#Reiki Tattoo

[dreamtigress]

Tattoo #23, done at Robyn 'Jonesy' Jones at Living Lore Tattoo in Ellicott City. Chakra Mandala, designed by me, with lots of symbols and meanings. In the top on each side, there is a pair of crows, though they are hard to see here.

[tattoocostellativo]

I tatuaggi sono una forma di antica arte che è stata usata per secoli per esprimere sentimenti, emozioni e persino guarire le ferite spirituali ed energetiche. La pratica di tatuare simboli, figure e parole sulla pelle è un modo per connettersi con la propria energia interiore e guarire le ferite che si portano dentro. . . . #spiritualtattoo #tattoodipotere #tatuaggiodipotere #familysroots #familysrootstattoo #tatuaggio #tattoo #ritualtattoo #handpoketattoo #handpokeartist #palosanto #incenso #benedizione #tatuaggioitalia #milanosegreta #counselingolistico #costellazionifamiliari #reiki #esoterismo #sciamanesimo #consapevolezza #rito #milanotattoo #anima #sacro #simbologia #guarigione #guarigionespirituale #energiapositiva #chakra (presso Milano Duomo) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmXD0IQL3y7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[otrtbs]

no because actually where are the james potter punk edits ,,,,,,, like get that reiky de valk kid in here or whatever and throw some tattoos on him and give him 7 new piercings and some eyeliner!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's time to go back to our roots

[niuniente]

After going to massages, shiatsu, reiki etc. I’ve come into a realization that those things don’t relax me. There are only two things which make my body genuinely relaxed

1. Guided meditations 2. Getting tattooed

[sidusgladii]

Masterlist of Information (FTNewGen - kkumri)

The information on this page was collected from old Tumblr posts of kkumri. All the information was said directly or implied by kkumri.

Luna Dragneel. She is eccentric and acts out alone. She is oblivious when people hit on her. She uses colorful language (curse words). She is, secretly, a bookworm. She loves strawberries dipped in tuna paste. Gale and Storm call her a “Luna-tic”. She fawns over Storm’s “battle mode”. Luna is afraid of revealing her feelings for Storm, because he already goes soft on her when sparring. She spars with Gale. Her guild mark is located on her right shoulder and pink. She is a tsundere (harsh personality, but gradually becomes kinder). She is seventeen years old. She is a Sagittarius.

Nash Dragneel. He is gay. He has a huge appetite. He was born with heterochromia (one eye is a different color than the other). He is approachable, loud, and easily bashful and irritable. His emotions are easily wavered as well. He blushes crazy and cannot think straight when complimented, leading to people using his weakness to their advantage. He also tends to overthink. He is very forgetful. He is oblivious when people hit on him. He inherited his father’s fierce glare (when upset) and uses colorful language (curse words). He thinks Gale is hot (platonically). Nash and Storm like to spend time together and drink hot chocolate when it’s cold. His guild mark is located on his left shoulder blade. He likes to marathon tv shows and sports. His hobbies include boxing, writing, and gaming. He is a Celestial Mage and uses Gun Magic. He takes and learns advice from his mother. Nash and Sylvia get along well! His parents accept him after his relationship with Reiki becomes public, and the news shocks the guild because “it wasn’t obvious”. In the future, it is likely that Nash and Reiki open an orphanage (basically adopting dozens of children). He is sixteen years old. He is a Pisces.

Storm Fullbuster. He is very frank (direct) in terms of communication. He tends to drift off in his daydreams. He has learned his father’s stripping habit. He likes soft things and ice pops. His hobbies include dancing, skating, and cooking. He uses Water Body and Ice Make Magic. He curses while in “battle mode”. His guild mark is located on his left pectoral and blue. He feels confident and secure of Luna’s reciprocal feelings for him. He understands Luna’s fears, of their relationship changing if she reveals her feelings for him, once he sees the gleam in her eyes when she spars with Gale. Storm and Nash like to spend time together and drink hot chocolate when it’s cold. He is seventeen years old. He is a Leo.

Sylvia Fullbuster. She is the most proper of her siblings. She can be dramatic. She had some complications during her birth, so she is weaker than her twin brother. She is older than her twin brother, Rin. She idolizes Asuka Connell. She uses water based magic and mainly uses them for healing purposes (she learns from her mother and Wendy Marvell). She has the ability to summon rain. Sylvia and Nash get along well! She is bolder than Akatsuki. Her guild mark is located on her right hip. She is eleven years old. She is an Aries.

Rin Fullbuster. He has a fraternal twin sister and he is protective of her. He is hot headed, dramatic, and easily jealous. He is also the worst to anger, because he causes the most destruction when upset. He is labeled as the joker of the FTNewGen. He is tanner than his twin sister, because he is sporty, and the time he spends outside, means he is in the harsh sunlight. He has a “big potty mouth”. He learned his father’s stripping habit. He idolizes Asuka Connell. He likes Rosemary (“the plant”) and betting. HIs hobbies include dressing up and sleeping. He has a cross tattoo on the back of his neck. He uses Plasma Beams and Earth Elements Magic. His magic requires a lot of high pain tolerance and he has the ability to summon lava from the ground. His guild mark is located on his right hip. He is eleven years old. He is an Aries.

