writes stuff

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withoutyouimsaskia · 2 months

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Sometimes It's Fated (Sandman Short Story Part 1)

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

GIF: Originally posted by @tavners

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x AFAB reader

Summary: Reader Self-Insert. After restoring the Dreaming and locating the missing dreams and nightmares, Morpheus turns his attention to finding you, the human he believes fate has chosen for him. (Title inspired by Placebo's "This Picture".)

Warnings: Minors DNI. Dark!Morpheus. Soulmates. Angst. Obsessive and possessive behaviour. Tension. Home invasion. Voyeurism. Implied masturbation. Dream manipulation.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Wow, this took way longer to finish than I had originally planned. My head's been all over the place with trying (and thus far failing) to find a new job. The themes are very different to what I've written before; I hope it reads okay. Please let me know what you think. All my love, Saskia xx

Sandman Masterlist

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Fate.

A phenomenon that governed every particle of matter within the known universe and even those beyond.

Some considered it a comforting concept that excused them from the burden of decision making, citing: "I'll leave it up to fate." For others the phrase was a cursory, throw-away comment or a romantic line they heard in the lyrics of a song.

The real truth of the matter was that Fate was a trio of immortal beings, goddesses, with sight so potent that they knew the past, present and future of every individual to have lived. The mythology of the Greeks, Romans and Norse hadn't been too far off with their stories of the Moirai, Parcae and Norns but of course, no humans really believed there to be any realism in myths. They were just stories. It didn't matter either way; they existed and had influence regardless of what the majority believed.

For beings such as The Endless siblings, the presence of Fate in the cosmos was not only real, but also something that affected even themselves.

For the King of Dreams, an eventuality had been prophesised long ago by The Kindly Ones that spoke of a bond that was to be forged between himself and a mortal.

Lord Morpheus, in his pride, had tried to be above such a foretelling, even questioning its validity because the notion of a mortal accepting his version of the universe seemed wholly implausible.

But he could not truly stop himself from wondering about you, reaching out to see if he could feel your presence in the minds of the dreamers he hosted.

It wasn't something he indulged in with frequency. More of a once-in a-decade interval. Enough to appease his curiosity.

Of course, this was put on hold during his imprisonment at Fawney Rig.

Morpheus had had much to contemplate during this period. The damage his absence caused to the collective subconscious, the decay of his realm, the loss of freedom and dignity. There was also a chance that you had been born and died in the 106 years he spent in captivity.

What if he was too late and had lost the chance of discovering who you were?

It was a nauseating prospect that scraped and scratched a space deep within his being; bleeding him of his remaining stores of hope that were so significantly depleted after the death of beloved Jessamy.

Despite the nasty emotional wound, finding you was a charge that he assigned at the end of his priorities after his escape.

Recovering his scattered tools, restoring the Dreaming, locating his absent creations, unravelling the mystery of Rose Walker and confronting Desire all had needed to come first.

The latter interaction had left Morpheus with a seething rage that was currently propelling him down the boards of the dock that sit above the Ocean of Dreams.

The dense mist in the air is buffeted by his movements and the only sounds are the tread of boots, the creak of wooden slats and the lap of water.

With each step, the liquid becomes choppier as it reacts to its master's mood and by the time he has reached the end of the dock, the surface of the water roils fervorously, completely in line with Morpheus' dangerous temperament.

The words of Desire's final silken-toned taunt echo in his mind with grating persistence.

"Oh, poor Dream. I really got under your skin this time, didn't I?"

He is loathe to admit there is truth in the question.

There are moments where Morpheus ponders the turn that the relationship between them has taken. How Desire went from being his favourite sibling to someone one shade shy of an adversary. Their faultless adeptness at provoking his temper and manipulating the events that encircle him would be impressive if not for the danger posed to humanity.

The agitated water eventually draws focus to how out of control he and his emotions have become. Morpheus knows he must get them in check, and quickly, for he knows the consequences all too well should he ignore it.

He clenches his fist and swallows it all down, pushing it deep inside his belly until the crackling entropy of the anger is fully dispelled.

Morpheus then sweeps his coat out behind him as he sinks lithely into a crouch. Trepidation nips at his heart and tugs his attention to a sobering thought.

This foray into the water may be fruitless.

You may be long gone and there would be no way of ever knowing you.

His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath; he has run out of excuses to not look, even if he is afraid of the outcome.

Long, delicate fingers dapple the surface of the inky ocean. The waves still at the touch, obedient to him with instancy.

He repositions to full height and reaches into his coat to find the pouch of sand stashed in the pocket. A handful of twinkling grains slip off his palm into the ocean, lighting the water it touches to a luminous green.

"Find my soulmate," Morpheus commands silently.

The intention is set. He steps off the dock into the water.

At first, like every other prior attempt, there is no sign of you. Morpheus floats submerged in the tepid liquid, filtering through the hubbub of countless other dreams and nightmares.

Then there is a pull.

It is faint yet indisputable. Warmth explodes in his chest and he groans inwardly from the delicious sensation of relief.

You are alive, and you are dreaming.

A path of radiance appears in the water, a line that shows your connection, and provides a location for him to hone in on.

Morpheus dives deeper without hesitation.

As he reaches the edge of your subconscious, he rejoices that he got a handle on his emotions. He wouldn't want your first perception of him to be one tinged with rage, however unaware you were of him, with your soulmate being the source.

He hesitates for a moment before entering the dream you are in and is somewhat taken aback by what he finds.

A room comprising of four blank walls, a floor, a ceiling and a door. There is but one other feature; a window, and its view is as non-descript and inoffensive as the internal space.

You stand by said window, head turned from him.

Despite being unable to see your face, he sees your anxiety with immediacy. It is an aura hovering about your body, being sucked into your lungs with every fast-paced breath.

You begin to throw glances towards the door. Morpheus filters through the layers of the dream. No one is scheduled to come across the threshold.

The more he observes, the more questions arise in Morpheus' mind.

What was making you so affected? What were you expecting to happen?

