#divinare

[damanascosta]

Consulto con il pendolino, 4 domande. 🕯✨️

[lowsodiumlevels]

buncha reaper oc doodles I did a few days ago :3

[krohft]

don't touch my stuff , psycho .

Not one to acknowledge commands or raised voices, Lara slowly, deliberately, turned the vase over in her hand. There was some breakage at the lip, some minor fading of the design, but the item was certainly Minoan in origin. True Minoan –– not a museum copy sold to tourists.

“Didn’t take you for the artifact dealing kind,” Lara mused, entirely nonplussed. Nothing she could really fault him for, given her own history, but she couldn’t deny her surprise. “Are you collecting or selling?”

The point of the question was to delay; she didn’t actually care about his answer as much as she cared about wasting time. Temperatures had dropped below freezing again, and though she historically didn’t mind toughing it, Lara much preferred being outside in a non-soaked coat. Hers, by the look of it, was still dripping wet. “An unbroken stirrup jar like this would probably fetch a nice sum.”

[sammyemerson]

what was he telling benny?   their train of thought is dead and buried,   lost forever,   though the list had gone:   vampires in santa carla,   the boardwalk,   and their new batman comics.   no one could blame him!   he’s done his monthly feed and has enough energy to bounce off the walls.   he blinks,   quiet,   ❛   wait,   benny.   ❜   despite the raw energy living in their vessel,   they sit deadly still,   staring up at the witch   —   who’s acting like nothing happened,   like they didn’t just turn their world upside down.   ❛   benny...   ❜   sam tries agan,   attempts to be firm,   but words roll off his tongue as a whine.

blue eyes are bright and pleading,   sam barely managing to resist the urge to reach out and pull them close by the hand.   ❛   wait   —   you kissed me.   ❜   look at them trying to carry their conversation!   ❛   but yeah,   we should definitely go to the boardwalk.   i think i was saying that it helps me focus.   ❜   which he’s wholly unable to do post being kissed,   however,   he’s trying his best!   ❛   what was i saying?   ❜

ཐ   starter   ཋ   @divinares.

[seaduce]

            selkie is beyond used to the stares she encounters, mother’s voice hot & hushed into her ear as she rambled “blessing and a curse, sea and sand,” that vice grip turning her shoulder as the unspoken command to smile and show off the pearly whites echoing in her head—- selkie had long forgotten that instinct, buried under photographer after photographer’s insist to pout, to contort her body just so and the urge to snarl, to show off the other pearly whites mother had blessed her with—- it’s a near thing, but soon swallowed by the a digit pushing unnecessary shades ( cloudy skies pouring since the moment she woke up ) to scan for the seeking eyes, pools of murky waves flickering over @divinares before settling on the ( practically mouth-watering ) cup of coffee ❛ —-tell me where you got it, and I’m listening. ❜

            selkie’s used to questions— questions upon questions of who she’s wearing ( if only they knew... ), what’s been her favourite season blah blah blah, but nothing so openly as this; don’t get her wrong, mother raised her to be admired, and selkie loves nothing that letting the words ( about herself ) fall off her tongue like water off a duck’s back, the constant scribble of pen on paper as amusing as the racing words that preface them—- she’s not been around someone, something ( even she can sense and smell the pepper hot magic that throbs through their veins the way it throbs through hers ) so equally fascinating, selkie only stopping the barrage of questions to deliver her own as she dons her seal skin and slips into the pool.

            selkie isn’t that fussy on the exact body of water she finds herself swimming in, but swimming pools are far from desirable—- the chlorine sticks to her, cloys the back of throat and makes her sneeze, the chemicals making her fur slimy & heavy as she glides form one end of the meagre pool to another—- and seriously, they couldn’t have suggested another place to see her swim? supposes that there’s nowhere else truly suitable, less she wished to pile up in his car and just hope that there wouldn’t be a crowd at whatever lackluster shoreline they ended up on—- still, it doesn’t lessen the annoyance felt at not being able to properly stretch; a flick of a tail as the selkie glides back up towards the pools rusted steps, soft giggles dispersed by curses and the flap of heavy fabric as sodden ( and stinky and sticky ) fur is tucked away, ❛ —--you owe me, asshole. ❜

[foreverwants]

                        ──────────────                        he doesn’t attempt to mask the scoff that escape his lips ,      brows raise as face contorts ,      hands reach upward to massage temples .                        ❝      right ,      sure you do !      ❞                        the sarcasm was uncalled for ,      especially since @divinares was likely telling the truth            ──────            stiles had always been an open book ,      and it wasn’t that hard to decipher the skepticism            ⁽ ⁿᵃʸ, ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢⁱᵒⁿ ⁾            fixed upon his features .      beacon hills had the unfortunate tendency of attracting the supernatural ,      and   ​🇴​​🇫​ ​🇫​​🇺​​🇨​​🇰​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬​ ​🇨​​🇴​​🇺​​🇷​​🇸​​🇪​   his cousin was one of them            ──────            stiles wouldn’t be surprised if he was the only fucking human left in town .                        ❝      you lost the right to be a know - it - all .      and      [ . . . ]      and      [ . . . ]      you’re an asshole ,      y’know that ?      ❞

with their luck ,      benny was just there to kill the true alpha            ⁽ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁱˡˡ ˢᶜᵒᵗᵗ ⁾ ,            using stiles as a front to get closer .      but benny was family ,      and stiles had to at least try giving him the benefit of the doubt .                        ❝      when the hell were you going to tell me ?      ❞

