#divinare

[damanascosta]

Consulto con il pendolino, 4 domande. 🕯✨️

[lowsodiumlevels]

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

[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. ❞

[sammyemerson]

what had they been talking about?   their train of thought is dead and buried,   lost forever,   though the list had gone:   vampires in santa carla,   the beach and the boardwalk,   and their new batman comics.   no one could blame him!   he had fed recently and now he had energy to quite literally bounce off the walls.   he blinks,   having fallen quiet,   ❛   wait,   benny.   ❜   despite the raw energy living in their vessel,   they sit very still,   staring up at the witch   —   who is acting like nothing happened,   like they did nothing to turn their world upside down.   ❛   benny...   ❜   sam tries once more,   and even when he tries for tone to be firm,   it rolls off tongue as a whine.

‹   ♥   ›   @divinares.

blue eyes are bright and pleading,   samuel barely managing to resist the urge to reach out and tug them in 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 sam is wholly unable to do post being kissed,   however,   the night child is trying.   ❛   is that what i was saying?   ❜

[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. ❜

[norcried]

BENNY: IS FOUND COLLAPSED BY HEMLOCK.

excitement courses through inhuman veins, practically skipping on his way to find the spell-master's apartment. the box in his hands keeps him from chewing on his nails, instead lip becoming victim of restless jaw and teeth. the only repireve his lip gets is when the giggles bubble up from his throat, unable to be contained. the contents of the box—old video game cartrages and a variety of knick-knacks and trinkets hemlock's found during his travels—are not so much the source of his excitement as is the person he plans to give them to.

used to entering without knocking after knowing them for so long, he bounces into @divinares apartment with a smile so wide his eyes squint and crinkle. he calls out benny's name in a sing-song voice, hugging the decently-sized box fixed with gold trimming and a gold lock close to his chest. he almost plops down onto the floor to wait until he sees dark hair, closed eyes, nose— "benny!"

his agility works with him to get to the witch swiftly, placing the box on the floor out of the way. he immediately slides his knees below benny's head, frowns at the open book haphazardly thrown to the side. he leans over to push it farther away, as if it was a naughty living being, and shakes his head down at the figure in his lap. he gently combs through benny's hair, stern look set upon his own face. "benny, you—" he sighs heavily and shakes his head again, expression softening into a fond smile. "you fool."

[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     ]

[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. ❞

[sammyemerson]

not following the trail?   they are stopped in their tracks   —   ocean eyes nearly glowing,   lashes fluttering.   he desires to let sharp tongue run freely,   mention that he can practically taste the desperation.   someone needs their help.   ❛   but benny!   ❜   samuel terminates the automatic whine that escapes them,   gaze abandoning benny to lock on blood.   ❛   it’s fresh,   benny,   i think someone needs our help.   ❜   they take a step forward,   trying their best to latch onto any sound of distress.   ❛   i don’t know how to explain it,   but i feel it.   ❜   there is a haunting image in his head that he cannot shake:   someone living his worst nightmare,   forced to turn and left alone.   no one had been there for him.   their lower lip is taken captive,   fangs breaking skin.   what if it was not what he was imagining and it was another trap?

‹   ♥   ›   @divinares:   yeah,   i’m not gonna follow a blood trail into a creepy dark place,   thanks.

hesitation bleeds from the night child,   evident in the way that they shift from one foot to another,   seeking benny’s presence beside his.   only needs a minute to think with his head!   their shoulders press together,   and sam can breathe again.   they take an inhale,   done out of habit and for his own comfort.   they turn slightly,   firmly pressing against benny’s side before putting distance between them.   focuses solely on crimson trail   —   eyes bright and pleading when he lifts his head.   ❛   you really think we shouldn’t?   if there’s someone...   ❜   left unsaid but settled heavy between them:   they would never be able to forgive themselves if they failed to save someone.

[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

[drogba-prospect]

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Due to the influx of American Protestants in Haiti during the 1990s, some neo-evangelical Christians rewrote the events at Bois Caïman as a Haitian "blood pact with Satan". Kalfu (literally crossroads) is one of the petro aspects of Papa Legba, a lwa in Haitian Vodou. He is often envisioned as a young man or as a demon; his color is red and he favors rum infused with gunpowder. He is often syncretized with Satan. Attributes: Rum, gunpowder, red, black, bulls, demons, 7 tree leaves. According to Vodou belief, the lwa communicate with humans through dreams and divination, and in turn are given offerings. Kalfu prefers rum infused with gunpowder as an offering. Divination (from Latin divinare, 'to foresee, to foretell, to predict, to prophesy') is the attempt to gain insight into a question or situation by way of an occultic, standardized process or ritual. Used in various forms throughout history, diviners ascertain their interpretations of how a querent should proceed by reading signs, events, or omens, or through alleged contact with a supernatural agency. An omen (also called portent) is a phenomenon that is believed to foretell the future, often signifying the advent of change.

ad·vent /ˈadˌvent/

noun

the arrival of a notable person, thing, or event.

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