There's nothing in the scene that is intended to be unpleasant yet you are reacting in a way that most observers would characterise as unsettled.

Morpheus, despite not yet knowing you, doesn't like to see you this way. His dominant instinct is to end the dream but he quashes the desire to review the bigger picture.

The empty room dream was symbolic of a beginning.

It clicks into place.

What you were feeling, even if on a purely instinctual level, was the anticipation of meeting your soulmate and starting your new life.

Morpheus steps into the frame, just a couple of paces behind you.

You feel his presence instantly, eyes full to the brim with tears as you whirl around with a soft gasp.

You see him.

The tears spill and patter onto the white floor.

Morpheus reaches out, overcome by his need to provide comfort.

You disappear.

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Morpheus is sat on his throne. He pores over the book he had located in the Dreaming's library a little over a week ago that contains the details of your life. It is something he has taken to doing when the impatience of waiting for you to fall asleep becomes too keen.

Your subconscious has him enraptured, watching it every night as if it is a stage show. Each dream he delves into is like the tug of fingers on a loose thread, your psyche has begun to unravel before him.

Everything from whims to cravings, hopes to fears. Your temperament, the things that delight and irk you. What drives you and demotivates you. He consumes it all with an insatiable hunger.

Based on the projection of yourself that he sees, there is no doubt that he is attracted to you.

All that prior haughty disregard for the Fates' prophecy has been cast aside like a negative thought in a meditation session. Morpheus is a romantic. A believer. He is ashamed to have even doubted your coming.

He wonders if it would vex Desire to learn of him finding his soulmate and by extension, the prospect of companionship, perhaps even physical intimacy or love.

It is all too easy to imagine the sickly sweet grin they would smile at him, shown to be fake by the almost imperceptible contempt glinting in their golden eyes.

Would his triumph drive them to distraction?

It is this smug sentiment that spurs his next decision. He wants more. The next logical step is to find you in the waking world.

He rises from his throne, a sure hand ready to bring forth his pouch of sand when he falters.

Tears pool in his eyes.

His mind is suddenly marred with the memories of what happened in 1916. The agony, mortification and rage that followed. He couldn't go through that kind of treatment ever again and the waking world expanded the risk of it transpiring.

"No," he says resolutely. His sadness turns to resolve, the hard line of his grimace matching those set in his brows.

He will not let the actions of a group of mortals dissuade him from going to you. And besides, he has researched everything he can about you from within the safety of the Dreaming.

He takes a measure of sand and uses it to materialise within your bedroom.

It is obvious from a quick scan of it that deliberate attempts have been made to ensure the space is cosy and calming.

Two marshmallowy pillows support your head. The cotton sheets have been meticulously tucked to avoid drafts. A lavender reed diffuser fragrances the air with a subtle scent. There are no devices or screens visible.

Everything has its place. A coaster supported glass of water within reaching distance. Touch activated lamp in case of emergency. The diary lined up with the back left corner of the bedside table, pen placed parallel in the spine dent. All clothes are in the wardrobe or stashed in the laundry basket.

Morpheus moves to the curtain-shrouded window and delicately moves the dark, heavy fabric to catch a glimpse of the outside world.

The scene is sepia stained from an old streetlight positioned right outside your home. It explained the choice of curtains.

You stir slightly from the change in environment and Morpheus allows the curtain to fall back in place. He remains stationary until your breathing returns to its previous pace. It is imperative that his presence remains undisclosed. He knows that mortals do not take well to home invasion.

Then, your right hand slips out from the duvet cocoon revealing a cushion cut ruby ring on your middle finger.

He smiles exultantly. The similarity between the jewel and his own now-destroyed dreamstone was undeniable.

The Fates were making it transparent.

You were the one.

Morpheus approaches the side of your bed now. In your momentary discomfort, you had moved your head, making your whole face visible to your uninvited guest.

He bends gracefully so his face is closer to yours and observes you with an intent fascination.

Even in the gloom, Morpheus asserts that your features are even more captivating now that he is able to look upon them in person and is certain that if he could guarantee an absence of fear then he would fall to knees and worship you right there.

Fingers stroke a lock of hair splayed across the pillow and his thoughts turn darker still, imagining what he would do with you if he could get you alone in the Dreaming. How he would seduce you with words, and then pleasure your body with his own until you were senseless.

Getting you there would be so easy, all he needed to do was move his hand up and touch your skin and -

Morpheus stops himself, deciding that now is not the time for an introduction. He will wait until tomorrow. You need to rest. It will be quite the revelation for your sweet mortal heart.

Morpheus whispers a promise, "We will be together soon, my precious soulmate."

He leaves after taking one last look at your peaceful form.

When he returns to the Dreaming, Morpheus discovers that the visit has riled him way beyond what he thought possible.

It was supposed to sate his curiosity and answer some questions.

It has done the opposite.

His craving for you is sublimely intense, opiate-like in its ensnarement.

He needs to possess you. To have you all to himself. Everything would fall into place. Loneliness, disillusionment, jealousy; they would never darken his outlook again. You would heal him, he is certain of it.

He paces restlessly in the low light of his private chambers as heat ripples beneath the surface of his being, charging him with pure sexual lust.

He hungers for the moment when you feel the same about him.

For now, all he can do is stand and touch himself while thinking of your face, an act that has been carried out repeatedly in the days since he found you in the Ocean of Dreams.

An erotic idea enters his mind.

Your subconscious is still in the Dreaming; he knows the feeling of it intimately.

Perhaps he could bring you a dream mirroring his own current fantasy.

To give you a taste of what was to come.

A gift that only he could bestow.

The mere thought of it turns him on even more. His back arches and his eyes roll back as he choses the words through which he would deliver the offering.

"Dream of me," Morpheus murmurs breathlessly. "Dream of me."

He repeats the phrase until he is unable to continue, moans taking over the darkened space around him.

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It is dusk the next day when Morpheus returns to the waking world.

The instant he touches down on the Earth's surface, he knows exactly where to go. The metaphysical connection between you is as strong as the energy pulsing through a ley line.

