They observe in the night, on the border of sleep and dream.
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@mega-robo
They observe in the night, on the border of sleep and dream.
I made this to practice GM:S. It’s a bit clunky but it works pretty well.
If anyone wants it I’ll post the file somewhere
Made this to get accustomed to GameMaker: Studio a while back. It’s unfinished and will likely never be finished because It’s time to move on to other things, I do kinda want to add a boss at the end though.
I’m working on another game, so follow my blog to keep updated on that :)
(it’s supposed to be a gif, but if anyone wants to play it send me a note I’ll post the files somewhere or send it to you directly)
Magic PSA
Literally everything’s made up and the rules don’t matter
Don’t let anyone tell you how to practice witchcraft
If it works for you, keep fucking doing it
Hey, I’m alive. X3
Just wanted to show you guys Noel, my latest project. He’s not completely finished yet but he works
Also, yes. that is a real skull and pelt
Video of him in action can be viewed here:
https://www.facebook.com/CraftyChimeraArt/videos/1865705813675017/
my fav trope is like, nonhuman characters not understanding human needs/customs but still being super supportive of their human companion
“look what I found while exploring this planet’s surface!” “kilrak please I’m trying to sleep” “ah yes your human circadian rhythm. *stage whispering* I am supposed to be quiet during this time in your rhythm, yes?”
“the book I purchased on ragnok V says humans require physical touch when upset. therefore, I shall engage in a ‘hug’ with you.” *supremely awkward five-armed hug ensues*
*human sneezes* “OH MY GOD SIL'EEN GET THE MEDIC OUR HUMAN IS DYING”
“this pamphlet I received recently says that humans require companions and packmates in the form of small earth creatures. you should have told me this before we departed earth, but it is no worry. we will have to stop at the next trade planet to get you one of these ‘cats’ or ‘dogs’.”
imagine the aliens really purchasing a kitten for one of their rough and world-weary scifi badass human companions and watching in helpless wonderment what ensues
“she’s been cuddling that small animal for the past fifteen minutes just going ‘kitty, kitty’. did we - did we break our human?”
a more seasoned alien puts one of their tentacles around the younger one as the rest of the team gathers to watch their human make kissy noises.
“no, kilrak,” the alien says. “we did good.”
“Human-Steve! I have heard that today is the anniversary of your hatching! According to my human culture pamphlet, it is customary to set a sugary pastry on fire while chanting your species’ growth incantation and presenting sacrifices wrapped in shiny paper. I am afraid to ask, in case this ritual is sacred and this request therefor insensitive… but may I be allowed to participate? It sounds much more fascinating than molting.”
“Human Steve, I have read about your ritual dance called ‘The Hokey Pokey,’ performed mostly at mate-bonding celebrations after the guests reach an elevated level of intoxication. But Human Steve, how do I know WHICH left foot to put in, put out, and shake all about? I do not… Human Steve, why are you laughing?”
“Human-Steve, you are… you are eating, but it is not one of your ritual fueling times. Are you dying? Is everything alright? Have you not been receiving enough sustenance? Do I need to get you better things to eat? Human-Steve, why are you trying to hide that food?”
“Human-Steve, my research has informed me of a grave oversight in your care that I, as your companion, have made! Thus, I have gathered collections of fictional human literature to read aloud at the time of your bed. Which is more to your liking: “The Care and Keeping of Cacti” or “1001 Crossword Puzzles?” Human-Steve? Human-Steve, I am serious.“
@tyrannosaurussax
I would read the adventures of human-steve
Morty you got - you gotta play the drums, Morty you gotta *burp* you gotta play em and march with the rest of the guys
look what i just found in the attic. this is starting to really freak me out…
wait what the FUCK
the multiverse theory is real
I found the non-photoshopped version, in the original post if you zoom in really close there are artifacts that indicate photoshop. this image was on reddit, Here: https://www.reddit.com/r/MandelaEffect/comments/3gre5c/berentstein_vs_berenstain/cu0rgjm
The watch enchantment seems to have deteriorated into a focus, rather than a programmed thing... I guess i’ll need more practice with these things, or a more focused mind.
Enchanted watch
After my last oops some time ago when I enchanted my glasses without specifying a source to draw from and causing a constant headache, I have applied what I learned from said mistake to enchant my watch.
The enchantment has 3 “modes“ “Absorb”, “Release”, and “Stop“. I change the mode by changing the way I wear the watch. dial up, dial down, or not wearing it at all.
If I were to do it again, I’d probably add a verbal disenchant command in case something goes awry again, though It’s a simple program so It shouldn’t be too hard to dismantle if need be.
To those beginner-intermediate people discovering or researching magic:
It's fine to research, theorize about, and study magic, in fact it's a very important thing. At the end of the day though, if you do nothing with what you've learned, even if doing something with it proves it false, you have done nothing.
Sure, actually doing something is harder than thinking and theorizing. Hell, it might even be a little painful when you discover things aren't the way you think they are. Let me tell you something- when you get hit hard, when your bones creak under the force that is assaulting you; something miraculous happens. your bones reenforce where they were hit, so that next time you get hit there, you can take it a little better, bounce back a little faster.
