Classical philosophical advaita Vedanta

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Classical philosophical advaita Vedanta

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Toyhouse: Viveka on Toyhouse
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If you want to be at peace, purify the mind with surrender, meditations, devotions and service. If you want to realize, Nididhyasana
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âAre you alright?â Another voice chimes in. The world snaps back into sharp focus as Iâm grounded back into reality. It feels like a fall, shocking and uncomfortable as I blink stupidly at my surroundings. Iâm back at camp. Then the memories flood through me once more, a series of paintings splattered upon the canvas that was my broken mind. Blood, the sweet call of blood, then there was the nautiloid ship, and when I awoke there were tieflings, and then my saviorâ âWyll?â Concern flashes through his regal features and heâs crouched by my side in a heartbeat. âAre you alright? I was going to ask if you were ready for supper.â My breaths steadied, and everything returned to me sense by agonizing sense. The smell of meat cooked over an open flame, the feel of the small pebbles trapped in my boot, the taste of salt and bile coating the back of my throat, the sound of friendly chatter over the crackling of fire, and then the sight of the warm glow in Wyllâs deep, dark eyes. Dark eyes. I frown. âSorry, I just had another one of those memories flash by.â
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The Outing
It was no surprise that the perfect place for cloth shopping was the mall. There were multiple shops, a food court, jewelry, a movie theatre, any possible thing that was needed to keep the residents of the Devildom entertained.
You only visited the mall a few times whenever Asmo dragged you out, but it always amazed you whenever you entered. The store was always shining with different lights, and the smells were mixed with fast food and perfume, it was thrilling. At least, it was to you. Mammon and Asmo frequented the place so much this was like a second home to them, they just seemed at peace. Viveka was keeping her usual neutral appearance, her hands together and in front of her. âSuch a filthy domain. You would think theyâd take better care of a place as populated as this.â She grimaced, fists tightening at her sides. âWell, itâs not exactly the ownerâs fault that the visitors here litter so much. But they could use some more custodial staff, I agree.â You nodded.
âJust stay away from the food court honâ, itâs the filthiest place here. Plus, the food is sooo greasy, I could never eat there! Iâd risk ruining my perfect figure!â Asmodeus whined, putting the back of his hand to his forehead in a dramatic pose. âYada yada, we need to get to work and find some casual clothes for Viv!â Mammon snapped, crossing his arms angrily. You saw Viveka narrow her brows again. âDo not refer to me so casually you plebeians.â That comment sent chills up Mammonâs spine, so he tilted his head away in embarrassment; Too scared to properly speak up and apologize. You could sense she had bitten her tongue before spitting out any threats, her eyes swirled with unsaid fury that reminded you of a brutal blizzard, unnaturally cold in those red gem-like eyes.
âMc, what would you recommend?â Viveka asked, looking down at you. You snapped out of your trance and paled with the realization you had no idea what she was referring to. Quickly, you managed to somewhat dodge the question. âUhh, I usually just follow the brothers if Iâm being honest. Each store seems to have its own unique theme of clothing and such, so letâs just find one with casual clothes.â You said, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady. Viveka gave a curt nod. âThen letâs go, I donât appreciate having to wait.â
Asmo jumped to the role as a guide and led the way to a simple clothing store. Next in line was Mammon, grumbling to himself, then there was you and Viveka side by side. Although Viveka seemed less interested in the clothing store now. She pulled to a halt to focus on a store. âWhat are you looking at? Did something catch your eye?â You asked. Asmo and Mammon stopped as well and followed her gaze. It was a jewelry store, but it was a unique kind. One that sold gems and other items that you assumed would be used by those with spiritual beliefs, but she seemed focused on it. When her attention finally tore away from it, she pointed directly at Mammon. âYou. Follow me.â
âWha-Me?!â the greedy demon exclaimed. Asmodeus elbowed him, casting a glare. Viveka raised a brow before speaking. âHm, an unexpected and...quite disappointing reaction. I wish to take a look at what the store has to offer, and given that you clearly frequent this place almost as much as your brother, I would allow to accompany me so you may give me your judgement.â She spoke so professionally, like she was at a corporate meeting instead of a mall. Cold and smooth as the ice she represented.Â
Mammon was easily won over by that statement. It wasnât especially hard to learn how to work Mammon, he was see through, clearer then glass. âhehe, I do model on the side. I suppose my judgement isnât all that bad.â He said, pretending to be sheepish but everyone could sense the pride just oozing off of him. Viveka seemed pleased though, the closest thing to a smile forming on her pale face. âI take that as a affirmative answer then? Lovely. Please accompany me then.â You could sense something was off. Viveka didnât strike you as this kind, and while she might have some sort of soft spot for Mammon, you highly doubted it formed in the span of 10-15 minutes.Â
Viveka turned to you. âMc, I trust you and...him, will find some options for me until we get back.â She had paused when glancing back to Asmodeus, seemingly forgetting his name (which surely dealt a huge blow on the lustful demonâs ego). You just nodded, earning what felt like a more genuine half smile from her. âGood. I hope you realize I have high expectations of you.â With a nod she lead Mammon away, entering the shop and making the faintest chime of a bell ring through the mall.