The city he is directed to is thrumming with life but the side street he stands in has been spared from the furore.

It is fortuitous that he is permitted to be unobserved for Morpheus is struggling now with the urge to get closer.

Providence is pulling him in and also locking him out.

He walks up to the door and then an invisible force makes him back away.

He doesn't even try to fight it.

The Fates hold all the cards. Morpheus is beholden to their each and every whim.

It is surprisingly liberating.

He is dancing in the cross hairs. Blinkered by the tie the universe has fashioned for you.

All he has to do is wait.

The door to the building is pushed open.

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Taglist: @herfantasyworldd

"Fate. Up against your will. Through the thick and thin. He will wait until you give yourself to him."

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telltaletypist · 2 years

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i like that the entire plot of homestuck only happened bc 12 burnout college aged trolls spent the whole game arguing and fucking each other instead of actually playing and fucked up so bad they restarted the cosmos and started a chain of events that led to the creation of 3 other universes and several malevolent gods just to finally get the right combination of players to actually finish the game

#homestuck #dancestors

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demonanddominion · 9 months

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Anyone else had new thoughts on who Crowley was before the ‘fall’ since Season 2 aired…

I know the Raphael theory is still knocking about (actually had a weird epiphany regarding this last night so more of that later) but I think Crowley was an entirely different angel.

From Season 2 we now know he was a very powerful angel indeed (dominion, throne or greater) thanks to his classified document clearance in heaven, but also because of the seriously powerful miracle he and Aziraphale cooked up with very minimal effort.

After an initial idea and since doing some research, I’m leaning towards him being Samael, Angel of Death.

Now I don’t mean Samael as in the one who becomes Lucifer - there are many texts that see these as two separate entities, with Lucifer falling thanks to his pride and Samael… well did he even fall at all?

Samael is one of the Angels of Creation alongside Orifiel, Anael, Zachariah, Raphael, Gabriel and Michael. In Season 2 in episode 1 we see Crowley as an Angel playing a pretty big part in the creation of the cosmos, in collaboration with others.

Samael is the ruler of the Fifth Heaven, which happens to be Earth.

Samael is known as the “Venom of God” and is executioner of death sentences as decreed by God. He is the accuser, seducer and destroyer. As a seducer, Samael tempts humans into committing evil deeds. Through Samael, God tests humanity and the Archangel draws out the sinful and unrepentant, then God judges then and Samael destroys them.

In seducing humanity into acts of evil, Samael is just doing his job. He is both good and evil and is highly loyal to God’s word, doing his bidding without question - he mostly destroys sinners.

Samael is also the one who planted the Tree of Knowledge in the garden of Eden to tempt Adam. God however forbade Adam to touch it and punished Samael by banishing him. In retaliation, Samael took the form of the serpent and tempted Eve to eat the fruit from the tree.

When Abraham’s faith was tested by God and commanded to sacrifice his son Isaac, it was Samael who whispered in his ear to disobey.

So where does Crowley fit into this then? Well Samael hasn’t exactly ‘fallen’ from heaven, his angelic role took him down to Earth, performing deeds considered demonic and evil and his refusal to bow down to God’s creation led to his banishment. You could say he ‘sauntered vaguely down’?

We know from Season 1 that Crowley was the serpent that tempted Eve so he fits into the Samael theory there.

In Season 2 we see that Crowley had a ‘permit’ from God to destroy Job’s children and possessions to test his faith in God.

In Season 1, Crowley talks to God and says “I know you’re testing them, you said you were going to be testing them. But you shouldn’t test them to destruction. Not to the end of the world.”

So whilst Samael is an Angel, he very much has the role and characteristics of a demon and can be described as a fugitive or wanderer.

Regarding Samael planting the Tree of Knowledge, who else do we know with a bit of a plant fetish?!

Some other fun facts: Samael has red hair, and is associated with the planet Mars. He is also associated with the left side, the North and Tuesday.

It’s also said that Samael’s name shouldn’t be spoken aloud so as not to draw his attention - is this why Crowley chose a different name and doesn’t introduce himself to Aziraphale at the Horsehead nebula?

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So here’s the slightly scary part and if Crowley actually was/is Samael…

In the Second Coming (as was mentioned as Heavens next focus at the end of season 2) the messiah is supposed to deliver everyone from death and everyone will be resurrected. But he’ll do more than bring life, he’s supposed to bring an end to death itself, including the very concept of it. Without the finality of destruction, the Angel of Death (Samael) serves no purpose and is himself, annihilated. Thus, with death undone, Samael becomes the Anti-Christ.

Could season 3 see Aziraphale finally forced to make a choice between heaven and the one he loves?

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #fallen angel #angel #good omens season 2 #samael #theory #niel gaiman

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n1ghtlux · 2 years

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Of Dreams and Stars

pairing: Dream/ Morpheus x gn!Reader (no 'y/n' used)

word count: 930

summary: 3 times you kiss him, 1 time he kisses you. [fluffiest fluff fluff + tiny bit of Jessamy reminiscence but dw, you're there to take care of Dream]

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"My lord."

your voice is a yearning whisper in his ears as your lips find his cheek. Your warm breath hits him and he is watching you closely, head tilted lightly with pursed lips.

The Lord of Dreams had seen beauty in all its forms but you...you have stardust in your eyes and the whole universe in your soul that made even the Moon blush.

A fallen star in the presence of an Endless being so enamored by you that he has sworn to breathe your name into the cosmos for the end of time.

He sighs in content, keeping his eyes on you and studying your every move. You're so soft in your movements, so graciously do your fingertips dance across his jaw, like the feathers of a raven. It forces his mind to briefly wander and you notice his head tilting down just the tiniest bit. The deep hum that is pure power radiating off of him fills the room in a creeping darkness.

He still mourns the hundred years of confinement. The loss of his most loyal friend. How could he not.

But you're there at his side and your words ground him while your touch gifts him a taste of what it would feel like to touch the clouds.

"My liege."

Gently you press your lips to his nose and let them linger for just a second to press your forehead to his. Only now does he close his eyes to see the stars shine behind his eyelids. And you're there with him, in a sea, an ocean of galaxies.