Reiki Fernandes. He is bisexual. He can be bossy and competitive, yet is cool headed, well-mannered, and polite. He inherited his mother’s intense glare. He also is prepared for anything and finds cleaning swords therapeutic (like his mother). He loves his mother. He can be a “drama queen” and is a trusted leader. He usually steps out of brawls victorious and unharmed. He is an S-Class mage. He is a “lousy assed drinker” (he turns to it when he gets too stressed). He is quite vague in terms of communication. He is more buff than Storm. He tends to “baby” his little sister. He thinks Gale is hot (platonically). He begged Gale to “make him look more like his father”, so Gale gave Reiki his facial tattoo. He dated Nova for a bit, before breaking up with her because she was not her true self like how she was with Gale. He helps out his father with cooking at home. He likes strawberry cakes and corny films. His hobbies include teasing guildmates (especially Nash), training and exploring. His parents accept him after his relationship with Nash becomes public, and the news shocks the guild because “it wasn’t obvious”. In the future, it is likely that Reiki and Nash open an orphanage (basically adopting dozens of children). He uses Destruction Magic and is a sword wielder. His guild mark is located on his right shoulder blade. He is nineteen years old. He is a Leo.

Rosemary Fernandes. She loves her father. She is cool headed and well-mannered, but also a kamidere (self-absorbed). She loves awards and profit, yet is not greedy. She was born with an insane amount of magic power, leading to multiple failed kidnappings by evil wizards. “Holding back” is not in her dictionary. She is an S-Class mage when she becomes a teenager. She prefers solo missions. She uses Crystal Control and Energy Manipulation Magic. Her guild mark is located on the middle of her lower back. She likes nature, mementos, and music. Her hobbies include sword fighting, sewing, and dancing. She is ten years old. She is an Aquarius.

Gale Redfox. As a child, he was all “sunshine and rainbows”. He used to be weak and timid, causing him to be bullied frequently. He was a HUGE mama’s boy and, now, tries his best to overcome his attachment to his mother. He got involved in bad company, which turned him into a rebel. He used his magic power to prank people and destroy public property. He started to work out and hone his powers to prove people wrong. He dyed his hair dark blue to appear more intimidating. The more trouble he got into, the more his father got worried, leading to fights between the two to vent out frustrations. Gajeel tells Gale about his time in Phantom Lord and how he doesn’t want his son following the same path. Gale returns to Fairy Tail to make amends. His guild mark is located on his left pectoral. He prefers solo missions. The Fullbuster twins seem to have taken a liking to him! He spars with Luna. He learns tattoo art in his free time and believes his mother’s Script Magic is the prettiest art there is. He is a much better singer than his father and, secretly, has singing lessons with Mirajane Strauss. He likes to eat mutton with mint ice cream. He never curses, but he does label or nickname people. He is a kuudere (shut out, cold, shows no emotions). Gale is the one who gave Reiki his face tattoo after Reiki was begging him to make him more like his father. His feisty relationship with Nova causes him to fall for her (unknowingly). Her mental strength encourages Gale to become more powerful to win her heart, even when he knew she fell for Reiki. When Nova breaks down, after learning Reiki is together with Nash, Gale comforts her and confesses his feelings. He tells her he loves her sassy, prideful, vulgar, and hot headed self (along with her good, kind heart). He starts to go out on more missions with Nova and realizes the reciprocal feelings. He is eighteen years old. He is a Scorpio.

“Little Redfox daughter”. Her possible names are Mackenzie, Venetia, or Izusa. She is possibly short or "little". She is possibly younger or "little(r)" than her brother.

“MIRAXUS son”. His possible names are Kai, Raiden, or Kakumi. He is an S-Class mage. He looks scary, but is not.

Nova Dreyar. Her father treats her like his little princess. She is sassy and powerful. She can be intimidating (like her parents). She prides herself in maintaining Fairy Tail’s powerful reputation, but stresses out because of the public’s expectation of her being just as powerful as her parents. She trains herself extensively to the point of exhaustion, and her parents intervened to convince her that she did not have to live up to anyone’s expectations. Nova would taunt and tease Gale to pressure him into becoming more powerful to prove her wrong. She keeps a close eye on Nash and Rin (the more destructive members of Fairy Tail). She is closest to Asuka Connell, Reiki Fernandes, and Gale Redfox. She falls for Reiki and that becomes glaringly obvious. Nova and Reiki dated for a while before the relationship ended. She becomes vulnerable with Gale, who comforts and confesses his feelings for her, and reveals her frailty when it comes to the matters of her heart. The pair go out on more missions together and Nova realizes her true feelings for Gale. She vents her frustrations through witty sarcasm. She likes horoscopes and horse riding. Her hobbies include bartending and biking. Her guild mark is located on her right thigh. She uses Omnicounter Magic. She is eighteen years old. She is a Capricorn.

