#e: awaken

[the-music-maniac]

THE V O I C E S

I'm unhealthily obsessed with Zoro's earrings, so unsurprisingly, my demons popped out of the ether at 2 am, and told me to draw him in body jewelry

My headcanon is that Nami bought the jewelry piece for Zoro bc she's a good wing woman

Bonus:

[alphaclxwn]

eva is the best fr fr, just look at her! she’s adorable

[generic-sonic-fan]

Not to be mega autistic about Omega again (occupational hazard of following my blog) but-

I really love how this short respects Omega's autonomy. Rouge says that she "convinced Omega to be [her] backup" and that just means so much to me.

Omega is a loose cannon! A free agent!! He has his own goals and he pursues them on his own!!! I feel like a lot of previous canon and some fanon treat him as way too compliant/incompetent to act on his own so this is SUCH an amazing detail to me

[thirteen-31]

@thirteen-31 // film, astrology, inner healing ✨

[w1ldspace]

star wars x pokémon crossover ⁉️

[soulsty]

I am slowly losing my grasp on reality

[viktoriathewitch]

͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙ witchy things I did that worked •̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

(se você fala portugues BR, sinta-se livre para enviar DM ou pedir tradução de um post. boa parte vai estar em inglês, para facilitar minha vida e atingir mais pessoas.)

-`🕯 INTRO 🕯´-

Although I'm part of the spiritual community, I'm still quite skeptical whenever I see a spell or ritual, be it online or in books, asking myself if it'd work or not. Wondering if the source of such spells and witchy things were actually being honest. So! Today, I'll be sharing some witchy things (as not all of them were spells IMO) that actually worked! Still, I want to clarify that these things worked for >me< and I'll just be sharing my experience with the things I did that worked best. Feel free to also share yours in the comments!

-`🕯 WITCHY THINGS THAT WORKED 🕯´-

❅ herbal baths and magik baths in general, is some of my favorite things to do. Well, I actually love showers and they are such a scared moment to me, and whenever I need some deep energetical cleansing and boost, they always work for me. However, I want to point out that I wash my hair after finishing the herbal bath. So, I recommend doing this on wash hair days. My favorite combo is thick salt and rosemary. How I did it: ⁍ 1-step, prep: cleansed and energized the materials. ⁍ 2-step, make rosemary water: I didn't use a specific amount, but I'd say 4-5 cups of water and half a hand of rosemary is enough. Let it boil for about 5 minutes and then let it sit for 15 minutes with a cloth on top. ⁍ 3-step, thick salt scrubbing: the scrubbing should be done from your neck to your feet. Don't scrub too hard, you don't want to hurt yourself. Visualize negative energy or the power something/someone has over you leaving your body. DO NOT SCRUB YOUR GENITALIA WITH IT OKAY? ⁍ 4-step, rosemary shower: after the rosemary water has cooled down a bit, start to pour the water over you from your head. Now, the actual rosemary won't go with the water, so you can pick it up with your hands and scrub your body gently with it. DO NOT SCRUB OR WASH YOUR GENITALIA WITH THIS WATER. ⁍ 5-step, clean your bathroom: chances are you've made a mess! ❅ banishing candles is something that I did when I was on low energy but needed banishing ASAP. I also didn't have all the ingredients I wished for, but it worked with the ones I had! I made a total of 2 candles, and I placed one in the living room and the other in my bedroom. How I did it: ⁍ ingredients and tools: black candle, red candle, dried pieces of garlic, corn hair, thick salt, essential oil (I used lavender cause it was the only one I had lol), mortar and pestle, paper (to protect my table from the wax), candle holder (further explanation about candle holder later), and fire. ⁍ 1-step, prep: cleansed and energized the material. ⁍ 2-step, candle dressing: I applied the essential oil to the black candle, then started to dress it with the garlic pieces. I recommend doing this slowly and dressing each "side" of the candle instead of the whole candle. With the help of the red candle, I lit it up and used its drop of wax to hold the garlic in place. ⁍ 3-step, protection ring: with corn hair and thick salt, I created a protection ring so that the candle would be free to do its job without interference from what I was banishing. I placed it within the candle holder, which was a chamberstick type. Now, I want to say that the protection ring needs to be around the candle, with a chamberstick, it was quite efficient since I could carry the candle and the protection ring mutually without getting the house dirty. ⁍ 4-step, banishing: lit it up and allowed it to burn fully. ❅ warding is one of the best ways to protect your house or personal space. It always works for me, even when done in the astral (I've done this once but it was not intentional, don't ask me how I did it because I have minimal power over my astral/mental projections still). Basically, gather up energy and release it with the most amount of anger possible, like a dog showing its teeth to an enemy, while setting out the intention of only your guides, desired spirits, and positive energy entering. Do this in each room of the house if you wish to ward the whole house, or just in your bedroom if that's better. ❅ repelling unwanted energetic interactions through anger. Well, this one is a bit similar to warding, but it's done when the so said energy or spirit is already there. I've done this in the astral too, it worked thankfully lol. Anyway, it's similar to warding, but now you have a target to which you'll direct the aggressive energy you're gathering. Together with this energy, you'll say words like "get out of here" like, screaming, either out loud or in your head. You'll hunt down the "problem" if needed. My biggest tip is to go full red mode.

