#faithbound

[granulesofsand]

🗝️🏷️ RAMCOA

Spiritual system origins. Our group… worshipped a lot of gods…. They programmed… for those gods…. We are… a spiritual system?

There are lots of perspectives our more faithbound alters hold about whether we did get anything out of those contracts, rituals, all that jazz. We struggle even figuring out who we were dedicated to because the group was not consistent in which traditions we could preside over.

Our group ‘marries’ you to 2+ deities — for power ig— and we were quite possibly assigned to more on account of our being a female child (good vibes for witchcraft according to them). But we cannot figure out which we were tied to and which (if any) we were lent to because nobody else was available.

There was a goddess who protected prostitutes, who we were involved with a lot, who might be one of them. Or we were a prostitute and were assigned to her by default. We spiritually consider our system a blessing from her; she had a lot to do with crops and storehouses, so alters seem about right.

There was a god of foreigners who wasn’t on of ours, but that we participated in rituals around. We consider our autism a gift from him.

And there are a lot of even more specific items — up to traits of individual alters — that we relate to spiritual aspects of growing up like we did. But short of more dangerous rituals, we have no idea who we belong to. Like, come claim your system. Tired of figuring out ancient communication customs for every deity just to ask “did you lose something? was it us?” I know the rites are held by alters, but at this rate it might be faster to phone all the gods.

The sweet embrace of dissociation ✨

[mylittleheathen]

"Dust Em, Pix!"

Built by me in 2022. Commander: Alela, Artful Provocateur. Colour Combo: Esper (Black, Blue, White.) Theme: Curses, Faeries, and Flying.

*Card list below the cut.

Creatures - Accursed Witch Archaeomancer Bitterheart Witch Blightcaster Brazen Borrower Cruel Witness Dreadfeast Demon Dreamshackle Geist Faerie Seer Faerie Vandal Faithbound Judge Guardian Kirin Hushbringer Moonshae Pixie Monk Idealist Nymris, Oona’s Trickster Obscura Initiate Ruin Crab Screaming Swarm Sea Gate Stormcaller Shrine Steward Warden of Evos Isle Wydwen, the Biting Gale

Artifact - Arcane Signet Commander's Sphere Fellwar Stone Honored Heirloom Mind Stone Orzhov Locket Sol Ring Vorpal Sword

Sorcery - Day Of Judgement Distant Melody Ponder Resurgent Belief Tasha's Hideous Laughter Three Dreams

Instant - Brainstorm Bone to Ash Counterspell Dovin’s Veto Ertai’s Scorn Go for the Throat Opt Void Rend

Enchantment - Aura of Silence Curse of Death’s Hold Curse of Disturbance Curse of Echoes Curse of Fool’s Wisdom Curse of the Forsaken Curse of the Restless Dead Curse of Surveillance Curse of Unbinding Curse of Vitality Curse of Reality Fraying Sanity Imprisoned in the Moon Leyline of Anticipation Leyline of the Meek Overwhelming Splendor Sigil of the Empty Throne Smothering Tithe Trespasser’s Curse

Lands - Command Tower Evolving Wilds Goldmire Bridge Mistvault Bridge Myriad Landscape Orzhov Guildgate Razortide Bridge Shineshadow Snarl Skybridge Towers Sunken Hollow Temple of the False God Tranquil Cove Obscura Storefront Waterfront District X7 Plains X7 Swamps X7 Islands ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹ Notes: - All of the basic land cards are actually full art crimson vow lands. - Smothering Tithe was a gift from a friend for my birthday. - Blightcaster and Bitterheart Witch are both cards I have had since 2014 when I first got into the game. - Nymris, Oona's Trickster was the very first card I ever traded for. - Wydwen, the Biting Gale was a gift from my local card store owner. This deck is stored in a purple Dragon Shield Gaming Box and is double-sleeved with KMC Perfect Sized Inner Sleeves and Matte Nebula Dragon Shield Sleeves. FAIRY COMMANDER! FAIRY COMMANDER! I'm about 70% done editing this deck, It's really fun but it doesn't have a strong win condition. It's really good at messing with everyone at the table, sometimes it's fun to play with a little bit of salt. This deck also tends to bump up the politics at the table as everyone bargains with you not to get cursed.

[fluera]

"come here my star," uruha whispers elegantly in his mother tongue, arms like vines the minute they grace the other's body as if it is a castle meant to be covered by his hold. there's a serenade of loving kisses placed on mae's lips, slow and passionate, as they eventually branch to his face, temple and ear. more whispers ensue, uruha's hand caressing mae's back. "let me take your burdens away ; you are so gorgeous, you mean the world to me ; i love you, peony."

