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cosmic-ghost-hermit · 6 months ago

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What is your hidden talent?

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The decks I am using today are The Tarot of the Divine, Believe in You Own Magic Oracle and The Healing Waters Oracle. Take everything that resonates and leave the rest behind but always be open to new experiences.

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PILE ONE

Astrology: Leo, Virgo, Scorpio

Song: I Set Fire To The Rain by Adele

Vibes: Teal, green, yellow/gold, shear white cloth, smelling smoke, burning house, swimming, mixed drinks, hot chocolate, braided hair, locked doors, house plants, deep skin tone, 888, shells, feathers, crayons, colored hair, ares

Cards: 2 of Wands, 9 of Cups, 5 of Wands, Mural, Gold, Cleansing, Into the Unknown

Welcome in, pile 1! You have two hidden talents. One that you use rather regularly but unknowingly and the other you have yet to unlock. The energy I am getting from the cards makes me think the two talents are intertwined. ALSO Trigger Warning for abuse in this reading. It is VERY HEAVY. Do not read if you do not think you are ready.

The first hidden talent is starting new from the ground up. I know to you it might not sound that interesting. You have no idea how hard it can be to start new things for others. Starting from the ground up is scary and intimidating. Organizing the chaos in your mind and project that chaos clearly into reality. I see you are probably an artist of some kind. You might paint, make clay sculptures, or hand-make intricate jewelry of some kind. I see you learned to hone this ability because of a karmic relationship. They made you feel adored and cherished until you were in their grasp. When you were trapped with them, they turned on you. It's giving love bombing. This person literally blew up on you over the smallest things. I see a shattered tea/coffee cup. You stayed with them for a long time even though you knew what they were doing was wrong. You had to completely shred the life you had with them. You had to start your life from scratch. Which is why you are so used to the idea of starting with nothing and building up. The pain that you felt from that past connection still hurts you to this day. You probably have PTSD from the situation you were in. I am so sorry you had to go through all that. You didn't deserve to be treated like that.

The second hidden talent is transmutation. I see that the reason you haven't unlocked it yet is because you fear change. What happened to you in that shitty relationship makes it way easier for you to start over than to change the situation. You are scared to see things to the end. I see that this fear reveals itself in your artwork. You probably have many unfinished projects because you view yourself as incapable of seeing them through. Which by the way isn't true you are so capable of anything you want to do. Heal the hurt part of you that thinks you are incapable. Your ex was the one who instilled that in you. Don't let that motherfucker get you down. Especially if they aren't in your life anymore. Don't let them have that power over you, love. You deserve to feel good. Face your fear of them being right. You and I both know they aren't. When you do unlock this ability you will be able to transmute all the pain that asshole put you through into beautiful art. You will be able to finish all of those unfinished projects. You will be able to find true love within yourself. You will find that you were never broken like that bitch said you were. You were always lovely, sweet, and accommodating. You were always creating love everywhere you went.

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PILE TWO

Astrology: Sagittarius, Gemini, Pisces

Song: I Love Rock n Roll by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

Vibes: Navy Blue, white, peach, deer, horses, libraries, books, coffee, hot springs, scones, pillow forts, maxi-skirts, cowboys, mermaids, 333, wine, fine dining, tall trees, athena, artemis

Cards: The Hermit, 3 of Wands, Knight of Swords, Nostalgia, Stars, Water Codes, The Healing Lagoon

Hello, pile 2! You have one secret power but trust me it's a good one. You have the ability to pull information out of thin air. You are crazy smart. People might not think it when they look at you because you try not to flaunt it too wildly. You prefer to stay under the radar when it comes to intellect. This makes people underestimate you. I feel that some of yall reading like this for various reasons but others really fucking hate it. You have some insecurity around this skill. That's why you don't think it is a good skill tbh. You think a lot on the go even while in conversation which makes people see you as kind of ditzy. Even so, you absolutely obliterate at trivia night. Your friends come to you first when they need obscure information. You might have been a really lonely kid and spent a lot of your time reading away the time. For a big chunk of your childhood you found your companionship in novels. You may have been bullied for this. Don't let those people's words get you down. Honestly, they were just jealous of your intelligence. The friends you have now love to hear you infodump about your favorite books. They love to hear everything you know about sea creatures and astrology/astronomy. They ask questions not to mock you but because they genuinely are interested in what you have to say. You are magnificent. Your mind is unparalleled. How people perceive you has nothing to do with what is actually happening in your mind. It is just their projections of themselves onto you. Ignore them lmao. <3