His hand subconsciously finds yours and it's so soft, you almost forget he has existed for eons. Three faint squeezes follow. A ritual the two of you have repeated for longer than you can remember. It's a promise, a vow saying all the things words will never be able to. Only now do the corners of his mouth lift, replacing the pout with another promise.

You can feel his other hand snaking to the small of your back and pulling you closer to him. He can never get you close enough. Morpheus is always on the brink of wanting to wrap a big warm blanket of dreams and fantasies around the both of you and never let you go again. Wanting to hide under it like little humans do in order to escape the waking or dreaming world and create their own.

And in this moment he is just that: a lovesick being with the childlike need to escape of this moment ever ending.

Firm and big is the hand on your back. You're encompassed by his entire aura, the low hum radiating in your own soul now. He's studying you again, his eyes observing every aspect of your face as if he's an artist looking at his muse in hopes of ever being able to capture your beauty. And yet, the Lord of Dreams thinks himself incapable of ever creating something as perfectly imperfect as you.

Eventually his eyes settle on your lips and you see the wanting like a dark cloud forming in his eyes. The hand that was holding yours moves up your arm towards your shoulder, raising goosebumps all over your body. His touch is enchanting, like he's leaving traces of yet unwritten creations behind. His warm hand lingers on your collarbone for a moment and then moves to cup your jaw with long fingers.

Right in this moment, Morpheus has the whole Universe under his fingertips. The Endless can feel your power just as much as you feel his. It's intoxicating. Addicting even. His lips part lightly and there is such craving and need behind those eyes, you feel you might return to dust under his gaze and touch at any moment.

Morpheus leans closer but not in one quick movement. He does it at such a torturous slow pace, it drives you absolutely insane.

Lips just barely hovering over each other you close the small gap with one last promise hanging from your lips: "my love," he eats it right up, inhales your words into his very being and leaves both of you starstruck. A melodic deep hum fills your mouth while your lips move against each other in a practiced dance.

Morpheus can almost taste the sweetness of the Universe on your lips. He kisses you like you have poetry and addiction in your bones, as if he is starved of your very being and will not survive without you at his side. The hand on your lower back is gripping and pressing you more tightly against him now and yet he has to pull away at last, his lips even more plump and pink than before.

His eyes glisten as he's looking into yours and you're not sure what exactly he's thinking of.

The corners of his mouth turn up once more, eyes even more droopy looking. He's nostalgic, part of him scared, terrified even of ever losing you.

"My muse."

His voice is raspy, that low hum ever present and you wish you could hide him from the world for forever.

"Only you, only ever you," he follows softly and it's said like a statement with the whisper of a vow behind it.

Next thing you know, his lips press against your forehead and linger just a second longer before he pulls you into him, wrapping his coat around the two of you. He still doesn't think you can ever be close enough to him, but this comes pretty close.

Artists would create for a love so deadly.

─── ☾ ────

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#the sandman #morpheus #the sandman x reader #dream x reader #Morpheus x reader #the sandman netflix #the sandman fluff #the sandman x gn!reader #gender neutral reader #the sandman imagine #dream imagine #oneiros #dream fluff #Morpheus fluff

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Art & Vedic Astrology

i thought ill make a post about the recurring motifs, patterns, techniques that different nakshatra natives seem to resort to in their art work!! so here it goes<3

Punarvasu

Punarvasu natives often use matrixes, mazes, repetition, interloping patterns, and tessellation in their work.

Pedro Friedeberg

He has Punarvasu rising and he is known for surreal, abstract and whimsical style

he repeatedly used the same patterns over and over again in his work

Claire Nakti's new YT short did mention that these natives were very prominent in the Surrealist art movement and I often see how they have this surreal, whimsical element in their artwork. Often using bright colours and repeating the same pattern/motif over and over again.

the Punarvasu aesthetic is veered towards maximalism. however these natives do not like clutter or maximalism that is random? if you look at any of these artworks, you can see how the same pattern is repeated many many times (a common theme in the work of these natives) its not 8 different patterns or motifs, so there is a sense of minimalism or balance within their otherwise eclectic seeming art creations.

MC Escher

If I use the term "tessellation", the artist that would come to mind for most people is MC Escher (Ketu in Punarvasu). he had a thing for repetitive imagery and using the same pattern over and over again.

he made the technique of tessellation as well known as it is now. in fact it was Escher's signature style

alt-j has a song called "tesselate" and its written by joe newman (the lead vocal) who also has ketu in punarvasu!!

Harmony Korine

He has Ketu in Punarvasu and you can see how he uses endless circles in his work, going back to Punarvasu's association with the endless nature of the universe

he returns to the same motif again and again

or draws the same pattern repeatedly

Paul Klee

he has ketu in punarvasu and his venus & rising in swati, another nak associated with infinite space and abundance

there is a tendency to use the same pattern repeatedly

once again the punarvasu urge to use bright colors and repeat the patterns, themes, motifs

and there's a lot of interlooping

here's a cat (punarvasu's yoni animal)

Sol Lewitt

He is Punarvasu moon

There is tessellation and use of bright colors

repeatedly using the same shapes, patterns and the work being maximalist outwardly but minimal in essence

lots of interloping because punarvasu is the endless infinity of the cosmos!!

Ashlesha

slightly similar to Punarvasu natives, these natives also seem to love repetition and pattern making

Yayoi Kusama

Yayoi Kusama is Ashlesha moon and this art installation definitely seems to invoke serpentine vibes but sticks to the whimsical, colorful, exuberant nature that is Kusama's trademark

her birth time is unknown but I strongly believe that she has Punarvasu rising tbh

i mean??? her work is very punarvasu coded imo but here's more of her ashlesha esque work

not to promote stereotypes but these be looking like snakes to me 🤪

Princess Fahrelnissa Zeid

She is Ashlesha moon

Ashlesha natives love color and using bold patterns and designs in their work but their work is maximalist through and through

with Punarvasu, their artworks were almost minimalist compared to the hypermaximalist works that Ashlesha natives seem to create

do you see how crowded and busy these works are?