Akatsuki Eucliffe. He is Sabertooth’s log keeper and, possibly, has no magic power. His guild mark is located on his left shoulder. He is very intelligent. He likes bowties and ties. His hobbies include reading, writing, and photography. He believes Sylvia is a pretty girl, and he is shy and secretive about his feelings for her. He is eleven years old. He is a Virgo.

[meadow-selfship]

Hans Gruber x Minoes (s/i): Temperance

This is a prompt fill for Self-indulgent September, for the prompt 'Magic' :)). I wanted to pair it with the least magical f/o, so here it is for Hans <3. The tarot deck used is the Thoth deck by Aleister Crowley - but not that his version of the card Temperance is named Art. I kept it as Temperance to tie in with the theme of this fic.

Title: Temperance

Summary: Hans searches out the daughter of an old associate of his, and finds her reading tarot cards at a festival. Out of place as he may be at a spiritual festival, he has a good time getting to know her. She reads his cards before he reveals that the game they are playing is all his.

Warnings: gun. deception. kidnapping. sfw.

Wordcount: 2882

Divider by saradika

Incense smoke hung heavy in the air. Hans looked around at the many small booths at the festival grounds, observant as a predator on the hunt. Who would be his mouse? Soft flute music mixed with the chatter. He stuck out like a sore thumb between the colourful hippies and the casually dressed, but there were some other men like him around. Rich men with heavy golden watches around their wrists. Most of them accompanied younger women with crystal necklaces and a tattoo of their zodiac sign on their bicep. It was an interesting change of pace from the urban locations he usually scoped out.

The booths with jewellery alternated ones with posters of wolves and foxes, or essential oils, or hand sewn velvet drawstring bags for crystals; then a woman who gave belly dancing workshops; a man who advertised his mediumship and promised to get you in touch with your ancestors; another who did reiki massage and crystal healing. So on and so forth. Hans didn't care, but he did care about the exact paths of entry into the grounds, where he parked his car, what he will say once he’s found his prey.

He cringed as he felt a headache form from the conflicting incense smells, but reminded himself of his purpose here. His lip quirked up as he imagined the fruits of his schemes, all coming together. There, he saw the booth, just up ahead. It was a tent of sorts, not that it looked very sturdy, with draping fabrics in deep jewel tones like the wings of beetles. A sign outside read 'tarot readings', and a list of prices underneath. Two people stood outside it, talking softly but animatedly, holding hands tightly. Maybe they just came out, and now had a lot to process. It was too dark to see inside, past the beaded curtain that shimmered like rain droplets on a window.

He entered, the beaded curtain tinkling behind him. Letting his eyes adjust to the dark, first there were only more fabrics, more gleaming beads, crystals, fringed tablecloths... He almost scoffed at the garish decorations. Then he saw her. His mouse. A smile appeared on his face, and he stepped closer with an air of ease. The air of a panther.

She sat at a small table, with several different velvets draped over it. Sitting on a comfortable arm chair, she had her legs crossed in a relaxed posture. He has entered her space, her bubble. In contrast to all of the overly maximalist fabrics, patterns, beads, decorations, mirrors, crystals and colours - she dressed only in black. A waterfall of black wavy hair fell down over her shoulders, half of it pinned up behind her head, long enough that he couldn't tell where it ended, hidden by the table cloth. He didn't recognise much of her father in her, but then again; her father didn't wear kajal nor lipstick.

"Hello, miss..."

"Welcome," she said, and he got the sense that she waited for him to take it all in, waited until he noticed her, to greet him. That she sat there, observing him as he looked around. Despite his less than kind purpose in coming here, it unsettled him for a second. He had to remind himself that he likely wasn't the first sceptic she met.

"It's Minoes, or miss Van der Linden, as the sign says. Come, sit," she said, softly, gesturing to the chair opposite of her. He loved this part of the hunt; seeing her in her element, unsuspecting, so at ease with a man like him.

He sat down on the chair. It wobbled a little on the uneven grass, even though the ground was covered by a Persian tapestry. She smelled of patchouli, and it was refreshing to smell something else than incense. He took her in more closely. The details that her passport photo didn't reveal; soft hairs by her temples, the playful glisten in her eyes, how she was older than in the pictures he saw of her, yet she felt livelier, the roundness of her cheeks, that her double chin showed when she looked down at her deck of cards. The rings she wore, silver with garnet stones (cheap, but the colour suited her), and how they pulled his attention to her hands and the long nails that tapped against the cards’ surface.

"I like your suit," she said, checking him out unashamedly. 

"Thank you," he said, trying another smile. She reached for her cards with an ease of someone having done this so many times before. Perhaps it was the atmosphere, or the copious amounts of smoke, that got to his head, but the way she moved was magnetic. He was sucked in, just watching her move, her fingers dancing to straighten out the layers of tablecloth, then pick up the cards again.

"What brings you here?" she asked. Professional. To the point. She observed him closely as she shuffled the cards slowly, letting them fall from palm to palm.

"I'd like a reading," he said. "That is what you do, yes?"

