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somethingvicked · 8 months ago

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True love of mine part 2.

An Eddie Munson story

Stranger Things AU (no Upside-Down)

warnings: Female reader, slight angst, flexible timeline.

(Credit to artist of whatever pictures I use - I find them online, don't own! Special thanks to @velvetmayhem that allowed me to use her edit for this fic!)

Chapter 1

Now

Y/N

You walked into the grocery store before heading home, just to grab a few toiletries. Brent was a boyfriend most people could only dream of but he still bought you the wrong shampoo, despite the fact that you had been together for nearly three years.

Fiancé, you corrected yourself. Brent was now your fiancé.

You wondered if the thought should have made your heart flutter, or a geyser of joy making your eyes tear up but neither happened. You just felt... not numb and not unhappy. Like it was… okay.

You looked down on your left ring finger, seeing the ring glittering there.

You didn’t feel thrilled about seeing that either. Instead it made you feel guilty about how little time you had spent looking at it since it made itself at home on your finger.

It wasn’t like you weren’t happy about this. You were! Brent was a wonderful man; sweet, funny and he cared about you!

Okay, he was a bit boring at times but no one was perfect, right?

It was not Brent’s fault that you still had a tear in your heart which never seemed to heal. A hole left by someone that no one else could ever fill.

Eddie Munson.

After all these years it still hurt to think about Eddie Munson and how much you had loved him. The plans you’ve both had. How you had promised each other there would never be anyone else for either of you.

Typical children’s dreams one might think.

And it seemed Eddie thought so too, considering he had suddenly disappeared on you.

One day when you were in your first year of college and Eddie on his third (and last) attempt to finish high school, Wayne, his uncle, had called you and worriedly asked if Eddie was with you. He had just vanished and left a letter where he said not to look for him.

You had gotten worried, of course and come home immediately; not that it had helped. No one knew where Eddie had gone or why. Not the guys in Corroded Coffin (his band), not the members of Hellfire Club, the Dungeons & Dragons club Eddie was the leader of, not Wayne… no one.

Wayne had tried talking to the police but they had shut him down – Eddie was over eighteen and he hadn’t stolen anything from Wayne, like credit cards or money, they couldn’t track him down and bring him home. The few items he had brought with him – like Sweetheart, Eddie’s beloved electric guitar – were his. The van was as his as well. Since Eddie had left a note there wasn’t a case of a missing person either.

You couldn’t understand it. Eddie had just upped and left. Left all of you. Left you. Without even a word of explanation.

Your mother had comforted you, saying that Eddie was a scum and you were better off without him. That you would forget and love others.

She was wrong. You had never forgotten. And despite trying your best you had never loved anyone like you had loved Eddie.

You’d even kept the tattoo you two had gotten when you were 16 and he was 17 – Eddie knew a guy that knew a guy … - you both had settled on Roman numerals for the date you had met. Both of you wanted something that no one else would understand and that didn’t draw too much attention.

You had thought about covering it up or even getting rid of it. But you couldn’t.

Eddie may have cut off contact with you but he still had his hold of your heart.

It wasn’t like he was dead either. The year you finished college Eddie had gotten his breakthrough on the metal scene.

He was now one of the most famous metal singers out there, living in Los Angeles. He was a one man band, wrote all the lyrics himself, but of course he had a team working around him.

By pure curiosity – and perhaps to torture yourself – you had listened to a few of his songs. You had recognized one or two that he had written himself back in Hawkins but never one he had done for Corroded Coffin. And never one of those you helped him with.

You loved to write, poetry especially. When Eddie found out he had been like an excited puppy, wanting to hear everything, and wanted your input on some songs he had written.

That’s how you two ended up collaborating on most of the songs he did the year before disappearing.

But he never used those. If there was any sign that you were dead and forgotten to him, it was that. As if fate was playing a trick on you, you walked past the magazine stand and your eyes fastened on a pair of dark chocolate brown orbs, staring out from a cover.

Eddie was on the cover of Rolling Stone, looking outragesly good in leather pants and a black tank top, showing off his muscular arms and tattoos.

Without meaning to your gaze drifted down to his left ringfinger, wanting to know whether he was single or not.

Nothing. No ring. Back then, in Hawkins he used to wear all his rings on the left hand and just a single one on the right one. But now he had rings on his index finger, middle finger and thumb, none of his ring finger.

You suddenly realized what you were doing and closed your eyes against the tears burning behind the lids. What were you doing?

You were the one with a ring on your left ringfinger, you were newly engaged to Brent and you were acting like a stalker on your high school sweetheart!

It was humiliating.

You opened your eyes to walk away but that’s when your gaze caught something else too.

On Eddie’s left arm – you had decided it would be the left arm because it was closest to the heart – above the fold of the arm – there it was. The tattoo. The Roman numbers.

He hadn’t… he hadn’t gotten it covered up either (and Eddie had added way more tattoos to his body than you had over these years, it was not like he hadn’t had the chance!) or gotten it removed by laser.

What did that… what did it mean?

You didn’t know.

But one thing was crystal clear to you. If you checked your high school sweetheart’s hand for a wedding ring, if seeing your matched tattoo on your old lover did more than you actual fiancé proposing to you… then something wasn’t right and you couldn’t pretend anymore.

It wasn’t right to Brent. And you needed to do something, because it didn’t feel healthy to act this way.

Perhaps you needed therapy but first of all you needed to stop lying to yourself. You didn’t love Brent, not like the way you should love him at least. And he didn’t deserve to be strung along by you.

You still loved Eddie Munson – you had never stopped, and it wasn’t because you hadn’t tried to move on, because you had.

Maybe you needed closure, to tell him everything that you felt and just get it out?

Regardless, Brent needed to come first. He had always come second, truthfully because he made you feel better, so you had gone with the flow, despite knowing that he would never be first in your heart but now… now you needed to make things right with him and tell him the truth.

You didn’t look forward to it but it had to be done.

Silently you said goodbye to the photo of Eddie and headed toward the cashiers.

Then.

Hawkins, 1977.

Eddie

Eddie and his band mates exited the scene of the talent show, a lot of the audience booing, which was expected. Chrissy Cunningham clapped her hands though – that girl was never mean to anyone (even though she never intervened when someone else was) as did the new girl.

She had arrived the day before yesterday – Eddie had noticed the new car when he sat at the playground, reading, mostly so he wouldn’t disturb his old man’s hung-over sleep.

Yesterday it had been her first day at school. Seemed she was a year younger than him, but that didn’t matter much; because she moved here she was more of an outsider than he was, and no one was talking to her. He wanted to say hi, to ask her if she wanted to hang out with him and his gang but… if she had any chance of making new friends in Hawkins, they would quickly diminish after talking to him, Eddie Munson.

Suddenly her name was spoken and Eddie turned his head, seeing her walk up to the stage. Was she participating?

“Y/N is going to read a poem she has written herself,” the teacher said, Y/N looking out over the crowd, not looking nervous at all.