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PILE THREE

Astrology: Cancer, Taurus, Libra

Song: Stay by Zedd

Vibes: All shades of blue, creeks, hanging flowers, 9999, faires, watermelon, paint-brush, rabbits, bird chips, car horn, pearls, lily pads, walking in the rain, lanterns, puppies, beaches, zues

Cards: Queen of Cups, Page of Cups, Ace of Wands, 9 of Pentacles, Raindrops, Stagnant Waters, Light House

My dear pile 3, welcome to your reading. You have a hidden ability that I feel is only hidden from you. Everyone else seems to know this about you. You have the power of hospitality and refuge. You are a safe place for everyone you know to come to if they need it. You are the type of person to tell everyone you know if they need a place to stay for any reason, all they gotta do is ask. You have a motherly energy about you, even if you aren't a woman. You always have emergency snacks for occasions like that. You host parties and everyone always leaves feeling 10 times better than when they arrived. You are the friend that lends a hand when needed. You the kind of person to have a shoulder ready for anyone to lean on, even if you don't know them well. The most beautiful thing about this is that these actions are never self-sacrificing. You have an abundance of all that you need so you can be generous constantly to those in need. I see you resting when necessary and listening to your body. I see you volunteering in your community. I think recently you helped clean up a beach or something. Maybe you organized it? Your energy is so soothing. You are just amazing, my friend. Absolutely the softest heart on earth. I also see you might foster animals! You take in rescue animals and nurse them back to health until they can find a forever home. ;n; You are the definition of an earth angel. Please see how amazing you are and how big your heart is. I wanna be your friend so bad from hearing all of this. Never stop being this beautiful of a soul, my dear. You are perfect.

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PILE FOUR

Astrology: Aries, Capricorn, Aquarius

Song: Black Girl Magic by Londrelle

Vibes: Cyan, yellow, rusty red, iridescent, sake, 4c hair, magic, spell casting, curse breaking, singing, tea, pottery, steam-train, festivals, celebration, 963, small forests, mercury/hermes, lambs, Oshun

Cards: The Star, Ace of Cups, 2 of Cups, 6 of Swords, 7 of Wands, Tower, Spaceship, Thank You

PILE 4, WOW. Welcome. Your energy is just sooo woah. You are so indescribable. All that you have been through. Everything you have seen. All I can say is, wow. Your secret power is balance. It is a well-earned hidden ability. You have been through so much to gain the skills that I see in this reading. You have traveled so far. When I first looked at the reading I could not pin down exactly what skill you had because you are just so good at EVERYTHING. I legitimately out loud said, "Everything??? Everything." You know how to take care of yourself. You are an excellent lover. If you are a parent you are good at that too. You are chasing your dreams. I see you performing as a singer or a musician and your talent stuns everyone in the room. You are the best manifester in a 20 miles radius. You are a witch for sure. You have worked so hard on breaking karmic familial curses and you succeeded. You succeeded far past your soul's initial expectations. You are everything, my love. Like literally everything. Then it hit me. You are a tightrope walker. You are balancing everything perfectly. Have you ever heard of Rock Cairns? They are stacks of rocks that hikers add to as they pass by on park trails. You have turned your life into something like that. You have perfectly balanced every stone you passed in your life in a pile and you manage it all on your own. First off, I want to tell you what a good job you are doing. What a good job you have been doing since you were born. Second thing, PLEASE REST WHEN YOU NEED IT OHMYGODS. You don't need me to tell you that though. You are probably smoking a joint right fucking now while reading this or you just got done doing that. No notes, baby. You got this. I just think Spirit wanted to remind you of your magnificence.

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myromanempiree · 7 days ago

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gυιℓту αѕ ѕιη…?

a/n: its secret santacotar time!! My beautiful recipient is @shadowsingers-mate with an elucien piece! I really hope you like it <3

PLEASE NOTE: this is in no way related to the guilty as sin drama, the song just fits :)

Summary: what made Elain return the necklace? 1.1k words

Warnings: mentions of elriel, nipple play, elain is lwky a horny mess

Elain stood there in the living room, alone.