(   ✿   ) WHEN HIS MOOD DIPS BELOW ITS COMFORT ARE FAR AND FEW inbetween. But it happens, because Mae is ONLY HUMAN, afterall. And it is on this day that something weighs upon his shoulders like a ton of bricks; something that only further constricts his breathing and slumps shoulders to something UNMOVING AND DISINTERESTED. With his back, he burdens everything on his own accord, as if it’s expected of him to turn his nose away from finding solidarity from anyone else but himself, somehow.

And he means not to burden anyone with his mind that seeks out the COMPULSION to continue on for another day– for the mind that seeks the sun and chases disregard away for the warmth of a much better tomorrow. But on today, he feels AWFULLY COLD, despite himself and in his head, he is muddled with thoughts that only eat away at his discretion. Upon days like these, it is only natural that the artist takes proper time for himself lest it take away the experience and comfortable environment from his clients. 

He is a COWARD that finds shelter elsewhere in his home; slumped over leaflets and papers scattered like a snowstorm because albeit, his body begs for recovery, his mind demands progress and despises his laziness. A day or two taken for himself is hastily stolen away by SELFLESS ENDEAVORS– but somehow, his full attention is completely taken away altogether by his lover’s careful intent.

His body speaks praises to him and offers Mae a home he HAS NOT FELT in his heart for years upon years. Away from his desk and work he is stolen by warm hands and the promise of an even warmer goodnight; coaxing their bodies together so Mae may finally get a BREATH OF AIR to refill aching lungs.

And by the gods, does his beloved give him that second wind the moment their space is filled with them– THEM AND ONLY THEM. Careful fingers reach up just enough to skim through dark locks whilst jade hues are enraptured by gorgeous pools of azure. Chest to chest, Peony basks in THEIR PARADISE suddenly built by their own hands just for them-- just for him, by the one who wants to bury his burdens so that Mae may not deal with them ALONE any longer. His heart is young, but his tired and weary soul is much too old beyond his years.

“Uruha...” Is all the artist can even breathe in their closeness as he is already completely and utterly overwhelmed by the ATTENTION and TOUCH gracing him. His sun and moon-- his everything held dear-- How his life would feel so terribly void without his presence (even if his humility was one for the books). Oh, how he loves him so. Mae noses in close, savoring the body guard’s every touch as if THEIR VERY MOMENTS ARE FLEETING. “You mean so much to me, you know.”

Every kiss is a spark behind eyelids. Every touch feels like their first and their last; drawn and two hearts magnetized as if Uruha was his home he’d ALWAYS been awaiting. So of course, Mae hangs upon every word his lover speaks like a prayer he could mouth to the heavens-- but at that moment, Peony almost feels deft in his own head. As if, he’d misinterpreted their mother languages somehow or the man misspoke. But BY THE GODS, did he never look more stern and sincere.

Had he not realized he’d been staring either nor the moisture he felt grace a cheek when lashes decide to flutter in his REELING BACK of such perfect words PICKED just for him - a mantra he could speak forever. “Love...” How he’d beg to hear him speak it again. Dimpled cheeks spare a smile, SMALL AND BEAUTIFULLY ABASHED as a hand quickly wipes the stray tear that defined his pleasantly aching heart. “You love me...” He wants to savor that moment, so he decides to seal it with another kiss. Eventually pulling away to speak a soft, 

       “And I love you... I love you Uruha...”

@faithbound​

[inkbonds]

calling out @faithbound, they’re such an amazing human being it’s really problematic and they need to stop

wow what a fake guys I’m 1000% sure no one can actually be this precious and be for real, this is true fact because I said it just now you can read it right there

message me for all the juicy details xoxo

[kiiruna-a]

nemo makes lukas feel dead inside k thnks

     “ oh, what a crybaby… i could teach him what it’s like to be LITERALLY dead. “

[ofvaricty-a]

barren fidgets with a pouch on his bag, but eventually he pulls out a small bottle with some sort of liquid in it. with a shy smile he hands it out to laxus. "it's just... something i whipped up for you! it's... uhm... a potion that can help you out if you end up injured! i put it together myself, and it works really well! you just pop the bottle open and... put it on the wounded area... i --- i just wanted to make you something!" starry eyes beam at laxus. barren can't seem to stop staring!

he founds really amazing how someone like barren can admire someone like him. the boy reminds him of his past self and it wasn’t that much bad even when his life was kind of worse than the other. he doesn’t mind his company from time to time and he likes to listen to him mumbling stuff about his studies from that master of his. he wonders if that old man was actually keeping barren from growing stronger as a wizard. he has potential that’s for sure but he like anyone else decide what’s best for them and if he doesn’t want to learn more and become stronger then he won’t judge him.

