#a soft murmur

[thesecondspell]

21 February 2025 ~ Twiga

This is Twiga. She's a little shy, but she's very kind and caring. I don't really remember when I got her. She's always just been here. We chose World Giraffe Day (21 June) as her birthday.

We like listening to the rain as we fall asleep. Since we can't rely on the rain here in Western Australia, we have an app called A Soft Murmur where you can mix your own storm intensities. We love the singing bowls too. This app helps ease my attention away from my constant tinnitus. Now we can't fall asleep without it. We recommend it to everyone who might need it.

[mandiemegatron]

ʟᴀᴡ x ɢ/ɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ꜱᴏꜰᴛ, ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ. ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ʙʟᴜʀʙ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀɴꜱ 🥺

ᴍᴅɴɪ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴀʙᴇʟᴇᴅ 18+, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ.

"You're freezing."

The words meet your ears before two warm palms even touch your chilled arms. Leaning back into a lean, tattooed chest, your eyes slip shut as a soft, content sigh leaves your lips.

"It doesn't feel that cold," you murmur with a slight grin, letting your eyes open to glance up at the not-so-disappointed look on Law's face. You tilt your head a little more, letting the bridge and tip of your nose brush against his goatee before you ask, "What time is it?"

Law hums softly, moving his chin after your gentle nuzzle to press a warm kiss to your just as chilled forehead. "Late," he replies, moving his hands from your arms to wrap his own around your now slightly shivering form. "...Come to bed?" He asks after a moment, looking down at you with a hopeful look in his eyes.

You tease back, "only if you're actually going to be in bed with me," as you let your eyes shut again, the tips of your fingers brushing over the tattoos on his forearms, tracing his skin with little I love you's. He squeezes you gently with a low chuckle before nuzzling his nose into the side of your face.

"Of course I will. Just you and me tonight."

Your eyes open as you turn in his arms, your own wrapping around his waist as your cheek meets his chest just over his heart. "Promise?" You ask softly. He hums again, a small, loving smile washing over his lips as he presses a handful of quick kisses to the top of your head.

"I promise."

[mrsoharaa]

Thinking about escaping to a nice fancy resort that the boys privately reserve just for us to go bathe freely (naked lol) in the beautiful vast, extravagant onsen that brims with gorgeous blossomed flowers and a serene atmosphere ♡

[binah-beloved]

sometimes you fall asleep on the couch.

it's only natural after a long day. it's closer than the dorms, tucked away in a corner only a few people visit. the perfect quiet place to sit. the sit turns into a lean. the lean turns into a doze. you don't mean to do it, really. it just happens. no one comes back around here, so you're safe to sleep for the most part. it's inconsistent, and sudden, and even you don't know when the drowsiness will creep up and cover your eyes with its soft claws. blink. curtains closed. lights out. goodnight.

always there is a blanket over you upon waking.

and a cup of tea on the table. a hand on your back, gently rubbing up and down. Binah glances down at you, massaging the tense muscles around your shoulders and spine with a hum. she wordlessly helps you sit up to lean against her rather than the couch arm. it's better. she's always better. her hands carefully tuck the blanket tighter around you as she hands you the teacup, cradling your fingers in hers so you don't drop anything. your Patron Librarian tilts her head with a slight, fond smile when you drink- the tea is perfect, as usual. she caresses your cheek gently, more gentle than any Arbiter has ever been, and bids you good morning in the night.

[her-penetrating-soul]

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🤍 ‿⚘Passing throughout life, I find myself inhaling the sweet aromas. It takes me to a place of reminiscing of long ago. A scent of tenderness. It always lures me to the moment I hold you in my arms. I kissed your forehead. I wrapped myself into you. A palace of everlasting bliss. Our eyes waltzed to their own hymns. Our hands grasped one another. Our fingers entwined tightly. I still remember your eyes glaring at me with a smile. Reminiscing always whenever I inhale those aromas of you. Taking me to a place of europhic. For I once tasted the heaven gleam when I tasted your lips against mine. I have sinned in your embrace, penetrating you into my velvety silky skin. Engraving you more & more into my flesh. I shall be eternally yours forevermore. For theor shall never other before me. I am bound to you. Why do I miss you this much? Your voice is my light & my darkness is combined into one bedding. It's you that has consumed all of me into you. Why do I love you this much? It's because I found myself in you. I realized that with you, I'm not afraid of being my true self. I am not afraid anymore. I crave a love that is pure yet. At the same time, it is impure. Filling my every desire at the same time. Taking ne to escasty. It is you that has me yearning for more each time. It's your soft caress, your ravages, the way ypur fingertips sway upon the contour of my naked body. It's the way you paint your lips upon mine. It's the way you speak to me that leaves me tingling all over. It is simply you. I can try to run. Yet I'll always flutter back to your loving arms. Bound to you like a lost soul until I am in the arms of my beloved. For only then does life make sense. You've molded me to no one but you. I have so much of you. That I can't function or think. You've crowded my every thought. I love losing myself in the thoughts of you & I. Every time I think about you, it's as I am reliving those moments with you. Reliving the notion of time. Frozen in those moments of never wanting you to leave my side. Nestled upon your chest where I call my home sweet home. I long to remain there forever. Nestled underneath your neck with my hands wrapped around you. Feeling your heartbeats upon my face. For it's a melody, I long to listen for the rest of my life. It's you, my love. If only you knew how much I love you. You'd understand how much you mean to me. I'll always love you now and until I take my last breath. ⚘⁀🤍

Written: March 5th, 2024

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[murmurmurl]

I got to hug a chicken once in my life and now I miss the feeling of a feathery beast in my arms near daily.