Keith Haring

He is Ashlesha rising and we can see how he consistently used similar motifs throughout his work but his work is very loud and very maximalist

like this

his work is very eclectic and very busy

Andy Warhol

Andy Warhol is Ashlesha sun & rising and his most famous artwork is one that uses repetitive imagery and features Marilyn Monroe (Ashlesha rising)

(yes this is a painting) Ashlesha natives love to use the same pattern to crowd an entire painting

Willem de Kooning

He is an Ashlesha moon and his works also have the same eclectic, colorful and "loud" aesthetic that we saw in the works of other Ashlesha natives

do you see how there is a similar running motif in all his works but compared to the works of a Punarvasu native, an Ashlesha native work seems far more frenetic and fast(?) there is a different degree of intensity

#astrology notes #astrology observations #sidereal astrology #vedic astro notes #astrology #nakshatras #astroblr #astro notes #astro observations #vedic astrology #astro community #punarvasu #ashlesha #art #abstract art

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tricksymewtini · 1 year

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sad gay people 🫶

close ups under the cut :3

(they're not really closeups but also they are??? idk lol)

#cosmo's creations :3 #madoka magica #homura akemi #madoka kaname #homumado #madohomu #they deserve the entire world #they deserve to be happy #WAAAAAAA #i love them so dearly...#theyre so gay...#in the saddest way ever....#they just like me fr #rip bozo 🫶

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I would like to suggest a name for the new ghoul.

I know I'm late throwin' my hat into the ring, and I think everyone is latched onto Phantom now, but I would like to present to you all an idea and my manifesto as to why.

Aeon.

For a few reasons, being as follows:

1.) Aeon represents an indefinite and long period of time. Quintessence, the fifth element, was thought to be a unknown and magickal element known to make up the cosmos. A powerful element found in every aspect of nature, and what modern physicists refer to now as dark matter, believed to make something like 65% of the energy in the observable universe. Quintessence being timeless and existing infinitely, for aeons and aeons and aeons...

2.) Aeons play a role in Gnostic creation myth. They were said to be the personification of the idea of knowing. As in supreme consciousness, from the mind of God. In a few Gnostic systems, the Aeon of wisdom rebelled against the order and became the Aeon of Chaos.

3.) Aeons were a concept from our favourite occultist (next to me) Aleister Crowley as part of his mysticism and religious system Thelema. The idea was that each history of civilization was divided and grouped with a different (Egyptian) deity, and different magickal and religious expressions would occur under these.

4.) Aeon shares the same "ae" as Aether and honestly that fucks.

In conclusion,

A short and snappy name that plays into the idea of a vast and unknowable magickal substance that began long ago and will continue forever. Something ethereal. Also has bonus religious and occult connotations.

#I'll show myself out #st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #ghost headcanons #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #nameless ghouls

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Just like last time, my thoughts for Pokemon Legends are immediately subsumed by potential futures rather than the immediate present

This time it's because the title is "Z-A", confirming that the titles are not directly named after the associated Legendary while also giving the impression that unused titles like Z are being revisited. Since that won't be applicable to every generation, though, they may also draw from concepts, places, times, people, etc.

With that in mind

Gen 1: Legends Rainbow - the player is a Rocket Scientist (not a literal one, but one that works for a not-yet-totally-evil Team Rocket) working in the Pokemon Mansion and the project to clone Mew; the first major story beat after the tutorial is the discovery of a Mew sample, with the rest being further research and gathering materials needed for the cloning process/raising process for Mewtwo; named Rainbow in reference to being a part of the color generation and as a nod to Team Rocket's eventual evolution into Team Rainbow Rocket

Gen 2: Legends Brass - focuses on the Brass Tower and the events leading up to the creation of the Beast Trio; possibly the only game that doesn't somehow involve the player being part of a to-be villainous team; may introduce a new "Brass" or "Copper Legendary" to complement Ho-Oh and Lugia's Gold and Silver

Gen 3: Legends Meteor - the player chooses between being on the Magma or Aqua research team and investigates the ecological effects of a recently fallen meteor that, unbeknownst to anyone, carries Deoxys; may also be fun to call it "Legends Peridot," as generation 3 was the gem generation and peridot are found in meteors

Gen 5: Legends Grey - the player is a Plasma Knight under the Twin Heroes; halfway through the game, the Heroes have a falling out that splits the Original Dragon, and the player must choose who to side with (though they will likely end up seeing the other half of the story later cus the idea will be to understand both sides)

Gen 7: Legends Stars - the player begins as a resident of Ultra Megalopolis and member of the Ultra Recon Squad, with Poipole and two other Ultra Beasts as their possible starters, exploring Ultra Space. At the midpoint of the game, the player goes on a recon mission to Alola, where they capture a new "starter" to help blend in

Gen 8: Legends Darkness - leads up to the events of the Darkest Day; rather than being a part of an equivalent to Team Yell, the player is part of the group that one day becomes the Macro Cosmos conglomerate; could also be called "Legends Armor" or "Legends Arrow" or something to that effect if they want to complete the Hero Trio with a "Zayellow"

Gen 9: Legends Zero - covers the events of the Area Zero expedition with Heath and has the player being flung between the past and future, possibly getting branched evolutions for their starter based on which time period they evolve in

#pokemon #pokemon legends #pokemon legends z-a #pokemon legends za

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forgotten-elves · 1 year

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Enduring Roots Legacy Challenge

A seven generation Sims 4 legacy challenge based on some of the plants found in the base game. Focus on gardening and some supernatural gameplay.