What am I saying with this? I'm saying go out and don't be afraid to fail. Magic, Just like everything else in life is something you work at and get better at. You will never be the best at anything the first time you try it, Magic is no different. Some people have talent, they may have a head start, but they need to work just like the rest of us. Talent is not a replacement for hard work and dedication.
I'm going to pose a challenge for you. Find something you believe is possible with magic. Something that you generally accept as a given or something that you've been researching. Something simple and easy to verify is ideal.
Test it
Not once, not twice, not 10 times, at least 50 times if you can, especially if it's something simple. Make it a long term project, but test it. Formulate an experiment and test it until you know for certain you either can, or can't. Record the results, post them on tumblr, or don't. It's up to you, but make sure you record them. If you don't like the result, change something and try again. if it never works, what you were testing isn't true. If so, you learned something valuable by testing it. Now you can move on and test the rest of your magic.
Bad night with the knight
Was trying to talk to Mitsuki last night, she seemed to have a double again (I've had this problem many times in the past). There was a strong image of her standing several meters in front of me, and a weaker image that ran into my arms. Obviously I was confused. at first I thought the stronger version must be her, but I remembered that spirits are usually much more prominent than her much of the time. I held onto the weaker version and asked what the stronger one was. she insisted she was Mitsuki, but something was off, she was too confident in her mannerisms or something, but she dropped the facade quickly after I made my suspicion known. she revealed herself (himself?) as the goodly knight of the goetia, I sensed I would have been given their name had I remembered it from reading about it in Merkavah Party Van's blog. he made a comment that was something along the lines of "you are a weak Magus, but you have potential" (thinking about this later, this is something I've been thinking and worrying about in my own life) he then offered his for me to shake his hand for some sort of deal, which I refused twice during this "session"... I guess I'll call it that. after I refused, he threw a spear through Mitsuki, I reacted by turning her into a mist form and changing her location to my "avatar's" head (I usually have an avatar of myself when I'm working in my own head) I asked him to leave after that, and told him I had no desire to work with the goetia currently. He picked up on the currently part, and I admitted that I might in the future, but not now. he seemed pleased with that and left.
note that this is just how i interpreted the experience and I really would rather people not tear into it unless they feel it's urgent. Thank you
Tumblr gave me a hat
It makes me happy :3
Components:
1x Beard (something that is important to the image of self)
1x fire (I used a lighter)
notebook paper
something to write with (I used a pen)
somewhere to burn said ritual
Ritual:I wrote something like the following on a sheet of notebook paper, I burned the final version, but this was what it said more or less,
"I mourn the loss of my love, even as I now know it was never to be. However, for so long as I draw breath, I pledge to improve my understanding of myself and use that knowledge in pursuit of my own betterment; that one day I may be accepted by one who completes me, the love of my life."
(in hindsight, I now realize It might have been good to expand on my desire to move on from the person, but it probably went through well enough)
I wrote the above over 4 iterations until I was happy with it, then folded the final version into an origami fortune teller and took it into the bathroom. I dried out the sink and shaved off my beard, then placed the paper in the sink with the beard nested into it. I put a small amount of energy onto the hairy mess and lit it on fire (note to self, no more fire in bathrooms until there is an exhaust fan, bleh). I watched it until it had finished burning, mostly for safety, but also to ensure the energy was correctly released (note to self, it definitely gave off the feeling of "Sacrifice" and "burnt offering")
After it had finished burning I put out the embers and after a bit of consideration and realizing the remaining charred mess wouldn't go down my already clogged drain I threw it in the toilet and flushed it.
Effects of the ritual on myself so far seem to be some clarity, I can think about things without thinking about "her" every other thought. However I also feel something welling just beyond myself, like some emotion that I can't quite pinpoint. I'm probably going to talk to my therapist about it when I see him (he seems to be very pro-altSpiritual/ doesn't diss magic or whatever you'd call it and we've had a couple conversations on the subject already.)
Explanation :
This is a little ritual I did to try and help myself get over someone. I'm still gauging the effects and can't recommend trying this immediately, because I'm still not 100% sure of the effects so far, so cast at your own risk.
The 11th Doctor
"You don't need two hearts to be a timelord, you just have to love weird numbers" he pulled a book off of the shelf, sat cross-legged in front of me and begun reading it, "if she finds you worthy, she will slice open your stomach and plant a death seed inside... Fibonacci!" with the last word he seemed to have a sudden realization, a bizarre pattern appeared in front of me, which devolved into a basketball sized orb with smooth, translucent round bumps, I recognized this as the death seed right as I woke up.
Magespeak: the tendency to change the way you write and/or speak to appear more grandiose and authoritative; Particularly when speaking about magic.
(I made this up, but I have to actively fight it a lot of the time when I write things up)
It’s this kind of naive animosity that warrants the necessary secrecy of the mysteries. The Great Work is not for the uncertain, or the mentally deficient, or the emotionally corrupt. If one has no desire for self mastery then one has no place nor value in the halls of wisdom. It is the nature of the esoteric to be protective of its mysteries. It is not elitism.
The occultist doesn’t see him or herself as better than one who is not illumined. We are simply the custodians of truth. There are those who pervert these truths for reasons of power, and they are psychologically disordered. They are the parasites. The occult simply is as it is, as magick itself has no innate bias.
If one does not understand the Great Work, one has no right to criticize. Their discernment is flawed; their capacity for understanding is deficient.