PROMPT            //            ❝ i know what you're thinking. ❞

[abyssurvived]

@divinares liked for a starter!

         the stack of papers perched precariously atop blend’s ( ever bouncing ) knees is shuffled, fretting digits tapping unrhythmic tunes and unrecognisable beats with every passing second. blend hadn’t expected to actually be successful, hadn’t thought that the big boys in charge would have agreed to amuse her ( she forgets what got her noticed in the first place—- as if she’d ever truly forget ), had expected even less that it’d be this easy. at first, it’d been a bout of frustration; lead after lead running cold and logical ( non-supernatural ) explanations beginning to run short that drove blend to literally—- drive. 

         blend got so lost in switching cassette after cassette in her ancient motor, parking every so often for whatever bodily function cried loudest before continuing on, that she hadn’t even realised the shift in the air until it was too late ( or in her case, perfectly timed ). blend had recognised almost immediately that she wasn’t just stopped in some wayward town, the feel of magic so heavy on her skin she could practically feel the same sun she felt on her skin all those months ago ( could hear the ever-lasting laughter, feel the ever welcoming arms ), but it wasn’t until the sickening crunch of tire being torn out of its hub and blend’s gaze was forced from a time ages ago back to the pavement before them—- an on the pavement, mere metres away & sat on a bench they were. 

        or they were, before they ducked into whatever shop ( maybe they just vanished ), and so here sits blend; cradling files upon files, testimonies and witness statements all denouncing the idea that the typically welldoing group would ever do something so heinous as was led to believe ( and the countless theories blend had considered herself—- everything from fae kidnapping & hijinks gone wrong to magical shit show ) like a lifeline as blend patiently waits for the spellcaster to appear once more, and when they do—- it’s like a greyhound at the sound of a gunshot, barely remembering herself enough to slam her car door before scampering over to them, breathes heaved as heart flutters akin to bird in a small cage, ❛ —-benny weir? ain’t in trouble, but got a sec t’talk t’me? ❜

[pistolsister]

. . .for divinares ( accepting here )

            outlaw heaves an almighty sigh as she flops across car seats, making herself at home as cigarette already placed between carefully painted lips is lit by a match soon thrown out the open door—- gentle, barefooted kick is given to her company, brows pinching as outlaws tries and fails ( again ) to crane a look at the book forever stuck in @divinares lap. knows it’s a sin, know it’ll probably lead to another fight ( at least one not about who finished the curly fries first though ), but even the very memory of mother superior spitting vitriol and promises of damnation doesn’t stop outlaw from leaving her perch, curling her greedy digits around the corner of the dog-eared-book and tugging till it pops out of their grasp, ❛ —-ya finally gonna tell me what the fuss about this old thing is? ‘cause I’ve seen a lot of bibles in my time, and honey, this ain’t one. ❜

[nikohlas]

YOU 🫵🏽

WHO ME ???

[justsurvival]

[ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. ( shion . . )

          "     it's okay,  really.     "     not shown:  relief coursing through xer veins and shoulders dropping from their stiff posture.  shion holds out a to-go coffee for benny from the new place down the street with the lines that last an hour if you're lucky.     "     let's call a truce.  i'm sorry for being obsessed with work lately.     "     that's part of the truth.  the other part that she's tried to bury deep,  deep,  deep is that shion hungers.  copious caffiene and more time spent in the morgue of the hospital seems to keep it all at bay.  shion would be a filthy liar if xe said xe didn't miss the contact,  though.     "     did something happen  ?  you know i'm here for you if you need me.     "

[     FOR YOU,  I WOULD  —  ACCEPTING     ]

[huntgrown]

. ✰  * ⊹  ѕ . ω.        ──────────────        nostrils flare as hazel slowly traces the other’s figure ,    gaze flits passed benny and into the blocked - off entrance of the home    ──    sam hadn’t known why he was drawn to this town ,    why his veins sung as soon as he’d stepped within its bounds .    demonic ichor twists within him ,    coaxes him deeper into the throes of darkness        (    sam winchester was always destined to become the very evil he hunted    ) .                        ❝    no offense ,    but you’re in no position to give me orders .    ❞                the crassness was unanticipated ,    the consequences of his steady descent into complete darkness ;        it had been months since he’d relied on ruby’s blood ,    weeks since he’d learned to control more than just demons .

(    little sammy winchester was on his way to kill an archangel    ──    if only dean could see him now !    ) .