She clacked her tongue at him, shaking her head softly, the sounds of cards being shuffled coming to a stop. "I doubt you actually want a reading. But that's alright, I can do one anyway, if you're curious, or want to pass the time. It makes no difference to me."

He stiffened. Did she know something? "A reading will be fine."

Minoes extended her hand over the table, palm up, then when he didn't respond, she raised her eyebrows at him, making a 'come here' motion. He gave her his hand, which she then planted, palm open, on the velvet cloth. In it, she put the tarot deck. "Try shuffling it."

They laid heavy and warm in his hand, awkwardly sharp at the corners. He frowned at her. "I thought that was your job."

"We know each other, don't we?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him, leaning her chin on her hand. "You feel familiar."

Hans chuckled, letting himself laugh to distract from his unease. "I feel familiar?"

She smiled back and shrugged. "Like one of my dad's old friends. Same accent too."

He quieted, debating on how far to carry his ruse. Was she truly this perceptive? Or did anyone with a German accent remind her of his old crew?

She waved him to give her the deck back and he did. "Men like you often give me less trouble when I've compared them to my father." And she grinned, eyes twinkling. 

Was that it? A mere tactic? For a second he was stunned. Perhaps there was more to here than he thought; a far more calculating personality underneath the velvet and the fringe. Truly Thomas’ daughter.

Yet, Hans couldn't resist. Lowly, he asked: "What kind of men did your father have as friends?"

She shrugged and shuffled the cards some more, dividing the deck into stacks, then shuffling again. "Business men, mostly. I'm sure you're a lot nicer than you appear, when you keep an open mind."

He almost laughed at the absurd irony of the situation, but held himself back from showing teeth just yet. The gun in his waistband pressed hard against his stomach. Patience, there was time, he bade himself. He'd enjoy it more if he practiced temperance. Done shuffling, she laid out three cards, facing down, on the tablecloth.

"No, that's not right," she mumbled to herself, and placed another two down, underneath the first three. He wondered if she believed in the cards, in their magic, or if it was just a job to her. A means to an end. "Are you a sceptic?"

The question was rather disarming, especially in the tone she used. So honest.

"I can't say I've ever had a reading before," he said. She nodded, and took another moment too long to look at him. Even outside thrill of the hunt, he was starting to enjoy himself. 

"You're very diplomatic, I like that," she mused, and turned over the first card. A man sitting atop a throne, clad in red , holding a sceptre, all in red and yellows, an array of symbols and animals around him. "This represents you." 

He frowned at her words. It looked nothing like him. Then she turned over the second one: a fountain with two fishes, streams of water flowing from a flower at the top of it, into two large cups. "That's your near future. A positive card, the Two of Cups. A card of infatuation. Now the question remains: who is the lucky one?"

The third of the first row: a figure on a surface of water, so still it perfectly mirrored the image above, yet her face was shrouded in ripples of mist. Lotus flowers floated on the water in perfect symmetry. It read: Queen of Cups.

"Ah, that's good. Fitting."

Hans leaned forward, trying to see what she saw. He wondered if she saw the delight of his sweet revenge. Or his deception. She looked up from the cards, long nail tapping at the first card. "The first one represents you. The second one is a situation that is taking shape in your near future. Let's start with there. It's possibly a new meeting, or a new connection that is growing between you and someone else. It could also depict a skill you're picking up that is bringing you a lot of joy. Something on the emotional plane, something you feel strongly about."

Hans didn't hide his grin. Something bringing him a lot of joy? He couldn't wait to see Thomas' face after he knew Hans had his precious daughter in his grasp.

"Continuing on to the Queen here, she represents the energy of the person you'll meet. An emotional, dreamy energy. If it represents a person, it's someone who fascinates you, who seems to bewitch you against all rationality. She touches parts of you deep within. Rest assured, as a partner, she's deeply loving. If it's a skill, it's something that lets you clear your mind and daydream during it, something that makes you wiser in the long run."

Minoes noticed him quirking an eyebrow at her words and held back a sigh. "It'll make sense later. In a month you'll remember this reading and think 'huh, perhaps Minoes was right after all'. When things are unfolding, it’s hard to find clarity, and if you’re not used to the cards and their way of speaking, that clarity will come later."

Unexpectedly touched by her conviction in her skills, Hans let out a soft laugh. Her annoyance withered away quick.

"Moving back to you; the Emperor. A strong card. A man of order, a man who strives for domination of the mind over nature, who wants clarity, who wants his structure to rule over all. Does that sounds like you?"

"What if it doesn't?" he asked, amused.

She raised her eyebrows at him. "If I take just one look at you; the suit and that Swiss watch on your wrist, I know enough."

He chuckled. "Fair enough. What else?"

Minoes reached over to turn over the remaining two cards. The first one depicted a strange double figure pouring different elements - fire and water - into a cup. The second one showed many swords on a blue background. It didn't look like a happy card at all.

"I love how this card, Temperance, marries the colours of the Emperor and the Two of Cups, do you see that?" she tapped the card with her long nail, pointing to the red bird that resembled the red in the Emperor card. "There is balance here, visually, which is very fitting to you."