Then she started, looking down in her notes and started to read a poem about a Viking warrior (she had Scandinavian heritage he learned later):

"A night so cold and the moon was shining clear A man all alone came along A sword and armor of alves he did wear A friend, yet they sounded the gong The witch hunt is on and wolves call in the forest, Calling the man as one of them “Hang him, the abhorrent,” It’s the likes of him we condemn,” He was judged by men so filled by their hate They came to enjoy his demise Through lies and deceit it is hard to see clear He heard them toast their despise But then A man so wise and learned from the script Defended the man in his need He said, what right do you have, to do this to him, he, He who came as a friend Let him be freed! The witch hunt is off Yet wolves call in the forest Calling the man as one of them Singing their choruses Of how no real killer came."

Eddie was listening with his mouth open. The poem was beautiful – it was talking about being different and judged. But it was the way she was talking about armor and weapons made by alves, a warrior connected with wolves? Her whole face lit up.

She got a rather tame applause from the rest. Eddie could understand why – she had written a beautiful poem but it had been about magic, alves and Viking warriors. That wasn’t people in Hawkins were prone to. Even less a girl writing about it and adding violence.

But Eddie liked it. He liked her.

Y/N.

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hushpuppy5-blog · 1 year ago

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"Why do we romanticize the dead? Why can't we be honest about them? Especially moms. They're the most romanticized of anyone.

Moms are saints, angels by merely existing. NO ONE could possibly understand what it's like to be a mom. Men will never understand. Women with no children will never understand. No one but moms know the hardship of motherhood, and we non-moms must heap nothing but praise upon moms because we lowly, pitiful non-moms are mere peasants compared to the goddesses we call mothers.

Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died

This book is difficult to read, but it has so many gems like this one. Of course, there are people still saying that she shouldn't talk like this about her mother, as if the person who abused her in more ways than one is owed that level of grace in death. If her mother was still alive, she still wouldn't be free to talk about her experiences without judgement. Mothers are deified just for popping out a few kids, even if they turn out to be severely maladjusted. Jeanette has already made it clear that she doesn't intend on having kids in the near future, which many people seem to have an issue with. They think having kids means that she has healed from her trauma, which is a sinister mode of thought. Her refusing to do so already make her more sensible in my eyes compared to the women who will still have kids and wind up continuing that cycle of abuse, rather than healing from it and staying childfree.

And it's funny how mothers and fathers can come online and complain about their kids and even outright say that they hate them just for being born (TikTok is a breeding ground for these attention-seekers). However, when their kids call them out on how terrible they were as parents (or will even cut them off completely) they aren't given that same freedom to do so without the backlash of being "ungrateful".

And people are wondering why the number of parricide cases have been sky-rocketing lately...

#mother wound #jeannette mccurdy #childfree #trauma #cycle of abuse #mother worship #i'm glad my mom died

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jaspersreprise · 9 months ago

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Connecting with your spirit guides

Hello, before I go on and about the information here, I just want you to know that I am sharing knowledge coming from a book called “The Witches Way”, published by Leanna Greenaway and Shawn Robbins :) It’s particular penchant is mainly Wiccan, but the books purpose it serves is a guide to modern-day witchcraft. I’m here to divulge information for our fellow beginner witches, who are still educating through their practice and journey, just like the majority of the witches that mentors and teaches. Although, this posts purpose is probably not aimed to how to start getting into your spiritual journey, but it could be something you’d want to learn later on. I hope you understand. But of course, I’ll post the essentials about how to start and where to start. Keep on learning little witchlings!! <33

Your guide will never want to frighten you, so it is unlikely that they will suddenly appear before your eyes in the cold light of day. To reach a successful connection, you must be prepared to experience a deeper level of consciousness. It can take a lot of practice to perfect, and only when you are at an advanced state in the meditative process can you begin to see visions.

These will usually occur when you are in the middling stage between sleep and wakefulness or in the moments before you wake up. You might also want to keep a motepad and pen next to your bed, as it is common to be told relevant information in dream sleep.

From Leanna Greenaway/Shawn Robbins, „Over the years and with a lot of practice, I have mastered the art of connection. For me, it’s like looking at a screen, a bit like a video recording. The background is black and the images appear with gold edges. The pictures move like they would in a video and last anywhere between one and three minutes. Prior to the visions, I sometimes hear a ringing sound, a bit like tinnitus but not as annoying. This is when I know my soul is turning into a higher frequency and I have finally connected.”

Read on for simple tips and steps to help you achieve a connection with your spirit guide

Items to have nearby

Crystals are very good to dot around the house, as they balance the energies in a room and can also help you to ground yourself. The seven crystals below are good if you want to promote successful meditation. I recommend that you house these stones somewhere in the bedroom. There is no need to spend a fortune on them when purchasing; small, polished versions, or tumble stones, can work just as well as large, more-expensive pieces. The choice is yours.

Angelite , used for summoning guides and angels

Amethyst , a calming stone sed to enhance psychic ability and meditation

Clear quartz , amplifies healing energy; known as the master healing stone

Rose quartz , good for relieving stress and tension; restores the aura by replacing negative energy with positive energy, boosts a live vibration

Black tourmaline , a ground stone that connects the Earth with the human spirit; aligns with chakras

Aventurine , energises the Heart Chakra for wellbeing and emotions

Carnelian , improves concentration during meditation

Mindful meditation

People begin with a series of meditation techniques when first trying to connect to their spirit guides. Before embarking on any spirit communication, it is imperative that you meditate for at least thirty minutes.

Lots of people find it hard to meditate for thirty minutes, but once you get the hang of if, it’s very easy. Those of you who have researched meditation will know there are hundreds of ways to get into a meditative state. There is also a wealth of information online that can help you find the right method for you.

If you choose to perform your meditation during the waking hours, select a crystal and hold it in your hand. If you want to use all of them in your meditation, sit and space the stones in a circle around the base of the chair you’re using or on the floor, should you choose to go without a chair.

If you hope to meditate during your sleeping hours, situate the stone(s) either under the bed or next to wherever you are sleeping. Make sure the house is quiet and sit or lie in the lotus position (sitting with legs crossed and hands on knees) as depicted in some books just make sure that you are cozy, snug, and completely relaxed. People find lying in the fetal position, under the covers, in their bed the best position. You might prefer to lie on your back or sit upright; it’s completely up to you!

First, concentrate on every part of your body, starting with your feet. Relax the feet, focusing on each toe being completely floppy, then work up the body to the ankle, calf muscles, and so fourth. Your aim is to be totally still, allowing yourself to become calm and tranquil. When you get to the area below the waist, hold a pelvic floor exercise for ten seconds, then clench your buttocks for a few seconds and relax. When you get to the top part of your body, raise your shoulders up toward your neck for five seconds before releasing them. You will feel a tingling sensation as they fall back to their usual position. Take your time. By the time you reach your facial muscles, you should be feeling extremely relaxed. Second, breathe steadily, either through your nose or mouth — whichever is most comfortable. Take a deep, slow breath inward and then exhale slowly. Repeat this for a few minutes or until you start to feel weightless. Clear your mind. Behind your closed eyes, focus in the darkness you see. See if you can pick out any shapes or lights.

Ask questions

At this stage, you should be in a meditative state, so now is the time to ask your guides for information. In your mind, ask your guide a series of questions, focusing on each question for a few minutes.

„I would like my guide to visit me. Are you there? Can you show yourself to me?

