#higher realm

[theangelsnumbers]

You’re not imagining it. That number you keep seeing, the sudden calm in chaos, the feeling that something bigger is watching over you — That’s divine presence. That’s your angels reminding you: You are protected. You are chosen. You are never, ever alone.

[strawberrym00nx]

🍦 <𝟑 .ᐟ 🍨 icecream!reader x vampire!eric au 🍦<𝟑 .ᐟ 🍨

icecream!reader who saw vampire!eric for the first time while he was gliding through the streets at midnight while she was getting a vanilla ice cream cone with rainbow sprinkles from the ice cream truck. intrigued, she followed him, licking her cone. 

vampire!eric who pretended like he didn't notice until he caught her off guard and pinned her to the wall, growling, asking her what she wanted from him and who sent her. icecream!reader who simply offered him her cone, eyes slightly widened with fear. 

vampire!eric who licked her throat instead, but found her impossible to bite, unable to figure out why. icecream!reader who loves all things cream colored and white, they look like day and night when they're out walking together because they can't stay away from each other. 

icecream!reader who comes from the highest realm. able to soothe the darkest monsters who need the most love. vampire!eric who becomes her protector. 

[rev-simpe-bediako]

Walking a Realm Higher Than Nature

Walking a Realm Higher Than Nature

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[isyeye]

Protas, the greatest fid of Thelenes, had climbed to the top of a mountain near Ethras and looked down upon the plain that nourished the city-state and observed the shadows of the clouds, and compared their shapes. He had had his famous upsight that while the shapes of the shadows undeniably answered to those of the clouds, the latter were infinitely more complex and more perfectly realized than the former, which were distorted not only by the loss of a spatial dimension but also by being projected onto terrain that was of irregular shape. Hiking back down, he had extended that upsight by noting that the mountain seemed to have a different shape every time he turned round to look back at it, even though he knew it had but one absolute form and that these seeming changes were mere figments of his shifting point of view. From there he had moved on to his greatest upsight of all, which was that these two observations—the one concerning the clouds, the other concerning the mountain—were themselves both shadows cast into his mind by the same greater, unifying idea. Returning to the Periklyne he had proclaimed his doctrine that all the things we thought we knew were shadows of more perfect things in a higher world. This had become the essential doctrine of Protism. If Protas could be respected for saying so, then what was wrong with me thinking that our Mynster, and this machine hall, were both shadows of some higher thing that existed elsewhere—a sacred place of which they were both shadows, and that cast other shadows in such places as Bazian arks and groves of ancient trees?

Neal Stephenson, Anathem