[jbm04]

I'm here to tell you that @notaficwriter 's story

beat your swords into ploughshares (and your spears into pruning hooks)

makes me feel proud of Harrowhark and her lil farm.

Great story.

[mirassekai]

🖊️.☆ Studyblr intro:

I’m Mira, a 24-year-old first-year Gastronomy and Culinary Science student at a local university. In my free time I study Japanese with the end goals of moving there permanently.

My long-term dream is writing my own cookbook and opening a cafeteria somewhere peaceful and quiet in Japan, far away from all the clutter and noise.

🖊️.☆ study methods:

I study using Pomodoro and active recall, mostly alone but sometimes with a group for a change of pace. My study aesthetic is minimalist and practical—clean notes, efficient methods, and no clutter. I’ll be posting daily study logs, trials of different techniques, and general musings about academic and student life under the following tag

#🖊️.☆Ink & Ivy

🖊️.☆ Some quick facts about me:

🖊️.☆ Go-to study drink: Green tea latte

🖊️.☆ Favorite snack: Dark chocolate (the darker, the better)

🖊️.☆ Random skill: I can hold debates on anything with minimal prep

🖊️.☆ Favorite books: Sherlock Holmes, but the modern adaptations suck

🖊️.☆ Favorite show: Supernatural—always has been, always will be. Im a Castiel girl for life.

🖊️.☆ Favorite movie(s): Rocky Balboa, all six of them

🖊️.☆ Favorite music album: These Days – Bon Jovi

🖊️.☆ Favorite seasons: Spring & autumn—both are about change and growth

🖊️.☆ Favorite quote:

"Until you start believing in yourself, you ain't gonna have a life." - Rocky Balboa (Rocky Balboa)

I look forward to meeting you all and befriending you, dms and asks are open for anyone and everyone!

[flionp]

I NEED to get better at. everything, actually

[daybreakrising]

vautrin will always naturally fall back on the more 'old fashioned' pet names for those he loves. be prepared to be called darling, dear/dearest, beloved, my love, etc (darling is most common). friends or others he considers very close may also be treated to some of these, depending on their particular relationship to him

i will hold onto old-fashioned vautrin in 'modern' times and i will not let go for anything-

[chussyracing]

The tyres are 2 new compounds for 2025. Not sure where exactly they’ll fall on the hard-soft scale though.

You are a gem!! Thank you for the additional info, anon 🩷

[sungsilver]

today , tomorrow , one year hence , a hundred years from now . what does it matter to you ? yet we are mortal . @putrid-tongue

FAR  BE  IT  FROM  SHE  TO  SIMPLY  FORGET.  were  it  so  easy,  she  would  not  carry  melancholy  like  a  shroud  of  moonlight  dancing  about  her  features.  the  valar  had  to  counter  such  gifts  of  song  with  that  of  crushing  heart,  to  feel  so  deeply  for  every  soul  in  this  world  and  beyond  the  veil.  enemy  or  not,  she  does  not  wish  torment  upon  even  the  most  wicked  souls.  indifference  is  not  housed  in  her  immortal  bones.  ❛ i  shall  remember  every  mortal  i  have  encountered  and  found  a  kindred  connection  for  longer  than  they  have  lived.  ❜  no  bite,  no  sting  but  the  silver  maiden  straightens  her  spine  with  a  regal  tension.  ❛ you  doubt  me,  mordú  ?❜  hurt  flickers  as  fading  starlight.

her  step  so  light  it  offers  no  sound  but  the  breeze  of  silk  and  for  all  her  elven  graces,  she  is  still  small  beneath  his  casting  height.  the  glow  of  ichor  within  her  eyes  bore  into  his  with  a  gentle  plea  to  be  heard...to  be  understood.  celebrían's  touch  is  feather-light,  his  hand  balanced  between  two.  ❛ i  do  not  wish  for  the  death  of  any  and  i  wish  for  the  suffering  even  less.  ❜  patterns  traced  and  embroidered  upon  his  skin  with  her  fingertip.  she  draws  his  hand  to  her  lips,  INDULGENT  REVERENCE  ADORNED  WITH  A  KISS.

❛ would  you  believe  the  contents  of  my  heart  if  it  were  opened  up  with  your  knife  instead?  ❜  and  she  guides  his  palm  to  where  it  beats  in  the  cage  of  her  chest.

[purcaholic]

In a low poly haven where soft pastels dream, Crystal lakes reflect emerald peaks in the gleam, Gentle hills roll like murmurs of song, Fantasy whispers in tranquil air, where quiet belongs.