-`🕯 CONCLUSION 🕯´-

So, this was it! I hope you guys enjoyed it and that I've brought to y'all something new haha. As you can see, I haven't done much lol, I don't like to venture myself too much, and spells aren't my "it" activity either. Still, even though I've done more things, these were the ones I had the best results. Either way, see you soon <3

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

“Why am I a fucking dragon?!” Wyvern. Technically he was a wyvern, what with the wings-as-arms and all. “Shut up, Simmons,” he mumbled.

THIS FIC has been rent free in my brain and I realized upon my reread today,, i have the power to draw So,,, dragon(wyvern) Grif fuck yes

[picturesofthegoneworlds]

Restless

Imogen can't concentrate.

(standard procedure for up to a couple weeks ago, now it wears a different guise.)

She fidgets, sits with her legs crossed on her bedroll, backpack in her lap, removes, itemises, arranges its contents, huffs stray hairs out of her face, hands still twitchy, mind still scrambled, organises it all again. Repeats. 

It's early, the fact given away by the low-lying sun and crisp smell on the air that has not yet been burned away by its sustained and blistering presence. 

The blisters on her ankles, the friction of leather that is still not fully broken in. Imogen delays in pulling on and lacing up her boots, calves restless but exhausted, thrumming if they remain still too long (too long being only a moment).

She falls back heavily onto the bedroll. 

Overhead, in the weave of vines and branches, birds sing. They're mocking her, surely, the awkward and bound to the ground sack of flesh and fat and bones that she is, hair frizzed and sticky from the humidity, her inner thigh chaffed and perspiring where the contact of her dagger's harness coils around it like a constricting snake.

She loosens it a few notches

The pathetic and inconsistent touch of it frustrates her more, so she buckles it tight like a tourniquet. 

She exhales, deflates, heavy as she is, runs the back of her forearm over her brow, spreading the salt and sweat, breathes in, feels the connective tissue holding together all of her joints, exhales, arm to ground, along with every other limb, the back of her knees, her spine, her shoulders (there's a rock digging into one through the mat, did she sleep on that last night?), her neck, her ass, wishes they were all gelatin, that she could become one with the floor and not collide with every edge and corner and texture of it, stop being so reactive. 

She inhales, skin pulling away, wishing it would continue, peel, lift, blanket, canopy (closer than the trees), shade, but it would drip with blood, hot and sizzling as it rained back onto her exposed bones. 

Shadow, the dark tatters, the veil. Molasses of ichor. Dull, hazy, sharp, thorns. Don't touch, don't approach. Space. Wail, scream, chorus, silence. That would chase the birds away, feathers dislodged from sudden movement re-lodged into black tar, carried off, away, down sluggish stream, no contact. Barbed like a briar.

The thread of the bed roll is itchy, the weave of it too thick and open, rough spun from fibrous burlap, it splinters bare skin where it makes contact, nape of her neck, backs of her forearms, thighs, knees, and calves. 

Delicate, cool, billowing lace that accommodated to the pads of Imogen's fingers, to her palm, fractured by magic, calloused and freshly wounded, it dulled even the rows of needle teeth beneath. Imogen imagines it her bedsheets, the ground would not matter - could be rivers of lava jutted by shattered glass, it would not matter, sure, cool billowing lace, Imogen would sleep well. 

Easier to tell now, how restless her hands are. They pluck at the gauzy linen that makes her dress, the more rigid weave of her waistcoat, following stitching as if it were pathways, movement, roads to get her somewhere, them, skin to skin contact barriered like the rock digging into her shoulder. Her touch meanders to her chest, unintentional, she swears, in promise and obscenity, a winding path with sides towered by hedges and trees that block the horizon, a shock carried from the point of touch to manifest as an ache between her legs and a weightless haze in her head, body rolling, shoulders leaving the mat, leaving the rock that digs, a breath to a sigh to a gravelly moan, sends a bird or two scattering away, a leaf or two falling behind them. 