She could be reading from a dictionary and he'd still listen to her, he thought. No longer with his hunt on his mind, he enjoyed this – she was charismatic in a disarming way, practiced and graceful, and he easily imagined anyone less sceptical than him hanging on to her every word. Even he felt himself drawn in by her, by the sparkle in her eyes, the slightest of smiles pulling at the corner of her mouth as she looked at the cards, explaining it all with such ease, the way she seemed to look right through him.

God, that a man as idiotic as Thomas could have a daughter this darling...

"In the dynamic that is presented here, a fault of yours would be to exert too tight a grip on what or who you love, which ends up lessening the joy you feel in the connection or skill you’re building. And you judge harshly. Not of others, necessarily - of yourself. A perfectionist. If you can’t go along with the flow of water that is in both the two of cups and the queen of cups, that feeling of adoration will wither quick."

"Noted."

She moved on to the blue card, the last one. "The other one... Well, this is not such a joyful card. It represents bad compromises, or someone close to you being dishonest. Innocence is used against one's self and taken advantage of. The colour scheme aligns all too well with the Queen, so unfortunately, it doesn't look as pleasant for that side of the equation. If this applies to the Queen as a person, she has lost her usual calm and no longer sees clearly."

Oh, she saw his deception after all. He delighted in having exercised patience and let her do her thing.

"To tie this together, your side of this reading is very balanced, exactly as you’d prefer." As she was still bent over the cards, Hans unbuttoned his suit jacket and reached inside. "The cards are in your favour, sir." Minoes smiled at him, glad to give him good news, whether he believed her or not.

The moment the gun landed on the table, pointing away from her still, her smile faltered – and his grew. Calmness washed over him. This was his game now.

"Liebling, let's do it the easy way. You're coming with me."

"So I was right," she said, face blank, eyeing the gun, her posture stiff. She sat up straight to face him, holding herself steady with her hands gripping her thighs. "Which one of them are you? Tony? He was always a bit out of control. Or Fritz, or Heinrich?"

"Hans."

She nodded once. "Hans."

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He couldn't hold back his giddiness. Revenge, sweeter than honey, kissed his lips, and he was famished for it. He extended his free hand. "Come, up. Let us keep it civil."

"So this is all because of my dad? The whole ruse? Why even let me finish the reading, then?"

"We have time to chat later, Mausi, now get up."

Minoes flinched at his menacing tone, but still didn't budge. "Where to?"

He gave her an annoyed look, one that made her heart tighten with fear. There was a gun on the table and he didn't look angry, but annoyed. Her lack of cooperation was only a minor nuisance to him. She knew what these men were capable of, that's why her dad got out in the only way he thought possible; one that now bit her in the ass. The unfairness of it was bitter in her mouth.

Hans... He used to be reasonable. A strategist. Not that he didn't get his hands dirty when he had to, but this is better than if it were Tony. Yes, she decided, and briskly stood up. He followed her, gun in hand, but before he could grab her arm, she tidied up her cards and grabbed the pouch from the side and tucked them inside.

He gave an exasperated look. "You're bringing those?"

His hand was tight on her upper arm, guiding her towards the beaded curtain. Even to outsiders this wouldn't look civil, he'd have to keep her in check, once outside the tent.

"Being kidnapped seems like a rather dull affair," she bit. "Now will you put the gun away, you’ve made your point – there’s no need for it."

The corner of his mouth quirked upwards; a bit of her father's feistiness in her after all. "Are you sure you can behave?" And tucked it back in his waistband. The moment he did, was the moment she tried it: elbowing him in the ribs and going for his gun. Instead, she found herself slammed, face first, down on the small table, an arm twisted painfully behind her back.

He clacked his tongue. "I hoped your father raised you better than that." The displeased curl of his voice was too hot by her ear, and it tingled in all the wrong ways.

She bit her tongue not to let out any immature curses, and he let her up. He pulled her to him by her hair, angling her face up to his. "Going to be good now?"

Swallowing thickly, she nodded. He enjoyed the thoughts flashing across her face, the fear, the uncertainty, finally; how she gave in. Allowing himself to let the moment linger for a little longer, savouring it, before letting go.

He directed her out of the venue with a tightly guiding hand and a pleased smile. Had he ever had a revenge sweeter than this?

[neptunes-sol-angel]

STATUS: CLOSED

So it's been awhile now since I've returned from my hiatus this year, and as I've kind of recovered from burn-out, I'm still not in the mood or spirit to do paid readings again.

This is a game that I had set for my patreon members, but unfortunately, I wasn't able to deliver it to them in a timely fashion, hence why I officially decided to just shut everything down.

The Directions

Send me an ask that includes

- A chakra that you want to work on, if you are not completely sure, then describe to me a color that you feel drawn to.

- An exchange: (pick one)

a.) Tell me what's your favorite pick a card by me and why

b.) I'm thinking of getting a tattoo this year, intuitively tell me if I should get it with color or not

What You'll Get

A reiki-infused playlist, made with shufflemancy, to help heal that specific chakra, as well as deliver some messages that are personal to you.