[kaerinio]

now i'm sitting here also thinking about the fact that the dragons are just SO DIFFERENT?? they have different personalities, different needs, aaaaand different preferences for being soothed. i'll write a thing about this later.

[lion-sensei]

😔

[abyssalpriest]

I think.... I really needed to make peace with that game and reconnect with him and remember him as first and foremost being the Day Sky to me like at the same time... I guess it's a No Shit Dei situation, Leviathan is a damn world-widely worshiped spirit he knows what he's doing he is ancient but like

I can't.... Explain in words how much of myself and my will to do spirit work and my stability and trust in myself was lost when I broke up w my ex, figuring out the little cult he had started surrounding this game I won't mention by name was...... A fucking cult and a section of a larger organised cult that he purposely kept me isolated from for Cult Reasons ie he purposely isolated members of his religious followings from each other in order to stop them piecing shit together and like.... Look. It was a cult.

I... Was so ready, when I worked with that game as a basis for my spirituality, to be insane. To be mad, to be on the border of humanity and the spiritual, to say weird shit. My power is partially in the sky and partially in madness and partially in the eldritch (one day I'll find a name for this since I don't like lovecraft and fiction-based connotations for myself, because surprise surprise due to aforementioned cult reasons that's a bit of a sensitive thing), that's me, the intersection of the day and the madness of communion with knowledge and God and the deep and dark tendril-based watery depths.... and I associated the eldritch with my abusive cult leader ex and the madness of the time was all me spouting his cult ideas and things that explicitly were made up to a larger audience, and the sky..... I felt like I was a piece of shit and I was so disconnected from so much of myself that I couldn't be a part of the sky. Today marks a change

I'm allowed to be batshit insane and still know what I am talking about. I'm allowed to be eldritch and not inherently be a danger to people. I am (a part of) the overarching Day Sky which always takes up huge swathes of space and has a presence and is liminal and transcendental and undefined - and also is neutral and doesn't rule over incarnated Earth nor is it more important than Earth, the sky and the earth are eternal equal lovers with different skills and strengths and techniques but remain in love. The sky is allowed to exist in neutrality. I'm so sick of existing in discourse online where one team has to be righteous and therefore deserves power over the wicked and the other side is wicked and therefore must be punished... I'm sick of microanalysing every little thing I do because it gets completely in the way of what spirit work is. For fucks sake man I'm able to sit here discussing views on human sacrifice with gods where we're allowed to have very different views without judgement, I'm allowed to say woah but it's a human life and they're allowed to say yes but you eat animals, can't we eat you? And no one witch hunts anyone, we can debate.... And we talk (unrelatedly) how I want to consume because I am a living being and a growing spirit that hungers, and does that mean I'm ready to be consumed? When the hunt turns on me will I be ready to be eaten alive? having intellectual conversations on these topics with ancient nature spirits.... Enlightening. Mind-blowing. Completely new ways of seeing the world and then completely new ways of seeing what I'm seeing... Meanwhile back on this plane if I say the wrong word that I didn't know was bad I'm expected to lie down and take it when I'm hunted for sports, not because we admit we're all animals who want to enforce order but because Im a disgusting beast....

I can finally admit I am gentle by force of will because I do not wish to harm people, I do everything I can to stick to my morals and be gentle, I am simply existing, doing my job, spreading information which is by itself neutral - not even teaching, just leaving my records of my Tantric evolving journey into awakening to my true self for others to see as a curiosity.... I'm tired of That Game I Mentioned (or the version of it my ex taught me) and the cult I was in surrounding said game colouring my vision and I am tired of not embodying the part of nature I have been since before discourse was a thing because; despite the fact I know I cry if I offend people let alone actively hurt them, I am listening eternally for every other humans opinions on what I am doing before I do anything. But I do not work for humans. Why have I been so upset day in day out about every little wrong thing I do, every off phrasing of sentences, tearing apart everything I am and do and hating it because it's all marred with hurtful clumsy problematic takes and uneducated opinions and dangerous ideas? Why am I paranoid about hurting people to the point of wringing dry all my experiences of all their character and nuance? I do not work for humans.

I am allowed to make mistakes and mess up and I will correct myself. I need to trust that. I need to trust that most people will just tell me if I do something that's a social faux pas and just talk it out with me... And as my Lord said, I need to acknowledge that I work for him, a spirit to whom humans have been sacrificed and many have lost their lives - but also because of whom we are here today and who watches over us and loves us actively and constructively and teaches us things that progress our civilisation forward. I work for something that is beyond what our human minds can wrap around and confine into human morality and discourse... And I work for him as in I don't just bow to him but channel him, he possesses me, I am one of his vessels, my eyes are his eyes whenever he wants them. He comes round to eat my food, to read my messages to friends, to give opinions, to rearrange my furniture, there is increasingly less and less divide between us....... Which means I have to be ready to transcend past human imposed barriers on thought and progress. And that means I, a part of the Day Sky, need to trust my Lord, and I have learned.... That I can. And I want to. I'm ready to trust again. Accidentally just highlighted the text from need to trust my Lord to the end of the last sentence and it was highlighted in day sky blue lmfao. Thank you. I will.