Fuckin' birds. Relax. More touch. Touch is good? Barbed. Thorns. Restraint. Maybe she should grow her nails, maybe then the touch won't feel her own. Laudna - fuck, the name gets a reaction from her again, the jolt in her core as she feels the heat pool at the surface of her face, her neck, her chest, crimson damming, damning, acid rising to her throat carried by the guilt of it. 

She kicks and squirms, side of a fist like hammer to nail on the bedroll beside her, other covering her face from the shame of it, it being the burn, the rolling simmer, the violent boil of want and guilt and acid and sting and she is so restless, boiling over, she can't concentrate, the contact of the ground and the fabrics and the atmosphere all feels wrong, scalding, now she knows what to compare it to, how it could feel, what she could be touching. 

Could be death calling, alluring, maybe, how long she flirted with it. Cold with head empty, sounded nice, still does, though the delivery and means maybe different now. A face to an end, ends her, finishes, acid in her throat again, hand bunching the rough fabric under her hips. 

It moves of its own accord to her thigh, takes a fistful of cuff and flesh and she sobs, eyes scrunching shut so tightly that she starts to see colours in the dark, blotches of crimson in a grey dream, her body in the butcher's cart. 

Dreamlike, hazy, drunk (this must be how it feels), she moves without thought, groping herself through the crotch of her shorts, writhing, the floor is too hot against her back, sweat gathering at her hairline and salt beading down into her eyes, again, breath short, short, when did it get so shallow, dizzy. How long could she hold it (hold herself), heat, radiating into the cup of her hand, squirming, a worm under boot, squashed before it gets to dine on the corpse. She pushes firmer against herself, shudders, the feel of the floor leaving, rolls her hips onto the press of her fingers, barriered, dulled, not enough, as they fumble, clutch at the shorts and wrangle the inseam of them in frantic pulls against uncomfortably undulating heat, heat, damp forced through from the close contact onto the pads of her fingers and Gods she's gonna have to prestidigitate that, what the hells is she doing, Laudna could return from her morning forage or whatever it is any moment and

fuck the thought doesn't quell the need at all, her hips spasming and knees shaking as she holds them suspended and trembling, working herself up, frantic, frantic and desperate. How did she get here? she followed the woman at the market, the woman followed the yellow bird, the birdsong silenced for pathetic needy moans, her hips raised so high her shoulders are pushed further into the cut of the offensive rock, princesses and mattresses and beans or whatever that fairytale was Laudna had mentioned about ladies and their proper behaviour. 

Proper, right, she should stop, get it over with, fumbles with the fastening of her shorts, hand making its way beneath fabric before it's fully undone, now registering coarse curls, then slicked, heat, heat, heat, hot, wet, eager, soaked, soft, the glide of her intensity, betrayal, soaking. fuck. Touch is not enough, hers, fuck. Not right, the feel of callouses and scars and heat and a barely registrable thrum shit what happens if she gets away from herself, gets too excited. magic fried uncontrollable she is out of control fuck the heat of the bedroll on her back and the push of the rock imbedding imbedded scars wrapping tangled suffocating sinew silvered skin nightmares burden and guilt guilt guilt storming-

Imogen rolls over onto her front, the rock through the bedroll pushing into her chest, against her sternum, aiding to evacuate the bile that has been suspended in her oesophagus but the guilt won't leave her thighs slicked and hot and tacky and uncomfortable and the chaffe of the itchy fabric of the mat burning them, restless, as she removes her fingers from between her legs, wipes the evidence of a pathetic and failed and just and just wrong attempt onto her shorts, prestidigitates it all clean as if she can wash herself of her impurities and intentions, dares to think of the occasions the purple glow has evaporated the rain from Laudna's clothes and skin, now a selfish act, was then too, maybe, always selfish. 

[securityholograms]

i've cracked the code on how my favorite moritz portrayals are played. JGJ made the role, eyebrow-acted his heart out and in that unintentionally created a staple that now serves as the line between a "yes moritz!!!" and a "hmmm maybe not moritz"

[onyxedskies]

genuinely fucking insane to me that ophelia and soleil use odin and laslows crystals in the heirs of fate dlc and it's just????? not addressed?????? at all???????? like you'd think that would be a thing you would want to discuss??????????

[animatormentata]

Un giorno mi è stato chiesto:

"Son.. tu che sei così spirituale,cosa sono le fiamme gemelle? Come posso riconoscere la mia?”