I'm still busy with other things inmy personal life, so I will be doing these on my spare timing. I feel like I've indulged too much in prioritizing content creating and services at the top of my life, and it has made me lose my passion in this a lot. I will also be doing pick a card readings in between, I have a lot of topics that I'm excited to do, but my motivation dies when trying to do stuff in order rather than what I feel passionate about at the current moment.

[jacobnordby]

'Spiritual’ Red Flags to watch out for (AND THEIR MEANINGS):

1: To 'hold space' for someone = To sit and stare at someone with emotional issues for an uncomfortable amount of time, then pat yourself on the back for basically doing nothing while your homie has a breakdown.

2: I'm in transition = I'm unemployed and totally fucking lost, so I have created an identity out of being an opportunist. Maybe you have some trim work for me or food? Or a trade? I do crystal readings!

3: I'm processing a lot of downloads from the Universe = I smoked too much DMT and can’t afford therapy. By pretending that my fragile brain is a sacred record keeper, I receive validation for speaking gibberish.

4: I'm a lightworker/empath = I am depressed and unstable and take zero responsibility for my own self-destructive tendencies, and need to focus on condescending your dark shit to avoid my own. (PS: I'll diagnose you as a narcissist)

5: I am a Reiki Master= I crave human contact, And this makes me feel less insecure than Tinder. I can cross personal physical boundaries with ease if I so choose, depending on what my client looks like, or I can think about random things while getting paid handsomely to hold my hands awkwardly over someone’s body.

6: You have an amazing Aura = I would love to bang you.

7: I am writing a travel blog = I don't want to go home, I no longer fit in: I never have. I don't know where I will end up, but I’d like to get paid to figure it out.

8: I'm not looking for a relationship/ only deep soul connections = I have commitment issues and fear of intimacy so I collect partners with compatible insecurities. I understand you will head off to Thailand soon anyways. “Bread-crumbing my love keeps me safe” is my mantra, while I dip my dick like a candlestick in every Shanti ratchet priestess in town.

9: 'Inner Goddess Within' workshops = An understanding of daddy Issues and a way to overdevelop the masculine side to protect the little girl within. Helping participants to surrender to the bias that all men are shit ( all of this for a nominal fee). The level 2 masterclass will teach you how to galactivate your man’s scrotum chakra enough to make him forget that you pay for bullshit workshops with his harvest money.

10: A guru = Someone who has overstepped the threshold of self-development into supreme egotism and found a niche market. Carries a flute and has a name you can't pronounce (though his driver's license says Steve) and chants words he doesn’t understand. But interesting tattoos...right?

11. A shaman = see above.

12: Worshipping the Beloved = Classic scenario where a cluster B personality type convinces you at a festival that you are their twin flame, lost for centuries in the ether. If you have never been loved by your primary caregivers, this is paradise on earth as your fear of abandonment gets spanked with a mala on the magical, mystery tour of self-deception.

13: In the flow = I never commit to anything, especially plans to do anything with anyone, so that I can completely flake out and not take any responsibility for it; ie I didn’t pay my phone bill this month.

14: Co-creating a retreat/gathering = my borderline personality friends and I have exhausted all other means of making an honest income, and have decided instead to use our social media clout (aka naked buttcheeks) to radically overcharge a too-large group of saps for 2-14 days of mediocre vegan food, awkward group encounters, and real-world-style sexual politics.

15; Substance Free Event = Powder drugs are fine but if you bring alcohol, we’ll judge the shit out of you. Tobacco’s cool if you snort it and call it "ceremony" or roll your own.

16: Speaking My Truth = I reserve the right to be an asshole in this conversation and you must honour it, regardless of how deep my delusion may be. I’ll probably use this phrase every time I don’t want to be called out for my phone bullshit, because it’s all perspective man...

(Author Unknown)

[sereia1313]

Herroooo! My very first fic ask incoming….!

Sesskag, yoga instructor/s, bright pink

<3 Thank you!

@mmmecca my love! You have asked and I hope have delivered! Stay tuned for the steamy sequel, mmmkay?

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SessKag, Yoga Instructor, Bright Pink

Kagome busied herself with stretching while the rest of the members filtered into the room. So she was a solid ten minutes early? It didn't mean anything.

Nothing at all.

It wasn't like she'd signed up for this class specifically because of who was teaching it. Biting her lips, she tried not to stare at the doorway, wondering when he would appear. She could feel his youki within the building but had managed not to seek it out with her reiki.

This time.

Coming across Sesshoumaru in the modern era had been a surprise, but a yoga instructor was not at the top of the list of careers she'd ever consider him partaking in. Somehow she still envisioned him clad in armour or brandishing a sword.

She almost hadn't recognized him in the bright pink yoga shirt and matching nail polish.

It had taken him a moment to place her—apparently, Inuyasha had never gone into details about the well—but overall, he'd been happy to see her. If 'happy' was an emotion the former lord of the west felt.

He'd encouraged her to come to the next class at least.

It had been several months since then, and Kagome had gone to all his classes. She'd never been a fan of yoga before, but the way he taught left her breathless, and not just from the way his clothes stretched across his chest.