Required Packs: None

Optional Packs (for some alternate aspirations/traits & optional goals): Cats & Dogs, City Living, Cottage Living, Crystal Creations, Discover University, Eco Lifestyle, For Rent, Get Famous, Get Together, Get to Work, High School Years, Horse Ranch, Island Living, Journey to Batuu, Jungle Adventure, Outdoor Retreat, Paranormal, Realm of Magic, Romantic Garden, Seasons, Snowy Escape, Spa Day, Strangerville, Vampires, Werewolves

Getting started: Aging can be set to whatever you prefer, including being turned off entirely. Gen 1 can be created alone, or with a spouse, sibling, parents, etc., and can be of any age. The listed aspiration does not have to be picked as the sim's first one; they just need to work on (and ideally complete) it at some point in their lives. This challenge is meant to be flexible and guide storytelling, not to be intentionally difficult, and adapt to whatever packs you might have (whether that be none, or all of them), so feel free to make changes to the rules where you need to.

Currently play-testing. As I do, and as new packs release, I may make some changes.

Generation 1: Orchard

Always bright as a summer’s day, and beloved by everyone you’ve met, sometimes you’ve been told you’re too much of a good thing. And that some quirks are just not endearing. It’s not your fault you can see things others can’t, and you refuse to pass up the opportunity to make a friend, living or dead.

Traits: Cheerful, Erratic [or Cringe (for rent), or Clumsy], Outgoing [or Dog Lover (cats & dogs), Cat Lover (cats & dogs), Animal Enthusiast (cottage living), or Horse Lover (horse ranch)]

Aspiration: Friend of the World, Friend of the Animals (cats & dogs), Country Caretaker (cottage living), or Emissary of the Collective (werewolves).

Goals:

Reach level five of the comedy skill

Befriend 3 ghosts*

Have a penpal

Grow an orchard of at least three different types of fruit trees

Have a ghost join the household, or a current member die and rejoin the household as a ghost.*

Optional: Live in a haunted house residential (paranormal)

Optional: Have the island spirits lot trait (island living), and/or spooky lot challenge (city living)

Optional: Max the medium skill (paranormal), pet training skill (cats & dogs), and/or horse riding skill (horse ranch)

Optional: Complete any of the following collections: postcards, sugar skulls, and/or spirit dolls (snowy escape)

*Ghost pets (cats & dogs) and horses (horse ranch) qualify. Specters (paranormal) do not.

Generation 2: Wolfsbane

A student of the earth and the night sky, you’ve always found the mysteries of the world more intriguing than any facet of contemporary human civilization.

Traits: Loner [or Socially Awkward (high school years) or Unflirty (city living)], Genius [or Bookworm], Loves Outdoors

Aspiration: The Curator, Archaeology Scholar (jungle adventure), Outdoor Enthusiast (outdoor retreat), Jungle Explorer (jungle adventure), Cure Seeker (werewolves), or Crystal Crafter (crystal creations).

Goals:

Grow an herb garden

Grow wolfsbane flowers*

Have a telescope

Reach level 10 of the logic skill

Moonbathe at least once during each different lunar phase

Optional: Max the vampire lore skill (vampires), herbalism skill (outdoor retreat), and/or gemology skill (crystal creations).

Optional: Complete any of the following collections: microscope, space prints and/or fossils

*If you don’t have Vampires or Werewolves, then you may have to use debug to find the flower, as although it is a base game plant, I don’t know if there is any way to access it through base game gameplay.

Generation 3: U.F.O Fruit

Your parent inspired in you an awe for the cosmos, but unlike them, who considered it distant and obscure, you’re determined to experience as much of the expanse as you can. All your dreams of adventure you will make reality, and your belief in true love may guide the way.

Traits: Good [or Generous (for rent)], Childish, Loyal [or Adventurous (snowy escape)]

Aspiration: Soulmate, Extreme Sports Enthusiast (snowy escape), Strangerville Mystery (strangerville), or Paragon of Hope (journey to batuu).

Teen Aspiration (optional, would not replaces main aspiration): Live Fast (high school years) or Goal Oriented (high school years)

Goals:

Have a Lin Z speaker

Marry either your high school or college sweetheart, or meet your future spouse on vacation (or while visiting Sixam (get to work)

Reach level five of the fitness skill

Have a rocket ship and reach level 10 of the rocket science skill

Find the U.F.O fruit and use it to start a garden

After having your first child, publish 3 children’s books

Optional: Grow all three Sixam plants in your garden (get to work)

Optional: Max the robotics skill (discover university)

Optional: Complete any of the following collections: aliens, space rocks, geodes (get to work), and/or snow globes (city living)

Generation 4: Dragonfruit

There’s something about you that’s striking, alluring; you can’t enter a room without everyone’s eyes on you. Admire, but don’t touch. You have a reputation for having a thorny veneer, and no matter what you do, you can’t help but hurt the ones you love the most.

Traits: Mean [or Nosy (for rent)], Romantic, Self-Assured [or Self-Absorbed (get famous)]

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief, Serial Romantic, Villainous Valentine, Party Animal, Leader of the Pack (get together), World Famous Celebrity (get famous), or City Native (city living).

Teen Aspiration (optional, would not replace main aspiration): Drama Llama (high school years), Live Fast (high school years), or Admired Icon (high school years)

Goals:

Have and use a voodoo doll

Reach level 10 charisma

Grow dragonfruit

Throw/attend a social event (or a festival) every weekend while a young adult

Earn gold on three dates

Become enemies with two sims that you were previously good friends with

Optional: Complete any of the following collections: crystals, MySims trophies, city posters (city living), and/or tassels (for rent)

Optional: Max the gemology skill (crystal creations).

Generation 5: Cowplant

Dull days and long nights under pulsating lights and darkened rooms. You’re an eccentric bartender constantly surrounded by the pungent vitality of your workplace, and you find it therapeutic. But as you truly begin to perfect your craft, you find yourself bored with drinks that only free the mind for a time, and become obsessed with creating the elixir of life.

Traits: Evil, Perfectionist [or Overachiever (high school years)], Foodie [or Glutton]

Aspiration: Master Mixologist, Purveyor of Potions (realm of magic), or Expert Nectar Maker (horse ranch)

Teen Aspiration (optional, would not replace main aspiration): Drama Llama (high school years)

Goals:

Enter the culinary career (regardless of aspiration) and reach level four (you can choose to leave after that).