You might see patterns and shapes behind your eyes or feel a strange sensation of belonging. The experience is different for everyone. If you don’t feel anything, don’t be disheartened. Remember, some guides will not show themselves to you while uou are awake and might wait until a time when you are asleep. They know you better than you know yourself and may think that you are not ready to receive them in a conscious state.

„Please show me your gender. Are you male, female, or nonbinary?”

At this point, you must tune in physically and trust your inner thoughts and instincts. Imagine you are standing in front of a being. Tap into the energies and trust your very first answer.

„can you tell me your name, please?”

It might take several meditations before you receive this answer, but, once again, trust those instincts—you have them for a reason. Allow your imagination to expand. Your guides name may not come quickly or even come to you at all when meditating. You might be given the name a few days later, so look out for signs. If, during the following days, you hear the same name repeatedly, perhaps on TV or the radio, it could be your guide nudging you gently. Alternatively, you might wake up one morning with a clear name in your head.

Once you have your guides name, you are on your way to connecting with them fully. If you are serious about making a connection with your guide, you must meditate every night before going to sleep. People often fall asleep during meditation; this is quite alright. When you arrive at a meditative state, your vibration rises and your energy starts to change and evolve. It does take lots of practice, so never give up. After a while you will be able to slip into this relaxed state quickly and summon your guide as needed.

Thank you for reading this. For all the beginner witches out there, I hope you grow more and more accustomed to your spiritual journey, and find your own path 🤍 please remember that you can find your own path to witchcraft — there’s no set formula, just a bunch of practices that you can choose to use. Witchcraft can be used for anything — from protection to success in certain aspects of life. If you want to know more, you may check out my quotev or tiktok account. I have posted information relating to these topics there, but I’m posting irregularly. Especially my tiktok account, I don’t really post there anymore 💔 but the works are still there.

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jolieblack · 7 months ago

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Jolie’s thoughts on

A Case of Identity (Sherlock & Co. podcast)

This was always going to be an online romance scam in any modern version, so lets jump straight to the truly interesting bits of this case!

They are best pals! They are best pals! Time someone said it. The pedantic Spanish woman who loves spreadsheets, the violin-playing detective who doesn’t know who Beyoncé is, and All Hail John. We love all three of you.

Sherlock desperately trying to fit in please John is touching as always. And I’ll never get over how softly John says "We're past that."

The ACD quote - one of his weirder ones, tbh - of Holmes and Watson flying hand in hand over London and peaking into houses and wondering at the queerness of life made me very happy. I just never expected to hear it in this version!

Slayer of the Dead King, Sent from My iPhone. 😂

Firelard John getting totally sucked into the game universe in spite of being such a sceptic at first cracks me up to no end. And of course he’s a wizard. Although I absolutely fail to see how John has to play his way through the game in order to get talking to Miles at all. They could just have talked on the phone? And he is a bit of a dickhead for letting himself get killed in-game while trying to solve the case.

Considering how Joel & Co. don‘t let themselves be bound by the genders of ACD‘s characters, I suspected after Part 1 that Miles‘s mum (probably in league with her new partner) was behind "Angel" so she could get/keep her hands on Miles‘s fortune. Absolutely loved Sherlock for knowing where THEY live right away.

"It‘s nice if she’s calm but it really doesn’t matter." - Oh, Sherlock.

John being a therapist to absolutely everyone is so touching. And then Sherlock tracking down the real Angel. This case ended WAY better than the original. Well done Firelard. Making everyone better with the healing power of your words. I always love it when John gets to shine in these stories and he certainly shone big time, here.

#sherlock & co #sherlock & co podcast #sherlock and co #podlock #a case of identity #episode notes

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radiobelle-bitxch · 1 month ago

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So... someone finally expossed me to the leaks, it wasn’t done in bad faith (it wasn’t online either) the person just assumed I knew them, since they always claim I'm a walking wiki of any fandom I get into.

So... yeah 🥹, on one hand, it sucks, but on the other they stopped when they noticed my face, so I actually only heard about the leaks regarding Alastor, so that’s... good?

✨️✨️Anyway, I have thoughts now, but I'm putting them all under cut✨️✨️

I'm actually not angry over the reveal of his contractor, and me loves pathetic men who try to pretend otherwise, so I can't wait to see him being pitiful 🤭

Rosie being his "owner" makes an strange amount of sense when I think back to certain inconsistencies of s1, and I had long since suspected she wasn't 100% an ally, so there's that, yes, I know many of us were hoping for either Lilith or Roo, but this is why you should never get too attached to fandom theories, you still got right the part of him not being fully recovered! 🥂

I still suspect there's more to their contract that what it looks, and what her true identity might be, no, I don't believe she's another fallen angel, but not sure if she's a sinner or hellborn to grant the amount of power she gave to him.

I wonder if this leak correlates in any way to a small surge in Alastor/Emily content? Since now it's clear his friendship with Rosie is anything but, people may start looking at other characters to befriend or pair him with or just someone who can heal his wound?

Among some of the angry reactions I saw, I can't help but find lowkey hilarious how, now that we'll finally have more of Alastor's backstory and motives some people are disappointed that he isn't an OP human eldritch abomination anymore? If you don't find him hot anymore, you have my sympathies but if you wanted him to remain badass and OP forever, I don't know how to tell you this, but s1 finale already showed us he is not like that??

Related to the above, I remember a HH version of one of those posts linking characters to some (in)famous tumblr quotes, and that one had linked Alastor to that one tumblr post about characters who wears masks upong masks (or was it layers??) only to find a 404 not found beneath all of it... and this leak may actually prove it? Because if Rosie has called his every move ever since, including his public persona and moods... who is Alastor beneath all that? You guys can be angry, I'm excited 🤩.

I suddenly remember the comic of one day in Alastor's life, and I feel like there's a whole new way to read it now that we know he's bound to Rosie, how much of what he does is controlled by her? Is she constantly keeping tabs on him? I can't help but wonder how much of this persona that she apparently molded him into is her idea of the perfect gentleman? How genuinely displeased he looked at the rose and how he (apparently) withered it with his touch, and of course the one where he saved the sheep demon from the butcher, was that himself or Rosie directing him? So many questions

And to finish, a crackpot theory of mine:

I saw some people calling BS the fact that Alastor was a radio host in the 30's as unrealistic, because now we know he wasn’t white-passing, racism, timelines etc etc and yeah I do agree that it is stretch, along with changes to his backstory from what we knew before, but also...

I choose to add this to the red thread wall of theory of Alastor being an angel!!! 😂😂

Like, just think of the possibilities ✨️

He could be secretly an lower-ranking angel that was somehow captured by Rosie, brainwashed into thinking he was a sinner and literally sewn a smile on his face?

What if he was a human, but wasn’t a dammed soul? What if he was abducted from heaven and made into a demon instead?

What if he is an angel who made a deal with Rosie and she forced him to forget?

NOTE: This is a CRACKPOT theory, adding to the existing one purely for fun, I'm 99% sure that Alastor was and has always been human/sinner, but on the remote 1% chance that I may be onto something, I get bragging rights 🤣🤣🤣

#hazbin hotel leaks #alastor #see this is the difference between knwoing something and knowing about something 🫠#I repeat I talk about Alastor LEAKS here #so don't read after the break line!!!#hazbin hotel s2 #hazbin hotel

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tina-aumont · 8 months ago

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Raïna interview at VoyageLA page.