After what she had perceived to be the perfect to start something, something to distract her from the dull singing in her chest, Azriel had left her alone. Not even a whispering shadow to keep her company after his abrupt exit, paired with a nearly panicked, yet cold, "this was a mistake."

She couldn't help but wonder if the shadow singer had been correct.

It was hurtful, at the least. She didn't particularly feel anything magical for the male— aside from the sensation in her lower region— but how he departed was jarring. It was rather rude, even, providing no explanation after nearly kissing her lips which previously had been untouched for a time just shy of two years.

With a long, drawn out sigh, she began making the trek back to her room,not bothering to look back into the corridor in hopes he'd come back and finish what he started. To be frank, a lingering part of her, a traitorous part of her that sings along to the melody of the warm glowing thread strung to her rib, rejoiced that the male didn't come back.

She ran lithe fingers along the wall, gaze trained on the jewel-toned ruby slippers that Mor had so intently stated matched her complexion, quote— 'gorgeously.'

A low huff leaves her lips as she dreamed open the door leading to her bedroom, the room decorated abundantly in all sorts of fauna Rhysand and Feyre had so graciously provided. Wide, heart-shaped leaves from the tropics of Summer drape over a macrame hanger, vines decorate the walls, and flowers from every part of the Continent and Prythian sit patiently in clay pots. Waiting for the warm glow of the sun that currently hides in the night.

She could resonate with them, sunlight always cheered her up and cleared her hazy mind from any lingering visions.

As Elain walked to her bed, she unclasped the necklace the Shadowsinger had given her and placing it on her desk. Looking at the delicate glass rose, its pink tint turning pale from the silver-white light of the moon. Now that she looks at it, without the haze of lust, the night diminishes its beauty.

With a deep, slow breath, she pushed the thoughts aside and slipped off the slippers, climbing into the welcoming embrace of her bed, bringing the pink, yellow and blue quilt up to her chin and falling asleep.

The sunlight filters in through the stained glass of her greenhouse, the lush greenery steadily moving in the warm breeze, and the comforting scent of soil fills her nose. Her gloved hands bury into the soil to properly distribute the damp clay and slit. Patting the top of her creation with a contented smile. Leaning back to peel off the gloves, delicately setting them down onto the glass table.

A familiar click of slightly heeled boots along the cobbled paths, echo in the otherwise quiet greenhouse. Strong arms wrap contentedly around her waist, a warm face burying into her neck. “Hello, my love.” Lucien said softly, kissing along the gentle curve of her neck.

“I apologize for being late, Helion dragged on the meeting.” he murmured, pulling her against his chest, “You’re alright… I suppose.” She said, smiling up at him, dimples forming into her cheeks, turning in his gentle embrace to wrap her arms around his neck, guiding his lips to hers.

“You suppose?” He began with an amused chuckle, before sobering “I missed you dearly, Petal.” He said, thumb circling along her waist, kissing her again before his soft lips travel down her neck, a low groan leaving his lips.

“I’m desperate, my love. It’s been so long without holding you in my arms.” He said dramatically, pulling her closer.

“It's only been two hours.” Elain chirped back at him, running a hand along his cheek and twirling a stray braid from his mess of hair. Eyes meet, the male's gaze anything but expectant, only full of adoration and hunger. A roll of her eyes caused him to immediately loosen his grip on her, blinking away the lingering hunger. A dash of mischief fills her eyes, her hand gently tugging on the collar of his shirt.

“I never said no, my love.”

With that simple permission, he kissed her passionately, pulling her closer, taking bits of her skirts into his fists, almost to restrain himself from eating her alive. A soft sound escapes her lips as he nibbles on her bottom lip, urging him to pick her up, pushing her gloves off the table and setting her on it. “Lucien–” she said, gasping and nosing under his ear as he kissed her pulse, feeling her heartbeat creciendo under his lips, causing him to groan in her ear, a soft croon more than anything.

“Mother, I love you so much it hurts.” He said, grinning against her neck as she shivers in his hands. He immediately began pulling at the laces of her corset, huffing against her skin as it fell, pulling the puffed chemise down with it. Exposing her to the warm air of the green house. Lucien eyes (eye?) dilate at the sight of her exposed for him, only to let out a soft groan as she teasingly tugged on the golden thread intertwining their souls as one.