He'd also somehow convinced the rest of the members that the stripes were tattoos, never bothering to cover them up, and Kagome couldn't help but wonder if his wrists and ankles weren't the only places sporting slashes of magenta.

Even with how flexible he was, the fabric of his clothes never revealed anything more than what he allowed, leaving Kagome's mind running wild with possibilities.

A hush fell over the room as he entered, Kagome's hand raising in a silent greeting as their eyes met. A smirk touched his lips before he addressed the class, turning on his usual playlist as he got into the first position. She followed along, eyes glued to his form as she copied the movements.

His voice was cathartic, though illegal was a more appropriate word, leaving her short of breath for all the wrong reasons. As they got a more complicated pose, Sesshoumaru started walking around the room, adjusting some of the other members before he got to her.

"You have improved," he said softly, claws skimming the underside of her legs. Kagome's stomach clenched as she tried to remain stable, skin tingling from his touch.

"You're a good teacher," she said, shifting into the next pose. His claws dragged once again as he bent over her, lips brushing the back of her ear. She jerked and would've fallen over if he hadn't caught her, easing her back into position.

"You would benefit from a more advanced class," he mused, breath wafting along the back of her neck.

"But you don't teach those ones," she blurted, face turning as pink as his shirt.

He paused for a moment, and she looked up, that smirk on his face again. "Perhaps a private lesson, then?"

Heart hammering in her chest, she nodded, wondering if she was imagining the intrigue in his eyes. He tapped the back of her leg, motioning for her to straighten it, then returned to the front of the room.

Kagome couldn't decide if the fine sheen of sweat on her body was from the yoga or anticipation of what was to come.

[ilthit]

Ideal types of parties:

Star Trek TOS watch party

boardgame night

amusement park day for grownups only (no alcohol, no Disneyland crush)

cinema followed by McDonald's or a bar so you can sit and talk about the movie but also you dressed up (because it's a party)

invite that friend who is into meditation/witchcraft/reiki whatever over, everybody's getting a spiritual cleanse (or hire a professional)

find a hairdresser that's not a coward, everybody's getting unprofessional hair and then maybe tattoos depending on budget

crafting circle

Terrible types of parties:

anywhere where there is a lot of noise and crowds and flashing lights

[azure-cherie]

Hello! I hope I'm not late! I'm here to participate in the astrology game you've launched, and I trust I've adhered to all the guidelines. Thanks a lot and I wish you a fantastic day! :)

Hiii , you were on time ;)

Welcome wish you a fantastic day toooo 💟

You really are an optimistic person , herbal witch craft will be suitable for you

You can worship apollo , oshun , they will keep you healthy and disease free , will aid you in being more productive

You will also be good at reiki , your hands are really powerful , if you like tattoos , consider getting one for your hands

You would be good at manifesting money , try it

[moraxsthrone]

◇ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ◇

name ◇ kel

age ◇ 30+

location ◇ us

day job ◇ data analyst

pronouns ◇ she/her

mbti ◇ infj

enneagram ◇ 5w4 sp/sx

astrology big 3 ◇ cancer sun · gemini moon · pisces rising

self-ship ◇ honestly a toss-up between zhongli/morax and kaeya alberich (don't make me choose, i cry)

genshin impact kins ◇ sucrose · nahida · kamisato ayaka

anime kins ◇ itachi uchiha (naruto) · koushi sugawara · keiji akaashi · kenma kozume · tadashi yamaguchi (haikyuu!!)

girl crushes ◇ kuki shinobu · lady ningguang

random fun facts ◇ milf · reiki II certified · vegetarian · astrology/mbti/enneagram nerd · tattoos/piercings · specialist in overthinking · plant mom · drives a golf gti · what else do you wanna know?

[the-milk-anon]

🎱, 🔮, and ✨ for the ask game!!!

hehe great choices 😏 (also hii tay :D it's nice seeing you in my inbox)

🎱  do you have any/want any tattoos?

i actually have 5 already and nr 6 is decided on but no appointment yet 😅 most of them are space themed and it's just simple black line art stuff bc i love the minimalist design i don't rly have pics of them (and idk if anyone wants to see them anyway lol) so here's a list of the ones i have atm:

the constellation of my sun sign (pisces) - on the inside of my right ankle

tiny deathly hallows that's split up into the three individual parts - inside of my left wrist

a moon behind my left ear (my sister is gonna get a sun to match mine)

the moon phases - above the inside of my right elbow

the solar system - on my back (from the base of my neck to like halfway down my spine)

the next one will be a demon like creature on the left side of my torso/stomach - it's gonna be my biggest one yet :D

🔮  do you have any paranormal experiences?