[Raïna and her horse Quincy]

Dr. Raïna Manuel-Paris has a multicultural background, born of a French father and a Dominican mother. She was raised in France and England until her early 20’s then moved to the US. Fairy tales and Legends were her refuges. They helped her understand the difficulties of her childhood. By the age of twelve, she had read most of the myths and legends of the world. From Ireland and Russia to Arabia. She holds a Ph.D. in Mythological Studies with emphasis in Depth Psychology from PGI.

She also holds a Masters Degree in Film from Columbia U. She taught Magic and Ritual and Myth and Symbol for 15 years at the Art Institute in Santa Monica, where she also offered guided meditations and somatic energy work. Her own spiritual seeking and evolution has taken her from Bali to the sacred shores of Lake Atitlan in the Guatemalan Highlands of the Sierra Madre… She is also adjunct faculty at PGI where she taught a course in Archetypal Patterns in Cinema. She assisted Dr. Lionel Corbett during his Psyche and the Sacred workshop with its ritual aspect. She has also taught at the Relativity School in Downtown LA. She is a published author of non-fiction and scholarly articles: Trauma War and Spiritual Transformation, Journal of Jungian Thought, 2017; The Mother- to-be Dream Book. Warner Books, 2002.) She is also a poet and published one book of poetry with Raven Books as well as several poems in various publications. Her documentary the Bridges of My Father was selected for the short film corner at the Cannes Film Festival in 2009.

[Raïna's husky mix Numen]

Currently, Raïna splits her time between Los Angeles and Ojai, CA. She works with individuals in a process she calls “The Cradle and the Crown,” assisting men and women in coming to alignment body mind and soul, developing deep aliveness as well as careful listening to the whisperings of their soul’s desire. She also uses the Tarot and other oracle tools to help her clients. She is a speaker /lecturer at the Joseph Campbell roundtable on the Tarot: the 22 universal patterns of transformation and on Love: Primal Agent of Change as well as the Myth Salon in LA. She has given numerous lectures at the Philosophical Research Society and taught workshops based on the Cradle and The Crown process. She practices Natural Horsemanship, with her horse Quincy, and also spends time exploring the Ojai valley with her husky mix, Numen. She also plays the ancient frame drum and sings. She is working to complete a novel with archetypal motifs. She also wrote a play with writing partner Susan Kacvinsky: “Seeking Sophia” which had a staged reading in Los Angeles in 2014.

Her work with students, including many veterans, always emphasizes the ways in which one reconnects the Soul of the World, Anima Mundi, with Corpus Mundi, the body of the world, and how to hold the tension between the inner world and the outer world in a way that engages curiosity and compassion. She worked on an online course “Awakening the Magician Within” as well as on her lecture “What Women Want”. Probably the one thing that has been at the core of her life is the understanding that we are all spiritual beings, whether we know it or not, magical beings with a desire for healing and love. And that archetypal stories, and the ancient mysteries of nature, provide a helpful direction towards an authentic relationship with the Self. Having a life with ritual and contemplation is very helpful as well. Soul, she believes, needs Mystery more than Meaning in order to feel the joy of its divinity.

[Raïna Paris]

Has it been a smooth road? A life is not a smooth ride, ever, if you want to actually live. What I learned as a child was so filled with confusion and misunderstanding, judgment, and rage, I became fear-based and so mixed up inside I had to learn to untangle all the different strands of my life and identify them, like the four impossible tasks given to Psyche, There has been many losses and deep grief along the way as well as health challenges. But always the deepest learning comes from all those challenges as well as the wisdom of the body, Re-learning to listen to the instincts and the intuition, trusting the inner guidance which has always been there but that took time to relearn to trust. I had to learn how to live from a place of inner authority as opposed to outer expectations. The mystical tools, like the Tarot, and the wisdom teachings of the ages, have always been beautiful signposts along the way.

We’d love to hear more about your work and what you are currently focused on. What else should we know? I am not someone who likes to teach or talk about something for the sake of talking. I need to come from love in whatever I do. Specially because I was so fear-based, And I also need to know what I am talking about, what I am trying to convey, not only intellectually but in the body and in the heart. I am a scholar, a guide and a poet. And I do not ever talk about a subject however scholarly without implicating myself on a personal level. It’s not something I decided to do, it’s just how I am. I am always trying to live a life that is absolutely personal and authentic to me and at the same time, share my experience with others in the hopes that it might be helpful or useful.

So I go into the places of the In-Between, of liminality. It is the place of dreams, of imagination, and it is also the world of Nature, where the truth lives, at the threshold between this world and the archetypal world, I work with the tarot from an archetypal viewpoint because it is an ancient wisdom tool and I believe it helps give perspective to this crazy road trip called life, which often seems to spiral back to the same places we have experienced before. I also teach a seminar about the Cradle and the Crown process which helps people connect with the power and passion of childhood joy as well as the wisdom of inner authority. Once the weeds of false beliefs get rooted out, I find there is a beautiful way to live in tune with the Self and the world around us.

[Another photo of Raïna and her horse Quincy]

Let’s touch on your thoughts about our city – what do you like the most and least? I love that the city is surrounded by Nature, so close by, from parks and mountains to ocean.

It is a challenging place with just as many opportunities to heal and transform, as there are opportunities to lose oneself.

Raïna Paris interview at VoyageLA on-line magazine published the 20th May 2020. The name of the person who wrote this article or conducted this interview is not listed.

#Raina Paris #2020 Raina #lecturer #speaker #doctor #soul #VoyageLA #VoyageLA magazine #2020 VoyageLA magazine #faerie kingdom #legends #tarot #spiritual knowledge #Gracia Family #Montez Family #Quincy #Numen

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danosrosegarden · 2 years ago

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Angel (Part Two) - Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Contains: smoking (please don't), a very minor mention of drinking, mentions/descriptions of sex work (reader is a sex worker and is bisexual), descriptions of negative self-image, and descriptions of a past toxic relationship.

Note: I have an idea of where this story will go...a few details are already planned out. But is there something you'd like to see specifically (don't worry about smut, smut will come eventually)? Shoot me a message about your idea, and I'll see if I can work it in!

Your nose scrunched as soon as you climbed into Edward's car. The air inside wrapped its talons around the smooth skin of your throat and squeezed hard. It was stiflingly hot and reeked of the cloudy, stale stench of cigarettes. It reminded you of the thin, worn warmth of Marshall's flannels you used to cuddle into. No matter the grisly fights you'd get into, at the end of each night, you could always count on his touch to find you somehow. He was gentle when he wanted to be. The crumbles of ash on his shirt used to look like home.

You supposed there was no such thing as "home" anymore. There was no such thing as liquor-flavored kisses in the glimmering heat of the afternoon sun leaking through the open window of his apartment. There was no such thing as makeup sex in the dead quiet of midnight, your bodies bathed in glistening swaths of moonlight as his hands gripped your hips. There was just no such thing as home.

"What time is it?" you asked, suddenly feeling aching bags of drowsiness tug at the skin underneath your eyes. Edward pulled back his jacket sleeve and checked his watch.