Al che io rispondo:

“Benvenuta nella relazione più dolorosa, sfidante, profonda, brutalmente sincera che esista.

Immagina di trovarti di fronte il tuo perfetto specchio che riflette esattamente ogni tua cazzo di ferita, ombra, trauma irrisolto,facendoteli rivivere passo passo, ancora e ancora.

Ora immagina di innamorartene perdutamente. Immagina di condividerci la stessa Anima. Non importa cosa accade tra voi, non importa quanto tempo passa, non importa quello che fai, non importa quello che vuoi, non esiste nessun modo per interrompere questa connessione.

Ciclicamente e costantemente sei bombardato di segni e sincronicità che ti ricordano questa connessione.

Preparati a restare incastrato in quello che mi piace chiamare il loop dell'infinito ritorno, che dura anni. Prima o poi, uno dei due, o entrambi, a fasi alterne ritornano. Nonostante tutto. Tornano sempre destabilizzando completamente le rispettive vite.

Immagina di intraprendere una conversazione a Cuore Aperto con quelle parti di te che rifiuti, non accetti e reprimi. Adesso immagina che queste parti ti parlino attraverso la tua Fiamma. Immagina di non noter mentire, immagina di essere costretta a sentire cosa queste parti ti vogliono comunicare.

Immagina che questa connessione sia la chiave di accesso affinché tu possa sperimentare l'Amore Incondizionato. L'amore senza condizioni. Aldilà delle ingiustizie, dei tradimenti, dei rifiuti, degli abbondoni, delle umiliazioni..

Immaginate che una sola persona vi faccia attraversare tutte queste ferite, e nonostante tutto, continuare ad amarla, perché piano piano iniziate a realizzare che non esiste nessun altro al di fuori di voi, che la separazione è un'illusione e che tutto di te sta solo chidendo Amore.”

[cookiesrunaus-whitelily]

Hello, I hope you have an lovely day, okay for some questions (Early Awakening) I want to know if it’s possible that White Lily did successfully escape without her being noticed [with some help some cookies], what are the course of events will happen to both Lily and an cookie(any cookie)

Did Lily rebel at them one time? If so what happened? Do they celebrate something in different kingdom related to lily?

is there a time where White Lily is happy? What is the event?

Okay, but i will ask something about the Little Demon

What are the Little Demons do to White Lily’s gift before she receives?

Do White Lily knows what are they all doing?

(I’m so sorry for som many questions)

(Early Awakening)

If Lily were to escape, she would have to go as far away as possible and as fast as possible, for as soon as the beasts found out she was gone, they would look for her.

And if she finds her and they learn that someone has helped her.

Execution will be the fate they will most desire.

and about the rebellion….

Lily had a moment with everyone, when she had had enough of being a toy and was already upset.

The “most serious” was with Cheese, she screamed at her, claiming that they had taken everything from her, also claiming that because of those she calls “lovers”, one of her children was missing, she kept screaming until Cheese shut her up ….. slapping her.

Cheese apologized repeatedly to her, the others were angry when they found out, but they decided not to fight among themselves because of that.

White Lily was very affected by the slap, Vanilla assured her that it would not happen again and that no one would do it, but she no longer knows whether to trust.

Celebrations vary greatly.

She doesn't like to participate in them unless she is forced to, but she always makes exceptions for her children's birthdays and even for her lovers, although of course, her parties contain a lot of juice and that always makes them behave very affectionate, too much, luckily it never goes further than kisses, French kisses and if she is not lucky …. she will end up most of the night awake.

She is happy if she can be near her children or when she can get her lovers off her back for a while, there are even times when they act like they used to, that makes her happy, ….. but it doesn't last long.

(Little Demon)

Well, what they do depends on what the gift or invitation is.

For example, if it's a flowers, they throw them out the window, if it's a box of chocolates, they eat them or hide them in their backpack and if it's an invitation to something, they tear them up and use them as crafts.

Lily doesn't know what they do with it, she only knows that they are the ones who pick up the mail when it arrives, but many times when her friends tell her that they sent an invitation or gift, the kids say that they haven't seen it or that they ate it by mistake.

She believes them, because how can she not believe those adorable little faces?

[generic-sonic-fan]

So sad that Shadow didn't respect Omega's "dibs". . .

[momo-shut-the-fuck-up]

A successful anni i d say. I hope everyone s pulls went well. Happy anniversary everyone

[light-and-lightning]

( wait does Ken not shoot himsself in the heart anymore in Reload

What kind of nonsense is this )