You felt your face warm up a little from her words. Even if you couldnât officially call it âpraise,â it was the closest thing to it, and coming from a goddess felt like it was the richest tasting wine you ever had. Addicting, like it was flowing through your body and casting a haze over your brain, as if you couldnât have enough.
Asmoâs clicking heels against the tile was what alerted you to start walking. He didnât get far before turning back to you and tapping his foot against the floor, and suddenly your flushed cheeks became redder with embarrassment. Asmo didnât pay you much mind thankfully, instead opting to grabbing your wrist and leading you away.
âSooo, she likes cooler palettes right?â He must have wanted to double check with you, after all you were able to examine her wardrobe first hand whereas Asmodeus could only guess. You nodded, giving a thumbs up. âYep, you hit the nail right on the head! But I think she likes a bit of red as well.â Asmo seemed to react well to the praise, but you wouldnât deny the presence of something else in the air that made his aura feelâŚoff.
Entering the store was like a blast from material gworls. The heavy stench of mixed perfumes and make up hit you like a truck, and the dark walls were highlighted with LED lights that made the shop feel more like a club then a store for clothing. âYou sure that sheâll like the stuff here?â You shifted uncomfortably âWe are trying to find something modest for her.â
Asmo huffed. âYeah but sheâs gonna want to look stylish too. Why do you doubt my judgement?â He asked, faking annoyance to tease you. You chuckled, trying to ignore the feeling that you did actually hit a nerve. âEhe, youâre right.â Sucking up might save you from any sassy backlash the sinful beauty might throw your way, and seemed to work like a charm as he plastered his usual playful (and horny *cOuGh*) grin on his face. âThatâs right! I have a knack for clothing as the most beautiful demon in the Devildom!â He dragged you to the clothes and thus, the hunt began.
You somehow could and couldnât see Viveka wearing some of these outfits. Some were more casual like she wanted, others were quite revealing and could stroke her pride. She was built like a twig, tall and thin, but didnât have many curves like these shirts were made to highlight. Of course if she were to wear them, it would be a given that people would salivate at the sight because haha tall stronk woman go brrrrr.
âHey, Y/n? I wanna ask a teensy little question and you gotta answer truthfully, âkay?â Asmo didnât remove his gaze from the clothes, picking out ones that seemed to be in Vivâs size and style, but you knew he was paying great attention to you and what you could tell him. âUhh, sure? Why do I have the feeling youâre planning to murder me right now?â You asked hesitantly.
Asmo was silent, and you knew him long enough to know that he was struggling to pick out the correct words. âDo you think if we warmed up to Viveka that sheâd let us rise to the heavens again? Or at least to her realm?â He asked. You felt your heart squeeze at this question, shards of emotions digging in to make the pain in your chest unbearable, like he really was trying to murder you with words and words alone.
Falling from heaven was a traumatizing experience for the brothers. It installed self doubt and a need for praise in Asmo. It made Mammonâs hunger for, well, everything he deemed as a treasure impossible to hold back. Levi became a shut in out of doubt, Beelâs stomach became a black hole that can never be satisfied, the list went on. They were happy as demons because of the freedom they were granted, but you couldnât blame them for wanting to become something lessâŚ.monstrous yet something just as powerful.
But Viveka didnât seem pleased to be around them if her anger to Beel was proof enough. From what you gathered, she was pampered and spoiled, cold and cruel, yet there also seemed to be a melted patch in the blanket of snow that covered her heart. One that you only found by chance after winning the genetic lottery and being born a human. You felt your throat squeeze, like any words that tried to escape past your lips were being held back by their metaphorical tails. Asmo looked at you expectingly, but with a heavy sigh returned his attention to the clothing rack.