"Four forty seven."

"Jesus." Time had been lost on you the moment Marshall threw you out.

Bits and parts of your heart and mind were still locked in survival mode from when work was at its most intense. It was mostly about money. It didn't matter if the men's hands around your throat felt like blistering fire. Who cared if the girls' tongues slithering around in your mouth tasted like blood clots and mucus? It didn't matter how lowly you were treated, as long as they paid up when it was all over. Yes, it was mostly about money. But part of it was about finding yourself. Maybe you could spot a glimmer of salvation in the eyes of the next man you'd sleep with. Perhaps there was a sparkle of hope for a better life hidden in the pads of the fingers of the next woman who'd touch you. You thought you found liberation in the lingering cloud of Marshall's leathery cologne. Through his touch, all was healed. Where were you supposed to go from here?

"Have you ever paid for certain services, Edward?" A popping pink dusted across your cheeks. You didn't mean to blurt it, but you couldn't help but wonder if he had any...experience with people like you.

"Huh?" He raised his brows and continued to stare straight ahead, burning a hole into the rain-dribbled windows of Josephine's.

"Sex work, Edward. Have you ever paid for a prostitute?"

Edward's mouth dropped open, and instantly his round face was lit crimson. "N-no."

"Not even online? No OnlyFans subscriptions? Nothing?"

"O-of course not."

"Do you think there's something wrong with sex work?"

"N-no. I don't. It's just...even if I had the money, I wouldn't do it."

Now you were curious. "Why not?"

Edward sighed. "You got comfortable fast."

Your cheeks burned a harsh, screaming pink. "Sorry. I'll shut up."

You had only known Edward for a miniscule smear of time, but there was an odd feeling brewing inside of you. The feeling that you'd be letting something special go by scaring him off. Maybe it was for the best to just keep your mouth closed. Still, you couldn't help but wonder what he thought of you. Your line of work. The most soiled and ruined pieces of yourself that Marshall had seen and stomped all over. What was lurking deep down.

"I'm sorry," Edward mumbled. "But I should probably be heading back home."

A knot tied itself tight in your throat, and you felt red hot tears prick the corners of your eyes. The rain had let up a bit, but you still couldn't imagine what you'd do with yourself after Edward would kick you out of his car and you were left to wander the streets again. You felt your loneliness' claws creep up around your heart and pop it, letting the beating meat deflate like an old, miserable balloon.

"I understand."

You went to open the door and get out before Edward stopped you.

"Wait."

"Hmm?"

He still refused to look you in the eyes. "What time does Josephine's open, do you know?"

"5:00, I'm pretty sure."

Edward tore at his left index finger's nail and chewed on his lip for a moment before speaking. "Would you like to get a coffee when they open? I can pay."

Josephine's coffee, though you hadn't tasted it in years, was always perfectly roasted. It coated your throat and swept down into your stomach with just the right amount of scalding, black bliss. You couldn't imagine anything you wanted more in that moment than a cup of it. The concept of seeing Josephine herself made your stomach curlicue into knots, but you'd be willing to take that risk for a little bit of coffee.

"Thanks, Edward."

He turned to you, finally meeting your eyes. His smile was small and crooked. "Don't mention it."

#Eli's writing #Danonation #Paul Dano #Edward Nashton #The Riddler #The Batman #Edward Nashton x reader #The Riddler x reader #Edward Nashton x you #The Riddler x you #Edward Nashton x Y/N #The Riddler x Y/N

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archetypal-archivist · 4 months ago

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HI I saw your reblog of my post and I wanted to pop in here to say I ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT!!!! Oaugh it's so soft and an extremely good take on the vibes. The sunflower seeds?? "You sneeze and hope he likes the your shadows"???? ouuugh brilliant!!! Thank you so much for writing something inspired by my art, it's incredibly sweet :D

Of course! Every once in a while I see something on Tumblr that just makes me go Oh and I have to write something for it. Usually it's a poetry-adjacent snippet, other times a good 1000 words, often just bullet points for the story I wish I had time to write.

Your art of Grian in the kitchen very much made me go OH and if I wasn't knee deep in Twisted Wonderland brain rot and actively looking for full time, permanent work for after my current contract is up, I'm sure I'd have plenty more to say. Already I can see a story...

Scar decides one day to collect the glass bottles he gets from the soda factory in town. It's going out of business and it's his favorite brand, so he saves the bottles of each flavor of soda he likes and lines them up on his window sill. He's trapped inside because of his disability most of the time, so he takes great joy in the way the afternoon sun streams through the glass of the bottles to pattern his floor in a rainbow of hues. He arranges the bottles in different ways and combined with the natural light of the window, the colors fractal and mosaic into different shapes. One day, because he can, he makes a person. Perhaps it's exhaustion from his latest round of physical therapy, his meds mixing strangely with his coffee, his imagination, any number of things- but the way the light filters into the room, catching dust like his breath catching in his throat, it reminds him of angel wings. When he closes his eyes, he sleeps, dozing in the sun. When he wakes, Grian is there, sitting on the floor with a glass bottle in his hands, holding it up to peer through, curious as the world distorts.

Grian comes and goes and Scar is never quite sure he's 100% there, but the dishes in his sink say his friend is real. He lives alone except for Jellie and it's hard, but Grian makes it easier- surely that's real? Bad pain days no longer mean going hungry and if his angel is but his imagination, then even still, Scar will believe with all his heart that Grian is real because life is so much kinder when he thinks someone is there by his side.

It's a story told in little moments of light and love detailing ways the chronically ill would want to be taken care of, if they had the choice, and how hard it is to trust that your loved one is happy to take care of you when you can't 'meaningfully contribute' in return. The pain doesn't go away. Grian is an angel, or a figment, or something more beautiful and strange than either of those things, and not even he can cure what's wrong with Scar. Sometimes it's on the tip of Scar's tongue to ask, and other times it lurks behind Grian's eyes, but at the end of the day, beyond the pain, it's hard to think of a Scar who wasn't irrevocably changed by his illness and they're too scared to confront that reality, that person who could have been.

It's Scar knowing he doesn't have much to give, pouring his heart into art to sell online because it's the one sign of life he can reliably give. People ask after him if he hasn't posted in a while and that's sad and reassuring both. He gives Grian sunflower seeds and tries to sell him pictures of himself, asking (begging) for commissions, but he knows that Grian doesn't need any of it. Angels are above worldly pursuits, they do good where it's needed and then they leave to find where they are next needed most. Scar is good for art and that's all. What could make Grian stay if not for the one trait Scar has that can be trusted to garner him attention? If Scar was healed, would Grian no longer feel like he's obligated to hang around? In reality, Grian is ephemeral and what he needs is a place to stay and a person to need him. Angels are creatures of faith and Scar's faith in his goodness is enough to keep him bright, even if Grian wishes Scar had more faith in him. He's not leaving; he can't. He loves too strongly to give this up and that terrifies him. It's just buried under the mundane terror of scorching scrambled eggs and keeping Scar from falling when pushing himself past his limits.

It's how the mundane can be underpinned with great emotion but you still have to cook breakfast. Life isn't all ups or downs, it's a lot of quiet, and it's falling in love in the spaces between the big emotions so you can give the more tender bits of you room to breathe.