Grow grapes

Grow a cowplant and routinely milk it for the essence of life (even if you no longer need it for yourself)

Have a good relationship with only one of your children (your heir)

Optional: Learn the Pufferfish Nigiri recipe (city living)

Optional: Have the On a Dark Ley Line lot trait (vampires)

Optional: Make beetle juice and serve it to a friend/significant-other/family-member three times in a row as a "prank" (eco lifestyle)

Optional: Max the juice-fizzing skill (eco lifestyle) and/or nectar-making skill (horse ranch)

Generation 6: Death Flower

You grew up surrounded by the constant shadow of death, and you, the only one your parent could never sacrifice, were the one to finally end their reign of terror. Now, you’re alone with your memories, not even the Grim Reaper to talk to. You spend your life writing haunting eulogies, driven by some sense of penance, both for the lives your parent took and for the one murder you committed to end the carnage.

Traits: Gloomy, Loner [or Paranoid (strangerville)], Jealous [or High Maintenance (spa day)]

Aspiration: Musical Genius, Inner Peace (spa day) or Good Vampire (vampires)

Goals:

Reach level 10 of an instrument (violin, pipe organ (vampires), piano, or guitar)

Befriend the Grim Reaper during your childhood/teen years

Kill your parent during your teenage or young adult life stage

Only visit community lots at night

Grow orchids, pomegranates, and death flowers

Optional: Have the tragic clown painting

Optional: Have the Cursed (city living) and/or Spooky lot challenge (city living)

Optional: Ask for three wishes from the wishing well (romantic garden)

Optional: Max the wellness skill (spa day)

Generation 7: Forbidden Fruit of the Plant Sim

Your parent lived in eternal mourning, so any happiness or beauty were things you had to find yourself. You found all that and more, in the splendors of nature, and became obsessed with capturing it on canvas for everyone to see. As you tread deeper into nature’s embrace, you find secrets that transform the very essence of your being.

Traits: Creative [or Art Lover], Cheerful, Loves Outdoors [or Green Fiend (eco lifestyle)]

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinare, Freelance Botanist, or Country Caretaker (cottage living)

Goals:

Live off-the-grid

Reach level 10 gardening

Reach level 10 painting

Complete three masterpiece quality paintings

Find the forbidden fruit of the plant sim; plant it

Become a plant sim (unless you are already an occult)

Optional: Have the Creepy Crawlies (jungle adventure), Simple Living (cottage living) and/or Reduce & Recycle lot challenge (eco lifestyle)

Optional: Max the flower arranging skill (seasons)

Optional: Complete any of the following collections: frogs and/or insects (outdoor retreat)

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talonabraxas · 2 months

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“The world rests as the lotus in the palm of my hand, the cosmos revolves around my finger like a discus. I blow the music of life through my conch and wield my mace to protect all creatures.” – Krishna Upanishad

The Multiverse as Vishnu's Dream Talon Abraxas

While Brahma creates the Universe, Vishnu is the source of all Creation. And he also sustains and protects the Universe making his role a lot more complex than that of Brahma’s.

Vishnu is the All-Pervading One, derived from “vis’ in Sanskrit which means both ‘to spread’ and ‘to be present everywhere’.

Even when there was Nothing, there was Vishnu, present as a nameless, formless, dormant energy. In this un-manifested (nirguna) state, even Vishnu was not aware of his own being. He just was. But just because he was not perceived, does not mean he did not exist.

In this Nothingness, when the first ripple of awareness stirred , spontaneously and of its own will, the formless energy became Vishnu, the Supreme Being, Parabrahman.

As Parabrahma, Vishnu lies in a dream like state on the serpent Adisesha Ananta who is Time, without beginning or end. Ananta floats for all eternity on the waters of the Ksheer Sagar ( the ocean of Cosmic Consciousness).

When Brahma begins the process of Creation, it is Vishnu who expands into everything and becomes part of everything. Now he is Brahman, the Cosmic Consciousness.

As if he is seeing a dream, Vishnu watches Brahma create the Universe. By the act of watching his dream, Vishnu sustains the Universe. When Vishnu wakes from his dream one cycle of Creation ends.

Vishnu who dreams up the Universe must also now protect it. To maintain the order of Creation, Vishnu becomes The Protector. He takes the form of Ishwara or God.

This form of Vishnu looks very different from the one reclining on Ananta. He is standing,radiant as the sun and has four arms. In his hands he holds the Conch, The Discus, The Lotus and The Mace.

From the Nirguna Brahman( formless energy) Vishnu thus becomes Saguna Brahman, a God with forms and attributes. Vishnu is now the Supreme Lord, Parameshwar.

At times, when world descends into total chaos, Lord Vishnu comes to its rescue in the form of an Avatar, or incarnation.

The ten incarnations of Vishnu in the physical world are:

1.Matsya (fish) 2.Kurma (turtle) 3.Varaha (boar) 4.Narasimha (man-lion) 5.Vamana (dwarf) 6.Parashurama (warrior-priest) 7.Rama ( man who was like God) 8.Krishna (God who was born as man) 9.Buddha (the enlightened one) 10.Kalki (horseman, who has not yet appeared)

References to Vishnu are found even in the Rig Veda, the oldest of the scared texts.

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The Sacred Bell

A blessed bell, enchanted with the purpose of expelling the malignant energy from an area or person. Can be created from a glass or metal bell.

These can be created by the practitioner or by outsourcing it to a priest or other holy person. Doesn't matter which religion it simply matters that the belief during its creation is unwavering.

Today I'll go over one of the ways for its creation

Opus Est~

Blood of Caster

Water

Salt

Bowl

5 Candles

Setting Up the Ritual:

To begin, place the bowl in direct sunlight, middle of the afternoon is best as the sun's rays are the strongest(hottest).

Place the Bell in the middle of the bowl.

Surround yourself with candles in a five point array, take care not to light them yet.

Make sure the other ingredients are nearby and you can start the Ritual

Ritual Of The Sacred Bell

Begin by igniting each candle in a clockwise direction, as you light each candle chant:

"Spirit of fire and flame, bringer of light, grant me your power and holy might."