âI suppose deep down we both know the answerâŚ.but what if we could change it?â His voice sounded dreamy, like he was waking up from a pleasant nap and processing any dreams he had. You could only really shrug, forcing something, anything resembling a answer to exit your mouth. âMaybe you can. Itâs too early to tell.â Was what you settled on. Generic, didnât elude to something that could get his hopes up or crush them into dust, perfect.
With the time you spent in there picking out tops among other clothing items (and taking a few playful swats at Asmo for the items he tried to get for her), the atmosphere changed once again and you left the store in a much better mood then when entering.
Sure enough, who did you see walking your way? Mammon and Viveka, who seemed disinterested until her ruby eyes met yours. Viveka then picked up her pace, from walking to power walking with somehow equal parts elegance and grace as before. When she finally reached you, you were about to show her the clothes when you saw her start rustling through the singular bag she had, Mammon catching up with the rest.
âHere, I found these in the shop that I thought you would like.â She said curtly, placing some crystals in your hands. You could see one was clear quartz, another was a ruby, then a rose quartz and green aventurine. But she placed more in your hand that you began to review with the rest; There was now a amethyst thrown into the mix along with some pink topaz, jade and a garnet placed working the palms of your hands. Truth be told you were never one to think twice about crystals, maybe window shop or look at the cutting and think âwow thatâs neat,â but having some in your possession feltâŚdifferent, and exciting.
Viveka wasnât halfway done though, taking another bag from Mammon who looked shocked for some odd reason. âI also got this.â She held up a necklace that you noticed had a mini cage of sorts for you to put some of the crystals in. Did she expect you to wear them like a badge perhaps? Still, she continued. âAnd I wasnât sure when your birthday was so I got you one of each of these.â Now this made your eyes widen. The woman got you 12 different charm bracelets. One for each of the 12 zodiacs. That was the textbook definition of overkill in your eyes.
âErm-uh, I-Isnât this all a bit much-â you cut yourself off when you saw Viveka stop rummaging through her bags. You felt a pit of dread wham into your stomach like a home run. Did she really go to the store just to buy gifts for you? Why?
Mammon finally rediscovered his ability to speak when he broke the silence. âI-I thought I was getting these for you!â He said in shock. Viveka raised a brow. âDid I ever state that they were specifically for me, or was that an assumption you made based on non-existent context clues?â She asked, straightening her posture. âPerhaps itâs my status that makes you assume such things, that I find pleasure in keeping rocks in my pocket to bring me wealth and good fortune. Pitiful. Itâs common Wiccan practice for herbs and crystals to be used as gifts of worship for gods such as myself. Why should I, someone who is rising to the statues of a deity of worship, buy items that will find their way to me naturally?â She asked, a twinge of pride seeping through the cracks of her words.
Mammon swallowed thickly. âIâŚsuppose youâre right.â He huffed, crossing his arms in annoyance. You deeefinetly sense he had more to say, but Vivekaâs threatening aura was smothering everyone with fear so for once, Mammon completed the impossible and kept his mouth shut.
âUhhâŚ.how about we show you the clothes we got in the car?â Asmo asked, a little anxiously. Viveka have a nod, a signal for the group to leave once again, except this time as a group.
Did she do something wrong?
Items like crystals and potions and other things mortals found charming were regular gifts for deities. Her mother would always have them on display and wear them with pride, and her siblings all ogled different food items they wished were sacrificed to them. Viveka was no exception, although she slowly hid her desires for materialistic objects as she grew older (which anyone can tell hasnât worked out very well.) So what was she doing wrong?
The moral didnât seem very impressed with the crystals or bracelets, perhaps because they were purchased with their friendâs money and not her own? Things were becoming more and more peculiar as Viveka learned more and more about moralsâŚ.
Couple of old diamond fam doodles :D
thought i´d show them to yall since i dont mention them a whole lot.
Bottom left is Sage, told yall ive struggled with his design a ton haha, top left is Blake, to his right is Gwen, and under them is Viv :3
and this is what i meant by complaining abt Sage´s color scheme, bc look at my girl Viv TvT!!!!
outdated gwen and blake sketches :3
aaand ultra outdated arts :
that sketchbook doodle one was done in class as a tangled insipred OC, she holds the title of my first oc ever :´) <3
The guru acts through our own discrimination (vivÄka). Reflection (manana) on the guruâs teachings is itself a spiritual practice (sÄdhana), because by our reflecting and discriminating the hold of our vÄsanas (mental inclinations or propensities) is weakened and our mind is kept in quietude â that is, in the quiescent state of self-attention.
The Paramount Importance of Self Attention, by Sadhu Om, as recorded by Michael James - Note of 3rd December 1977