#minecraft #hermitcraft #fanfiction #ask

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thotsforvillainrights · 1 year ago

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Hi there!

Do you mind doing a hc or scenario where Kai is taking care of his loved one who broke their leg & just flat out refused to let him fix it?

Thanks

Sincerely a broken fan of yours. 🥴

(Broken anon, I have just the thing for you!)

~Rainy Day Accident~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

Did you know just how damn much you stressed him out?! You drove the man into near insanity sometimes. Whether this was with your little touches behind closed doors, your affinity for loud noises when he needed to focus, your dazzling smile on his darkest days, or just the way you refused to listen to him during the most crucial moment. You drove him crazy and today was no different from the rest.

He'd told you a dozen times to stay inside today and that the weather would get bad but no. You just simply insisted on leaving to the store to pick something up he could've just ordered online and had dropped off tomorrow. No no, you were impatient so he hid his keys. Then you struck out WALKING when he'd turned his back. He was busy scratching away at his hive covered arms when Kurono entered his office shortly after knocking. "Overhaul, we found her/him/them..." He was delivering good news so then why had the tone of his voice been glum? "And what else?" Kai pressed for more information. Kurono sighed and removed his mask to reveal his serious eyes. "Y/N had apparently slipped and fell down a set of stairs."

In the blink of an eye, Chisaki had pushed past Chrono and rushed to your side in the living room where you rested on the couch. Nemoto bowed upon seeing his master and stepped aside so he could kneel beside you. He glared, frowning at the sight in front of him. Without saying a word he signaled for Nemoto to leave you two alone. You half expected another one of his long winded speeches about what you shouldn't have done. Instead, he immediately began apologizing to you. "Angel, I'm sorry. Had I actually put my foot down like I was supposed to then this wouldn't have happened to you." You smiled and softly placed a hand on top of his head. "You're apologizing to me? Should be the other way around, don't you think? Besides, the doctor in the hospital told me earlier that it would heal up in no time. Just gotta wait out the next couple of weeks." You explained. He quickly looked up at you as though you'd grown 3 heads. "Wait it out? No Angel, of course not. There's no need for that. If you'd just let me, I can go ahead and fix this in no time." He spoke as he began removing his gloves.

"Oh nope no! No thanks! There's really no need for that Kai haha! I can heal up just find the natural way. Besides, wouldn't it be better at this point? Maybe I can learn to sit down and listen to you when I'm supposed to." You were joking around and he was serious. For the next few weeks, although stuck in the house, you still managed to find a way to drive him insane. How this time? By not letting him do the simple thing and repair your broken leg for you. He'd follow you around sometimes an hour at a time and continuously beg you to let him fix it. He'd even caught himself watching you sleep at night, secretly thinking of just doing it while your guard was let down. Then he thought about the first time you began dating and you made him promise to never use his quirk on you without permission.

"Damn it..." he angrily mumbled to himself as he replayed the memory and watched you struggle to settle into bed comfortably with the cast.

Perhaps a little more begging would eventually get you to open up to the idea but for now, he kept strong on making sure you weren't going to roll out of bed and hurt yourself or your leg.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #overhaul #kai chisaki #yakuza #shie hassaikai #scenario

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m34gs · 8 months ago

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers ♡

Usually I don't do a lot of chain asks like this but today I feel like it 💜 Thanks for the ask, @synobun 💜💜💜

5 things that make me happy:

Spud. Of course my baby is number one on this list. He's been my angel for the past five years and I adore him so much. He's the best kitty ever and I would do anything for him. He's (very literally) the reason I am still alive today. His floof is healing.

My friends/family. I love my friends, and I'm so happy to finally be living within a half-hour of two of my best friends. They're amazing people and I absolutely love them. My siblings mean the world to me and I am so proud of them. They're both younger than me, and seeing all their accomplishments feels me with so much happiness to see how much they've grown. I love them and I want only the best for them. Jumping off of that, I have a set of cousins older than me who act like older sisters and it makes me feel so loved and wanted every time they invite me over or send me messages. I love them so so so much. I even have many online friends who fill me with joy every day! 💜💜💜💜

Writing. I will never stop writing. Maybe one day I'll publish some of my original works, and then maybe one day I'll publish enough that I can work more casual at my current job, because I love my job and the sense of happiness it can give me, but it is so hard some days and I'm still recovering from a fullblown burnout 2 years ago (they say it takes 3-5 years to fully recover, and I'm doing my best to give myself time but it's hard some days). Anyway; I have stories to tell, thoughts and ideas to share, and a whole lotta world-building that I've been dying to get down on paper. I will be writing until I die, guaranteed.

Singing. I sing all the time. I sing in the car, I sing while I cook, I sing while I clean, I sing along to music while I write, and sometimes I just sing while I'm not doing anything. Music makes me happy, and I need to express myself through music. Even if I'm singing a sad song, the catharsis it gives me makes me feel satisfied and content after.

Horror movies. Is anyone surprised at this point? I watch them on my own, with friends, at home, in theatres...I just love them. They're so fun! And deal with such interesting topics. I love the discussion some of them can bring up. (I do not love the discussion of what "should be" allowed in horror. Horror is subjective. Also, if it makes you highly disgusted and/or disturbs you, then it likely *does* belong in horror. Like, name a better genre for that? smh, some people...) I love love love learning about my favourite horror movies too. Like, everything I know that is "extra" or "behind the scenes" on Hellraiser fills me with such joy. I adore the Saw movies. Human Centipede, my beloved. Crimson Peak. Terrifier. Misery. There's just so many I find interesting and enjoy watching! The special effects are so cool; especially the practical effects and makeup. Like, ok ok, sidetrack, but DID YOU KNOW in Misery, the famous hobbling scene? Kathy Bates used a real sledgehammer and swung hard. The legs on the bed? Those were prosthetic legs built to look like James Caan's legs, made out of gelatin, PVC pipe, and a hinge in the ankles. The camera zoomed in completely focused on the hammer and legs, which made the iconic scene. Anyway, I love that tidbit and if you didn't know it before, well now you do :D (source 1; source 2)

#asks #thank you for the ask!#chain asks #for fun #five things that make me happy

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strobarium · 10 months ago

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erin's thoughts on "paper angel."

the first post on the strobarium! how nice. (SPOILERS AHEAD.)

(eyestraining colors ahoy, dereality-type stuff is mentioned)

youtube recommended me a video i really, really enjoy by this youtuber named Mara. it's well over an hour long and she talks a lot about her experiences with outsider art and mixed media, among other things. its worth a watch if you do like long-winded video essays about...STUFF. i guess

youtube

thats only partially relevant, though. i bring the video up because within it, she talks about the game in question today, briefly. the visuals struck a chord with me, and the seemingly abstract narrative being more or less promoted my way was very intriguing and had me interested in getting my hands on it.

you already picked up the title from the title of the post but i like using big font!

"Paper Angel," by Slitherbop.

(love that title screen, wow.)

