light illusions

For a long time, neither of them spoke. Somewhere far beyond the office walls, Harry could hear the sound of voices, students heading down to the Great Hall for an early breakfast, perhaps. It seemed impossible that there could be people in the world who still desired food, who laughed, who neither knew nor cared that Sirius Black was gone forever. […]

“I feel I owe you another explanation, Harry,” said Dumbledore hesitantly. “You may, perhaps, have wondered why I never chose you as a prefect? I must confess … that I rather thought … you had enough responsibility to be going on with.” Harry looked up at him and saw a tear trickling down Dumbledore’s face into his long silver beard.

Pisces - Master Illusionist 

Pisces is a sign of glamour and illusion. The lights and sounds of cinema, the illusion of role play and reality, the experimental style, and the startling creativity is a part of the Pisces screenplay. Neptune is the ruler of Pisces and she is capable of expressing variable forms. She is the archetypal mermaid, the sufferer of hysteria, the trickery of substances, and the dreamer of dreams. Neptune and Pisces govern confusion and elusion. She stands between two imaginary worlds and points you into both directions. And this is different from the Leo’s theatre. Leo is the star of the show. But Pisces is losing yourself in the show, becoming entranced by the music, the echoes, the lights and smoke. Universal symbolism is expressed through the imagery in cinema, art and performance. This is the dreamy sway of Pisces, and the complete submission. Pisces gives form to unrealism, unreality, invisible messages and sequences. She can be lucrative, poetic, and vague. She sublimely seduces you into the state of nothingness and everything at the same time, she guides you beyond the ego, into the water whipped imagination of the source itself. There is of course deception waiting in these murky waters as she knows all to well. She can lure you into destruction from unseen forces. She is a watercolour artwork splaying in every direction across the canvas, enigmatic, beautiful, and poisonous. 

-C.

[art: Yang Ha]

The most ridiculous fight in all of RWBY hasn't happened yet

You thought it was the Nevermore fight. Then the gun-chucks vs pimp cane. You thought Pyrrha curbstomping four dudes at once was nuts? Try one-shotting a mech with a flaming corgi. No, try a purse minigun vs evil shadow animals. Nope. It was none of those things.

It wasn’t the meme team vs Freezerburn, and it wasn’t even Pyrrha standing tall against a demigod.

The most ridiculous fight wasn’t even wacky inflatable tube Grimm. So, you ask, what will it be? What will take the crown of most absurd fight in a show of insane battles?

A four-way fight between Blake, Sun, Neo, and Emerald. Hallucinations, shadow clones, illusions, and light-clones. No one would know who they were fighting. There would be like twenty combatants. Everything is just madness and shattered glass and “nope, you missed me,” over and over again. Please, CRWBY. Give this to me.

Humanity, primitive or cultured, knows several forms of self-control. This self-control as a kind of life tactic means one behaves according to existing forms of culture, that one keeps oneself within certain bounds. Having adopted this mode of life, we remain silent although our blood drives us to speak; we check our temper and show calmness even when a storm is raging within; we compel ourselves to adopt an attitude completely contradictory to our thoughts, so we pretend to be amiable, obliging, correct, sweet, and full of love for humanity in situations where murder would more accord with our being.

How often have we been shown great interest only because people thought this obligatory in their positions or in a certain situation? Such a mode of life is so truthless, so absolutely false, so utterly incorrect that it alone suffices to maintain and stimulate many forms of evil in this world. We are instructed and educated in this mode of life; it is an indispensable factor in any method of life. Hardly anybody is free of it.

This self-control is self-protection. For if we were to show our own self in its true nature and unbridled, what would happen to ourselves and to others? We would plunge into chaos, a bloodbath, a hellish terror beyond all conception, a situation we find only in the border regions of the hereafter. So we control ourselves not only for the sake of an illusion of culture, but also out of fear—fear of the natural passions of others. Obviously, one can thus force all humanity to this iron self-control, establishing and maintaining a certain cultural norm by so doing. Nevertheless, it is a culture based on lies, illusion, and fear, which leaves humankind living on a volcano.