❝    it was rather easy to find you when i entered town .    your aura is just . . .    so enticing .    ❞                sheer curiosity brought him to centralia ,    searching for whatever laid in benny’s core    ──    a different kind of magic !    not forged in demonic contract or duplicitous deals ,    but sam can still track the delicious scent of human sacrifice oozing from every orifice of benny .                ❝    this is quite the spell you’ve got going here .    ❞

▩ ⤿ ✮ ⋆˙⊹ ❙  : @huntgrown  liked  for  a  one-liner  !

❝  you  don’t  belong  here,  and  I  think  you  know  that.  you  shouldn’t  be  here,  you  shouldn’t  see  me  —  and  I  would  like  for  you  to  leave  my  doorstep   ❞

[sunblud]

@divinares is a boop fiend i fear

[oracleishdiviner]

Hey, Hey, stregh* italian*!

Non so il numero di esatti praticanti delle diverse correnti esoteriche, in Italia, su questo sito, ma!

La sottoscritta, ha deciso che è ora di dare inizio ad un arricchimento del mio piccolo blog, di solito usato solo per divinazione, ampliandolo con blog bilingue (Italiano e Inglese) ed espandendo la mia attività sulla piattaforma Buy Me a Coffee.

Trovate la mia pagina qui (caloroso invito ad un bookmark, nei prossimi giorni inserirò molte cose, come articoli, una zona membership e piccoli "games") e, se volete seguirmi anche su Tumblr, mi farebbe un sacco piacere conoscere qualcuno della comunità.

Ecco qualcosa su di me:

. Animista e Politeista;

. Devota della dea Morrigan e Cernunnos;

. Lavoro con diverse divinità di differenti Pantheon;

. Ho diverse doti psichiche, che uso in concomitanza con diversi metodi divinatori (cartomanzia, pendolo, rune e in futuro conto di ampliare con dadi, kipper e altro ancora!);

. Neurodivergente (Adhd) e persona altamente sensibile;

. Oltre ad essere una strega e divinare, sono anche un'artista, amante di molte arti (come uncinetto, maglia ai ferri, decoupage, lavori con la creta, ricamo e cucito) e, come dimostra il mio blog, adoro scrivere!

Studio da autodidatta anche erboristeria e vorrei avere una certificazione in questo campo, ma, questa è un'altra storia!

Se vi và di poter interagire, la mia email è nella mia pagina o potete mandarmi un messaggio anche qui, la mia inbox è sempre aperta ❤️

[foreverwants]

                        ──────────────                        the guilt burrows deep within her ,      pools in her gut and twists like a knife .      that night had haunted her ever since she’d broken free of the compulsion ,      the flash of amethyst permanently burned underneath her eyelids .      erica can’t blame @divinares for the bitter chill targeted in her direction ;            everyone else had died in the blast ,      victims to the delusions of a madman            ⁽ ʷʰᵒ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ ᵃᵈᵐⁱⁿⁱˢᵗʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᵇᵉ ᵉᵛⁱˡ ⁾ ,            and erica just fled like a coward .                        ❝      well ,      it’s good to see you .      you look      [ . . . ]      healthy .      ❞                        alive .      erica had an eternity of regret ahead of her !

despite anticipating it ,      she was still taken aback by the bite in benny’s tone .      arms cross as figure leans against the dingy dresser            ──────            shit furniture courtesy to her latest motel ,      her attempt at flying under the vampire counsel’s radar .                        ❝      i thought you had pǝıp .      ❞                        ‘ with everyone else ’   remains unspoken ,      but erica knows that benny gets the message .      the unfamiliar ache of remorse threatened to eat her alive ,      but she had never been good at wearing her emotions on her sleeve .                        ❝      the vampire counsel said that white chapel had been completely wiped .      ❞

PROMPT            //            ❝ i don't actually care but i'm bored so i'm here. ❞

[deathshallbenomore]

Domanda pesante ma vorrei sapere cosa ne pensi: secondo te faranno un TSO per cospito, o lo lasceranno morire (nelle mani dello stato)?

bestie qui mi sa che faccio più bella figura dicendo semplicemente che non lo so perchè a) è una vicenda complessissima, che - prima ancora degli aspetti soggettivi e specifici del caso - tiene insieme dilemmi di varie branche del diritto, ma anche dell'etica e [inserire discipline altre se qualcuno si sente tirato dentro], b) c'è da considerare anche il ruolo della politica (in questo caso non come scienza astratta ma come insieme di attitudini e decisioni molto umane), e con ciò dosi di caos e imprevedibilità notevoli. io stessa non credo di avere un'opinione ben delineata, proprio perché un livello tale di complessità e, conseguentemente, gli interrogativi che mi pongo o con cui mi devo confrontare quando mi informo, non possono essere classificati come bianco o nero, e quindi mi risulta ulteriormente più difficile fare una valutazione (così come non ho le competenze specifiche per divinare sui possibili esiti anche solo in teoria). in my flop era probabilmente ma umilmente non so davvero cosa succederà, e anch'io resto ad aspettare con apprensione