Lucien looks up at her again, eyes quietly asking her if she is alright with this. When she nodded, he began to kiss along her clavicle, teeth slowly and delicately dragging along her shoulder, encouraging a soft moan to fall from her lips. Gasping softly as he took her breast into his mouth, running a warm tongue along the bottom and coming up to suckle on her hardened nipple.

He held her against him and continued his ministrations, large fingers moving up to pinch at the spare his mouth wasn't on. She could feel his heartbeat under her fingers as she set her hands onto his chest. Pressing her face into his hair. “Darling” she weakly cooes. Kissing along his forehead lovingly.

But just as he descends lower, her eyes flutter open, revealing her dark bedroom, everything the same.

Her hand flies up to her heart, feeling the beat against her fingers, matching that of Lucien's in her…rather erotic dream. A searing blush kisses her cheeks, all of sudden feeling hot. She stood up out of her bed, shucking off her lace robe, and beginning to pace around.

’Why on earth would I have such a dream?’ she thought to herself, flapping her hands to urgently fan at her face. Though, deep down, she knew why. And it only little had to do with the glowing in her chest, it was because of the male attached to the other end of it.

Eventually, her legs grew tired from pacing, and she was sure she wore a divot into the floorboards. So she sat down on her bed, staring at her shaking hands. Before eventually looking up, a dull glimmer caught her eye. Turning to look at it. It was the rose necklace Azriel had gifted her, it was beautiful, but in the wake of the fluttering butterflies in her stomach that the mere dream of her mate, it felt…abysmal.

So she stood up, scooping the glasswork into her hands, taking the trek back to the living room.

Upon seeing the glimmering tree, she set the necklace back into the pile of presents. Walking away without looking back.

a/n: it feels good to get the pen out :))

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trashbag-usa · 8 months ago

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i keep thinking abt how mark was like 27/28 when wkm came out. not in a "wow he made smth like that at such a young age??" way, though that is cool, but in a Lore Implications way.

dames, celine, william, the DA? they were all around the same age. their lives fell apart so quickly, and just fuckin. Disappeared off the face of the earth.

they probably had parents, relatives, friends who missed them and mourned and died a long time ago with no idea where they were or what happened. no closure.

jesus christ dude, damien was the MAYOR. and he just vanished without a trace? god knows what the masses thought about that-

we're all so focused on the tragedies happening within the manor walls, understandably. but no one ever thinks about those who lived with the butterfly effects of that night.

#i know bc of the Benjamin stream from back in the day that Dark kinda paraded around in the DA's skin for a while #but after that they probably disappeared too #.... actually from a much less tragic perspective-#imagine the DA and the Mayor who are documented close friends disappear around the same time??#there were probably tabloids who printed front page issues about “MAYOR AND ATTORNEY SECRET LOVE AFFAIR!! FORBIDDEN PAIR ELOPED TO FRANCE??”#ramblings #markiplier #who killed markiplier #wkm #mayor damien #celine the seer #wilford warfstache #william j barnum #wkm da

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screechingkroh · 2 years ago

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IN THE MOST /POS WAY EVER I SWEAR

My very own version of the reader/Seer from an LMK fic by @crowboss-whore !!

I currently had a hair cut and it's really close to what the Seer has (although the back is slightly longer, it's like a mixture of the jellyfish hair cut and the wolf cut???) , so I decided to draw them! I gave them a mask, just cause.

#FERAL HEEHOO #I love them so much what—#the haircut is so cute tf LMAO #!! loving ur artstyle fr fr #asos #❛ a seer of secrets ❜

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awkwardgtace · 6 months ago

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Alien Feeling

hey hey day 10 well before midnight this time woo. Takes place before Secrets Exposed from last year!

Delphia doesn't feel quite like she belongs. She notices Rhys might be the same.

Alien Feeling

Delphia never quite felt like she belonged. Things that should make sense often did. It was as if she’d been born in the wrong time. None of her family had the same struggle. When that was all that made her feel out of place it was fine. Of course it had to change.

One day she started to know things. Things that were impossible for her to know. It made no sense, but she wanted to use her knowledge. Delphia told others what she knew. It was just to help them. Instead, it scared them or made them angry. It would have been easier to stay silent, but she couldn’t. Not when she knew someone might get hurt. It caused problems at school, with friends, almost everywhere. The only place she was accepted was at home, with her family. The only place in the world she belonged.