yes xD my mom is quite spiritual - she got some training + certificates for reiki, quantum healing and animal communication i grew up with things like these so i do believe in them to some extent depending on if i have any valid proof that they work the animal communication part is legit - my mom usually gets requests by people looking for their cats or if they have issues with their pets being aggressive or if they got injured and no one knows why

she gets some basic info from her customers like the animal's name, age and what the problem is but that's it she usually ends up with a detailed report on the whole thing (takes about an hour to sometimes three) and the people are shocked when she knows the nicknames people call their pets bc they didn't tell her about it or if she can describe what their apartment looks like or if she knows about family members they never mentioned so ye i believe in that for sure

i have a few experiences myself as well but the one that sticks out the most is when i heard the thoughts of one of my friends (not sure if it was actually that since i don't think it's possible) basically we went on a school trip and we were sharing a room she was in the bathroom blow-drying her hair and i was sitting on the bed with my headset on listening to music and then i thought i heard her ask me when we're gonna get dinner so i answer her and she leaves the bathroom to look at me like she's seen a ghost bc she didn't say that out loud 😅 still no idea what happened but i'd classify it as paranormal

✨  do you believe in magic?

this is quite similar to the previous question but i'll focus more on the wicca/witchcraft/practitioner side here

i find these things incredibly interesting and just the thought of deities etc actually existing and being able to communicate and work with them amazes me i rly love tarot cards as well and even have a rly pretty set myself but i don't rly do anything with it xD but all in all i do believe in it to a certain extent (again) - it absolutely depends on if i have proof of smt being legit i'd say i'm very open-minded towards the whole thing but don't have much personal experience with it

ok this was very long 😅 i hope i managed to answer everything in a way that makes sense lol

ty again for sending these 💕 i hope you have a lovely day :3

- 🥛

[tattoo-artist-in-bangalore]

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[wabisabireiki]

The scorpion and the moon

Dearest, I signed up for a Friday the 13th (9/13/24-flash sale tattoo with my regular artist). Felt around on their flash for what sang to me and there was a little scorpion holding a crescent moon and star. My mom is a Scorpio and I've been trying in my own ways to smooth over the challenging aspects of our relating that has gotten courser over the years through my healing process ( and no doubt her unspoken gilt and shame). He, my artist booked me out a few days after the 13th and it fell on the day before the full moon. The timing was perfect though not on the 13th. I was his last appointment for the day and we spent my session catching up and talking about Preacher ( the show), mutual acquaintances, life, movies etc.

About a week before that I had listened to the diary of a ceo podcast with Andrew Huberman, and in it Andrew talked about how much relationships were such a big part of his life. In the talk he says he texts certain people ( not family) every morning. And that those morning texts between he and his friends are such important aspects of his life. IMO: Connection is becoming harder to navigate in this modern world because it is full of false alarm distractions/ exploitations. I have since started to text my mom every morning. Just a "Have a good day, or hi, hello", etc. I noticed she always responds in a way that I sense makes her feel cared for. I'd been sharing with her a lot about my Jung animus studies when I see her, which has also been with more consistency as of late.

A few years ago when my mom went on a short stint of leaving her Christianity to discover new age spirituality, she got her reiki certification and had begun to search outside of a religion. One time we went to a metaphysical shop and we both got tarot readings from a gifted psychic. When it came time to get my reading the psychic asked my mom to give us some privacy. She then relayed to me in a question, that there was something in the relationship with my mother that had greatly affected me and was more or less containing/ holding me back? I had never considered this before. I was blindsided and confused. Over the next couple of years I would delve deep into my unconscious ( Scorpio territory) and I would see, especially recently that I inherited so much from my mother's unconscious ( NO DIVING, as the sign says). As I continue to excavate the depths, what I see specifically now in this timing is how much my thoughts, feelings, sensations, and emotions were just copied and pasted over to my blueprint. Once you see it, you SEE IT.

This full moon eclipse for me is the culmination of all I have seen and felt that is not mine. There is a lot to leave behind ( not in abandonment) but in recognition that it is not mine. It is not me and I don't need to do something with it ( like remove it, fight it, condemn it). I find it hysterical that I took this pic to show someone my tattoo and it had the 'no diving 'sign in the background bc I was reading by the pool. It brings me back to so many childhood memories of growing up in El Paso near the mountains and all the run- ins I'd had with scorpions. 🦂 Never did get stung, but specifically one memory we went swimming at a family friend's and there was an alive scorpion just chilling at the bottom of the pool! They are always diving!

The great reckoning is going "OH! This beautiful substance ( in my metaphor a scorpion) that is within the scorpionic symbol- is indeed poison in one state and especially when it is retaliatory. It's other function(s) is/are heavy ( dangerous, of great pressure) exploration, adaptability, deep knowing, courage, power, resiliency and of course transformation."

A medicine. A magical alchemical process.

I find when my mom and I get together I am telling her a lot about the animus lately ( very virgo/ pisces axis) I see her intrigued and guarded.

This little tattoo is literally a symbol that I hold the rights to my self empowerment, which I am ironically just realizing that is what most of my tattoo's symbolize. It's still pleasing to me to think, "remember that one time I had no idea I was letting all of these attachments run my unconscious beliefs?!".

And how just this year an intentional mastery of said thoughts, feeling sensations, and emotions would be my focus.

CHEERS to all the scorpions out there, you continue to be one of my most beloved teachers and guides. And my South node in ♏️ 🥂