Slitherbop, or, Slither, is a 25-year old surrealist illustrator based in Sasketchewan, Canada, from what his Neocities homepage states. he has an absolute ton of really colorful and trippy art spread out across several pages, but i feel the most of them you'd find on his tumblr page. i'd recommend looking into if you're...well i mean if you're even READING THIS you're prob into the same type shit i be on, yeah. lol. anyway,

Slither has OCs. (commonplace amongst contemporary illustrators online, if you've noticed) One of them, is the focus of the game i'm going to write a lot about.

Spinwhim! (they/them)

(god, look at them.)

taken from Slither's toyhou.se (toyhou.se is more or less an original character database tool that illustrators like to use, a lot, to log their OCs and stuff)

"Spinwhim is a powerful healer and grand storyteller. They’re very kind, outgoing, and wacky. They like to travel all around to help others. Their intense curiosity and passion makes them meddlesome. They can focus and see the world on a cellular level, which is utilized in healing and creating. Good :-)"

they, are more or less the focal point of the entire visual novel. it's a treat that they are, their design is great (much as it does change over the course of the game,) and i generally do like their demeanor and how they interact with me, the player.

speaking of the player, i don't really know who i play as! it's a blank-slate type deal. i speak very vaguely and generally i think im depicted as rather confused seeming/"out-of-it."

competent enough to prepare soup for an ill spinwhim though. OH right. plot stuff. i should get into that-

...well, actually the plot's not really super complex. you're there with spinwhim in this house within this elaborately colorful world and you're essentially nursing them back to health. its said in game you spend about a week with them.

...

i didn't even get to experience the whole week but i just. i have this incredible draw towards them.

it's not really a surprise to me that any motherly (well, or even fatherly) figure with this type of benevolent, reassuring and friendly aura just resonates with me: as i kind of allude to in the preface, i've had familial...struggles in the past and i more or less continue to, especially as it relates to how i feel about my biological parents. its complex and i don't think i could really get into it fully no matter the medium, idk.

spinwhim is just nice to experience speaking to me even if it is confined to the limitations of a RPG Maker VX Ace-created visual novel. (shoutout RPG Maker also, wow, interactive outsider art people love this program a lot i have learned LOL.) as i'm taking care of them, they note how good of a job i'm doing, and even how helpful i've been to the recovery process they're going through relating to the unknown illness they have. i'm even just complimented in general regarding my demeanor and whatnot... i really do wish they were someone i could come to for comfort like i do a fair amnt of my friends, or romantic partners. it would be nice.

what, really sealed the deal, was the twist.

after seemingly, fully recovering from their illness, they're up and at it and in a different fit than normal, to boot. they say they cleared a path to head into town (the whole duration of the game, some apparently severe snowy weather was hitting your gen. location) and that they're excited to go.

they ask me if i want to come with.

so, OF FUCKING COURSE i hit go with. lol

after expressing excitement that i actually did want to go with, they ask me to come closer.

they recount how horrible it was living the way they were, prior. that their head was "caving in" and that they were "boiling" and "lethargic." sounds pretty tough. but after that, they hit me with this revelation:

i was... CREATED???

(the actual verbiage and whatnot they use to talk about everything from this point forward is genuinely just breathtaking also as a side note)

it especially explains the demeanor they've had toward me throughout the game, like i kinda said earlier, very motherly overall. i felt loved. it was sincerely nice. but then it gets even more emotional frm there for me...they say this:

"When I say I want you to come with me, I mean I want to absorb you back into me. You will be returning from where you came. Your thoughts will be my thoughts again, and it will be like a dream to me. It will be wonderful…"

was given a choice.

ONCE AGAIN. OF FUCKING COURSE I HIT YES.

this part just made me tear up a little-the response i got:

"Oh, my beautiful apple. You will no longer live in this confusion of yours. You will be safe."

i basically immediately realized what was happening to me and why it was hitting me so damn hard.

...

it's basically no secret at this point (i make sure its not) that i'm, dissociative. to the extent i fucking formed 10+ people in my head about it. lol. that being said, i'm all-too familiar with what it's like to just be, broken, split apart, fractured.

Its Not Great !

i lucked out, with my system. (there's a lot to it but this dissociative disorder shit can REALLY BE TOUGH depending on a lot of circumstances. well its tough Already, but yeah) i only (at the time of writing) deal with one alter who more or less has it out for me, and the rest of us. that makes it so that i have pretty much 12 additional friends just kind of in my noggin at every given moment. it's pretty cool-things are even such a way regarding how we work that they can just talk to me and my friends rather fluidly. it can result in a lot of shenanigans.

but the road to which led them all to forming was fucking crazy and shitty. i won't go into details i guess here but dissociative disorders are most of the time traumagenic, to give you an idea. its not great, as i said earlier. theres just a lot to OSDD that i don't like, the memory issues i regularly have come to mind, along with me feeling detached from the world, other things. blegh.

that considered along with , complex (negative) feelings abt family shit considered it's probably just, obvious as hell why this scene resonates with me so much.

(had this revelation while getting screenshots for this post but the character they're hugging which i can only assume is the player looks alarmingly like one of my oldest sonas. made everything hit a lil harder for me)

i feel like a broken soul. and i yearn to be whole, again.

i don't think i would have taken up this oppurtunity irl if i was granted it given how much i do enjoy about being my own person who does things and whatnot but the thought lingers. getting to live it out to some degree thru this lil mini interactive artpiece just proved very therapeutic to me. i discovered it very early in the morning, and didnt really talk to anyone about it until after i experienced it. going through all of that solitarily, in my blue-lit room (thank you phillips for the hue bulb. Lol) just did a lot for me. i'm very, very thankful.

(should also note the same day i played the game i also took a phone call frm my mom and we talked about life stuff. it kinda hurt. to quote frm a more primitive form of this writeup "she used to bring me great comfort in my youth, during times i really needed it. complex feelings have led to a rift between us, that she can't even see. that i don't even, know if i want her to see." kinda says everything ig)

it was a nice escape from everything i'm generally going through at the moment, broadly. the process of recovery has proven to be fucking insane and full of all sorts of surprises on top of a very unpleasant yet expected amount of moments ive been faced with my absolutely, less pleasant qualities to my personality and bad habits and such. it sucks, but im at least...well i like to THINK im at least angled toward being better about shit but i don't know. i'm still learning. it's tough and i know i'm not alone when it comes to CPTSD recovery or dissociative disorder coping or bipolar disorder coping or whatever the hell else, but it really just, feels cold and solitary a lot of the time regardless. it's tough. it really is tough.

im just glad i found this little game. any sort of respite that appeals to me to that degree is just very appreciated.

i almost thought it was some strange divine shit going down in my life that led me to even stumbling upon it, the way it hit me. didn't lead to any i guess new revelations about my life or whatever, which is fine!

but. i liked it. it's nice.

i'm grateful. :)

slitherbop, if you're reading this, thank you. sincerely. from the bottom of my heart.

also plz more acid glitch parenting moment's plz (lol)

~ E.K.S.G.

#erin experiences #slitherbop #visual novel #outsider art #Youtube

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quornesha · 11 months ago

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Prophecy And Symbolism of The Domestic Silk Moth

The Following Channel is from higher powers, Divine, the ancestral plane and is prophetic through Quornesha S. Lemon|

Whether the Domestic Silk Moth (Bombyx mori) appears in dreams, visions, waking life or synchronicities, it is a sign and message that you are valuable. It is a prophecy and confirmation that you should not allow others outside of the divine will for your life, to dictate your worth. Whatever service you provide know that the worth and demand is about to skyrocket. People who have walked away and rejected you will return to only witness you being booked solid to where, in order to access you they have to pay three times the price. The Divine says to continue your journey.

