#myth rambles

Also me when the gays are doomed:

Legend: Aren't you tired of being nice?

Thanks @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy for tagging me :D <3

why did you choose your url?

when i was a young sixth grader- I did a lot of roleplay (i still do a lot of roleplay but i digress) and so the first rp i made that i really liked was a minecraft high school rp on a plot server. there was a portal to a magical land we called Mytheria and I liked the word so much I've just used it for most of my accounts since. :D i just added sims on the end for this.

any side blogs? if you have them name them and why you have them?

this is a side blog but its far more active then my actual blog where i mostly just reblog stuff. I have another sideblog from my stardew valley days with a friend but it's dead so.

how long have you been on tumblr?

no idea at least- like- 5 years maybe? who knows.

do you have a queue tag?

no- since most of my queue posts are scheduled for stuff. i should make one maybe- who knows.

why did you start this blog in the first place?

I got really bored one day when i was in quarantine and decided to start posting my sims content ^^

why did you choose your icon/pfp?

It was just the nicest screenshot I had at the time. i think im going to update it soon I just don't know what i want to update it too.

why did you choose your header?

Once again- just one of the nice screenshots i had. maybe i'll update it, who knows.

what's your post with the most notes?

my introduction post!

how many mutuals do you have?

Emotionally 0 because I'm too scared to actually talk to anyone but probably about 7? maybe?

how many people do you follow?

116 but not all of those are sim blogs!

how many followers do you have?

as of this post- 18 which means 18 people like to listen to me ramble so I count that as a win!

have you ever made a shitpost?

... does the vlad edit count?

did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

I haven't existed very long so no- not that I want too. I've had too much drama this year, I think I'd just dissolve.

how often do you use tumblr each day?

um- a couple times a day and I scroll a lot if I can't sleep ^^

how do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts?

I don't really know- I try to reblog what I see when it comes to PSA or social justice content onto my main blog (also onto here sometimes) but I do miss things. So I guess whatever floats people's boats.

do you like ask games?

They're really fun! Sometimes I don't know what to write thought but other then that I find them enjoyable!

do you like tag games?

Same answer to above ^^

which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Most of them- I don't know why any of them are here but I'm glad they are at the same time! The ones off the top of my head are: @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy @void-imp @wolfrynn313

do you have a crush on a mutual?

No <3

TAGS

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Prahlada

He roams around the grounds, not noticing the world around him. His thoughts lost in his Narayan, residing in an abode much afar but still present as intimately close as next to his heart. His body belonging to this world as much as a wanderer belongs to one place. Witnessing his pious devotion to the unknown made one yearn: who was this someone who could contain the entirety of your love? who could embrace it completely and envelop you in the peace of acceptance?

These thoughts were the reason why the sight of an unfettered Prahlad attracted admiration as well as envy, long gone in his love, away from the golden bonds of Maya, free from the fear, hopelessness and bitterness it sired. Liberated. Made one wonder what were those acts of altruism in his past life that came to fruition as such high fortunes? Allowed him to achieve the peace of not being affected by the materialism, to be one with the supreme soul in such juvenility. The child's love and resolve, despite all the tribulations casted upon him by his own father, always sparkled brilliantly, as a tiny clay lamp in a stormy, starless night.

How useless the pity of people for someone who never considered his misfortunes. In his thoughts, he probably was one of the most fortunates, and those around him admitted it's truth, free as he was from the debilitating fear of death. How pathetic his father's violence seemed in the face of a faith that could deny the basest laws of creation, deny the fire its scorching nature, deny death its result...

And maybe that faith was the bond which brought the unknown onto the known earth, lighted the raging fury in the gentlest one, all for the salvation of their beloved devotee. The enraged, horrifying form of half man-half lion was one remotest from the kind lotus-eyed, doting, benevolent guardian vision that graced the eyes of those who loved, for who could love the terror this form inspired, this guise that made the abode ofYama seem alluring in comparison.

But that blessed child still proves wrong, those who saw with only their eyes, his love still unbreakable, his faith immovable. He sees his Narayan, as sure as day, in the bloodshed eyes of that unknown horror, and passes his final trial. He loves his Narayan ardently, even when they are present in the form of wrath itself, and finally his Narayan surrenders themselves to him, with arms outstretched, with only love to offer in return of this priceless, pure devotion.

Tagging the mods: @1nsaankahanhai-bkr , @allegoriesinmediasres and @soniaoutloud