Once the circle has been completed add the salt into the bowl, as you do so chant :

"Salt of the blessed earth, grant me your power and divine touch"

Next add the water, all while chanting:

"By salt and by fire, I (insert Magick name Here) bless these waters and make holy in the name of the old gods and spirits of nature."

Next add the blood of the caster, your blood, this fuels the magick and adds a permanence to the spell, as you do so chant:

"Blood of life, sacred and eternal.

Holiest of water, purifying and kind.

Salt of the Earth, blessed and plentiful.

Fire of Creation, Life Giving and Protective.

I (insert Magick name here) sanctify this tool with the divine properties of the cosmos, with every ring the bell shall banish malignant energy from its midst and bring forth goodness and light"

you will then pick the Bell up and hold it outstretched facing the sun, you will be naming the magical tool. The name gives it strength, it gives it a personality. While I cant give you a name for it I can give you an outline for how you should do it.

"I (insert Magickal Name Here) before the old gods and the cosmos themselves grant the title and name (insert objects name you've made) unto this tool until the end of time, may every time its name is said strengthen a reaffirm its purpose. As it was said so it has always been."

This is just one of thousands of ways to sanctify a bell, if it doesn't vibe with you I always say to make your own. Magick is inherently personal to each practitioner, if you would prefer to have a priest or a rabbi or a Buddhist monk do it then feel free. There's nothing wrong with that<3

Well I hope I was able to teach you a little something on Magick today, until next time :)

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"Hana's Grand Unveiling: Who is Hana? 💋✨ #HanasReveal #HanaHasThe411"

January 10th, 2024.

•—✧✷ Well, well, well, Upper East Shifters! The prodigal blogger has returned! Cue the applause, the confetti, and, of course, the eye rolls. Yes, my fellow shifters and followers, it's moi—Hana. I've been MIA for what feels like a century, and in the midst of my Instagram-worthy life drama, I've managed to gain a few followers. Not that they care, but hey, who needs a lame and basic introduction when you're living the chaotic dream?

Round of applause for my stellar disappearing act! Bravo, Hana. But enough about that. Let's dive into the grand reintroduction because, let's face it, you've been deprived. What can I say? Life's been a rollercoaster, with more twists and turns than a binge-(un)worthy season finale of Riverdale. But fear not, for the gossip and glam are back, and I'm about to spill the tea on yours truly. Ready or not, here comes the multidimensional Hana comeback!

✧ About me, Xoxo.

—✧✷ Greetings, cyber citizens! I'm your digital deity, Hana Beeyuh, reigning over the online realm. Real identity? Baby, that's a closely guarded secret. She/they pronouns are my melody, and proudly transcribing my existence as a fabulous transgender woman. Virgo vibes and INFP musings – at the ripe age of 19, I'm navigating the academic jungle with a major in Business Administration. Because, let's be real, who doesn't love a business-savvy queen?

Oh, and here's a little nugget of trivia to spice up the Hana saga—I'm rocking the Klinefelter Syndrome, making me a naturally sculpted divine doll. HRT process? A breeze, honey. Feeling blessed, and this goddess is ready to conquer the digital cosmos. Buckle up, buttercups! 🌟💻 #HanaBeeyuh #OnlineRoyalty

—✧✷ Listen up, trendsetters and multiverse explorers! Hana Beeyuh, your guide through the virtual wonderland, is spilling the tea on her current obsessions. Since the mystical year of 2020, shifting has been my jam – and yes, girlies, I've successfully made the leap! Yay for alternate realities!

Now, let's talk beauty—natural vibes with a splash of bold Latina and Thai makeup, because who says you can't slay in multiple cultures? Embracing the magic of witchcraft, I'm your modern-day enchantress. Need some data entry wizardry? Count me in. And of course, strutting the cyber catwalk, because fashion is life.

But wait, there's more! Yours truly is also a subliminal sorcerer, crafting unseen spells for your subconscious. I've got a stash of creations waiting to dazzle, and when they hit the digital airwaves, you'll be the first to know. Stay tuned, my cyber comrades! 🌐💄🔮

—✧✷ Hold onto your broomsticks, spellbinders! Hana Beeyuh here, spilling the enchanted tea about my bewitching side. Yes, luvly, I'm not just interested in witchcraft—I am a full-fledged chaos-type witch, and I'm here to own it. No rulebook, no limitations—I dance to the rhythm of my own magical beat.

Quick disclaimer: I'm not your run-of-the-mill chaos magick witch. Let's get one thing straight – my craft is a constantly evolving masterpiece, not a cookie-cutter spell from the dusty pages of some ancient tome. Had to clear that up because, you know, some witches get their broomsticks in a twist when you mix "chaos magick" and "creating your own craft" in the same cauldron <3.

And now, a moment of worship for the Goddess of Keys and Witchcraft, the ultimate diva, Hekate. Bow down, beauties, for her cunty aura is the reason I'm a devoted follower. The slay is real, and so is my commitment to the mystical queen.

—✧✷ Picture this: the current earworms that have me spellbound include the hypnotic vibes of Melanie Martinez, the powerhouse notes of Ariana Grande, the offbeat allure of Ayesha Erotica, the soulful serenades by SZA, and the sultry sounds of Summer Walker.

Now, let me spill the real tea—I might not be the maestro of musical taste. In fact, I'm shamelessly riding the trend wave, and who can blame me? These beats are too good to resist.

•—✧✷ Alright, my curious companions, buckle up for a little rendezvous into the aesthetics of both my CR-self and DR-Self. If you're itching to unravel the layers of my vibe, swing by to the "Beeyuh Core" page, or if you want more shifting teas, drive your Mercedes to "Hana's Shifting Teas" that you can access from the front page! 👀

And with that, my luvlies, behold the finale of my introduction—lovely, yet a tad messy. Here's to hoping that as you tread the path of my posts, you, my moots and followers, get to uncover the layers of Hana Beeyuh. For now, a temporary farewell, my luvlies. Buh-bye~

Xoxo, Hana. 💋🫧

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