It made the idea of a new foster brother terrifying. The foster siblings before had all been when she was normal. It helped that her parents promised it was her choice to tell him about what she could do. That promise couldn’t fix everything that made her nervous.. She knew another person would make everyone feel farther away. She’d feel more alien.

The day Rhys arrived she realized she’d been wrong. She saw it in his eyes. The same feeling. He was different too. Able to do something that others didn’t like. At first she tried to ask him. She thought he might be the same, but he wasn’t. Rhys had so much more fear than Delphia ever had. It had to be something more than knowing things.

That made her watch him. He had definitely been different longer. If they talked, maybe he could help her feel like a person. There was a fear about him all the time. One that only seemed to get worse the longer he stayed. There were times he disappeared, each one made her curious.

One day she saw him sneak out of the house. It was early in the morning, long before anyone else would be awake. Delphia followed him. He ran from the house towards the nearby woods. She thought for sure she’d lose him, but he’d left a clear path. One that didn’t add up, it was huge.

Delphia crept along the path. Branches were snapped high above her head. The trees were bent as if something heavy pressed against them. She slowed down to survey the damage. It didn’t make sense. All the placement was wrong for it to be an animal. All of it too high.

A loud thump made her jump. She grew worried about Rhys. The thing that caused all this damage could show up again. She ran down the path until she caught sight of a clearing. Something sat in it, something huge. Delphia bit her lip as she crept closer and closer. While she was still hidden from it, the thing moved.

She recognized what she saw then. The cloth of the pants Rhys had been wearing when she followed him. Delphia snuck forward until she could see more of the giant boy in the woods. It really was him. His head was in his hands, he shook it back and forth.

“Nice going, Rhys,” he said to himself. Delphia tilted her head. “That would have been a great way for them to find out. Sorry about your house, by the way I can become a giant.”

She covered her mouth as he moved. One of his hands landed right in front of her. The heat from his skin felt kind of nice this early in the morning. Rhys groaned high above her. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him she was there.

Delphia could only imagine how painful it was for Rhys. She felt alien for knowing things. He literally outgrew the house. If it was her and she didn’t have her family from the start… It made her shudder. They gave her the only place she could belong. Rhys needed one.

“Maybe I should just run away already,” he sighed. “It’s early enough they might not care.”

He fell back. The impact knocked her off her feet and made her squeak. As fast as she could she crawled out of the path and into the trees. It was just in time. Rhys’s eye appeared right next to where she’d been. It blinked a few times. She saw the leaves fall from the movement.

Delphia kept her hands over her mouth. He couldn’t find her right now. A part of her was afraid of him grabbing her, but there was more to it. If he already thought about leaving, her presence could be the last push over the edge. He needed a family like hers. One that would understand him. She knew her brothers would be nervous, but treat him kindly. Her parents would find ways to help him be comfortable.

Her family could give Rhys a place where it felt like he belonged in the world. Just like they did for her. Make him feel less alien in a world that he didn’t quite match up with.

“I guess I scared some animal again,” he whispered. Delphia put her hands down as he moved back. There wasn’t a thump this time. “I hope I can change back soon, I don’t wanna be gone all day again. They looked upset the last time…”

Delphia turned away from Rhys. Picked her way carefully through the denser bits of the woods. All the way back home where she sat on the couch. She wanted to wait up for him, to make it something they shared. That plan failed as hours passed and the world slowly woke up.

Eventually the other parts of the house began to move. Her parents were first, hushed whispers as they came down the stairs. They knew he was gone. Felix was next, he wasn’t a morning person. He barely noticed her. Ryder followed not long after, full of energy already. He bumped into Felix, just like every morning, and started a small argument.

“Ryder, Felix,” she said. The two paused their argument to look at her. Curious, worried, kind. Her family would understand Rhys. He could belong. “I’ve been thinking, Rhys might be like me.”

“Why do you-” Felix yawned in the middle- “say that?”

“Just a feeling.”

“When he tells us we’ll just have to be ready with one of our games, won’t we?” Ryder smiled. Delphia laughed at the memory. Her brothers called a lot of things games, none of them really fit the word.

“I think that might be a good idea.”

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