A swift shift is occurring. You will experience monetary miracles. The Domestic Silk Moth is symbolic of wealth, good things happening, and also release from a tumultuous time. Pay attention to where your thoughts are. Not every thought that enters your mind is from God. You have to discern if what you are experiencing is evil intentions and projections from others or if it’s part of your own collective. The Divine will never promise a thing and do it in the opposite direction. Stay the course. Things are suddenly getting better. The veils are falling away or they’re being lifted off of you.

The Domestic Silk moth is symbolic and prophetic that it is time to enjoy the luxuries of life instead of just making ends meet. Instead of just paying bills, you are getting ready to enjoy the opulence of life. Do not allow anyone to tell you differently if the divine has given you a word. Keep away from negative and low vibrational people and environments. Release what is no longer of service to you and thank it for it’s presence and it’s departure.

For a time has come, where what you need quickly shows up. What you want is easily accessible and you will experience chance opportunities. Whatever concern you have right now, consider it already done. The Divine is sending in the power and authority of Moses for those who have stood against you to let you go, and if they don’t your ancestors will stand behind your releasement and your angels or guides. A war would be waged until you are freed. The Domestic Silk moth prophecies a season, decade and lifetime of provision that is so supernatural, it is almost unbelievable.

If Debt has you, it must release you. If enemies are holding onto your destiny, they must release it. If negative habits are holding onto you, then they have to go. Rise up warrior, it’s s a time of redemption and favor like, you have never seen.

This message isn't, obviously resonant with all whose paths it crosses, as perhaps you may encounter someone of this vernacular, mastery or skill. Therefore, it is a sign from the universe that you're meant to work with such a person.

Need further clarity or your own queries answered? Book your own reading as my schedule is full and I do not guarantee a reply on social media regarding this post.

If this is not you, then it is time to get clear to rejoin your tribe or the rest of the world of infinite beings. It's time to bring your light to the forefront. However, if you aren't able to invoke, heal or otherwise on your own, call on the assistance of shamans, healers, intuitive people, etc. to assist you. This synchronicity can possibly have specific meanings for you, it's time to get insight.

The Gift that Quornesha Has can never be duplicated, She is a Shaman, Writer, Healer, And Teacher with incredible prophetic/healing gifts. Please do not infringe upon her rights as the author. You are not permitted to reuse, nor are you to sale as you wish. This information has been made available to you for the purpose of introduction and demonstration. All rights reserved. If you'd like to use this in a magazine, online publication, or other, please ask for permission first. Legal actions will be taken if you proceed to impose. Be blessed, bless others and be at peace on your journey. What you do is coming back on you. Make sure that it is good, and all is well within you, through you and around you. The source sees all and knows what you think it does not.

#totems #animals #bombyx mori #domestic silk moth symbolism #prophecy of the domestic silk moth #domestic silk moth prophecy #prophecies #priestess #high priestess #mystic #shamanism #shamanic healing

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astreetcarnamedwynn · 2 years ago

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U V W X :chinhands:

This took much longer than expected. I should have expected it though because I always write too much. Thank you so much for the ask, @dottie-wan-kenobi! I enjoyed getting the chance to ponder and flail about fandom!

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

Persona 5: Goro Akechi. My poor little meow meow. His duality fascinates me: who he presents himself to be vs. who he really is, who he wanted to be as a child vs. who he has become now. His slow realization that he’s merely the puppet of more powerful forces in the game (Shido, Yaldabaoth (though he doesn’t quite know this), and Maruki) is heartbreaking, as are the choices that he makes to break free from that control.

Yuri on Ice: Yuuri Katsuki. He is so important to me. He’s so wrapped up in his head, striving for acknowledgement, for success, for Victor, that he doesn’t see his own talent or how bright of a light that he is. His blossoming over the course of the show is lovely. I desperately wish for a season two of the show (or the long delayed movie) because I want to see more of Yuuri’s journey to discover life and love.

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakahara Chuuya. I am in aesthetic lust with his design. There’s just something about it that calls to me. The red hair, the jaunty hat, the even jauntier grin, the choker and the coat. He’s a pintsized powerhouse and so achingly human (despite his less than human origins). His dynamic with Dazai is fascinating, and I wish we got to see more of him in the anime & manga.

Final Fantasy XV: Prompto Argentum. See above re: Nakahara Chuuya being so achingly human despite his origins. See above re: Yuuri Katsuki and his anxiety and lack of belief in himself. See above re: Goro Akechi and the power of Robbie Daymond as a voice actor. He’s an anxious ball of sunshine just trying to keep up with royalty, and I love how he helps Noctis to feel human, despite the literal weight of the world on his shoulders.

Game of Thrones: Sansa Stark. Sansa for queen. I found her story the most compelling in the show (it’s been too long since I’ve read the books for me to comment on them). She has such a hard, relentless reality check. The little songbird is nearly crushed by the cruelty of the world, but she finds a way to survive in the figurative lion’s den, without any physical or mystical prowess. She should have been Queen of all Westeros at the end, not just Queen of the North.

V - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms

Persona 5: Goro Akechi x Akira Kurusu (Ren Amamiya). Because, to paraphrase Hegel, advancement cannot occur without both thesis and antithesis. Because they are two sides of the same coin. Because in other circumstances they could have been great rivals, maybe even friends. Because Akira is the one person that Goro refuses to lose to. Because Akira held on to the glove. Because Goro being alive & his real, angry, jaded self is Akira’s greatest wish.

Avatar: Katara x Zuko. Because one rises with the moon and the other rises with the sun. Because Katara offered to heal his scar. Because Zuko went with her to find her mother’s killer. Because Katara went with him to confront his sister. Because Zuko threw himself in front of lightning to protect Katara.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Buffy and Spike. Because they are my first online OTP. Because Spike would rather be fighting her (and because the feeling is mutual). Because Spike knows that he’s a monster, but Buffy treats him like a man. Because Buffy asked him to stay. Because Spike made a promise to a lady. Because 147 days yesterday and 148 days today.

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

Yuri on Ice: Victor x Yuuri. Yuuri & his stamina just wrecking Victor

Trigun Stampede: Vash x Wolfwood. Wolfwood calling Vash ‘angel’

Bungou Stray Dogs: Dazai x Chuuya. Emotional honesty

Game of Thrones: Jon x Sansa. Jon going down on Sansa like a champ

Persona 5: Goro x Akira. Philosophical debates as foreplay

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

Yuri on Ice: Yuri Plisetsky

Persona 5: Yusuke Kitagawa

The Untamed: Wei Wuxian

My Hero Academia: Todoroki Shouto

Fruits Basket: Tohru Honda

Trigun Stampede: Vash

Howl’s Moving Castle: Sophie Hatter

Breath of the Wild: Sidon

Bungou Stray Dogs: (tie) Akutagawa Ryuunosuke & Atsushi Nakajima

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