“you didn’t have to bother…” though he takes the bottle since he really worked hard to make this just for him and he might put it for good use someday. laxus always finds it funny how he stares at him with such admiration which makes him think of barren as someone really cute and he really loves the attention he is getting from him. no one ever acknowledged him for who he was and this was a nice feeling. laxus places a hand on barren’s head and ruffles his hair slightly.

“thanks, i’ll make sure to use it well.”

@faithbound

[neverforgiiven]

sliding tarotcards back and forth between his hands, red whistled contently, eventually pulling out a single card which he held up; " i'll read your future for free, if you want me to ~ everyone could use a little love right?"

tilting her head curiously upon the other’s offer, she’d hesitantly sit down before him to gain a better grasp of just what he was offering. cards ? some sort of magic, perhaps ? the girl didn’t know, but curiosity glinted in bright eyes nonetheless ( ah, she should know better than to believe such a thing, but the imaginative and open-minded part of her sung its song nevertheless ).

“my - my future?” she’d offer slowly, widening eyes fluttering from the man before her to the card in between his fingers before she’d quietly tilt her head in thought. should she ? she had the tendency to worry, to fret too much over such things like these ( the superstition held in such practices was one that she often clung onto far too tight - but maybe something pleasant would come out of this ! ). “since you offered, it - it would be rude to refuse,” she managed to sputter, smile sheepish as she gave a little nod of her acknowledgement and agreement. “please show me, sir.” 

[despairforme]

NNOITRA IS SO MANLY HE MAKES ROCKS CRY

     ❝ DAZ FUCKIN’ RIGHT! ❞

[oddyssea-a]

@faithbound  –––STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

“I think that guy jus’ broke his fuckin’ jaw.”

He has to contain his ability to keep a straight face considering bars were always so amusing to go to.

“Aw this is fuckin’ great.”

[laedio-blog]

@faithbound:

taking a new pseudonym every now and then and jumping into new settings can be quite refreshing as well as motivating! i did, and do that, every now and then whenever i hit a negative patch and it helps out a ton! you do you, i support whatever decision you make for the sake of your own mental health ♥

mmm it sounds so tempting,  i just... dont know if im ready to abandon my current blogs,  because if i just change my name but keep the blogs then everyone will still know it’s me,  so then what’s the point...

and then i’m also just,, worried i’ll lose myself if i take on a new name... i was going to take a penname completely unrelated to my real name and then i just , felt like that wasn’t me,  like i was just lying. and then even going by sel took me months to get used to; i felt fake for the longest time... i’m afraid i wont be able to connect to a new penname and then that’ll bring all sorts of new troubles and insecurities so will it really be worth it...

im just bleughb because i like marce, i really want to make this work,  make them work but aaaa im just,,,, i dont actually want to go at all i just want to make this work but i dont know how

well i do they’re just all things idont think i can do,  im not brave or confident enough to reach out,  all i can think to do is make my blogs attractive enough for others to approach but that’s not really the way to go either, that just feels like me being lazy and its unfair because mutual effort is supposed to be a thing

im sorry i ended up rambling way too much, i jsut needed to get it out of my system heurhg ;;

[toxkas]

"I have learned to watch everything die." From alexej!

deathless ♚ sentence meme

“D-Don’t go, please.”

Delicate fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt, head downcasted as a feeble voice broke through plump lips. Her physique had seen the turmoil of this war, she wasn’t equipped to be so close to the frontlines. Already porcelain skin was marred by cuts, and bruises that gave her skin an unhealthy purple hue. 

"I have learned to watch everything die." 

Azure orbs looked to him, her hold faltering at his words. Would he leave them here? Stranded—at the mercy of the Akuma. It was an answer she knew, but couldn’t bear to listen. Breath hitched as she turned away— running back to the cowering villagers who hide in the shadows. 

She wouldn’t rely on his protection.

[kiiruna-aa]

text to jonas from sebastian: will you be disappointed in me if i don't go to college right away? i know my parents most likely will get upset about it. but i need a year, at least a year, to figure out what i want to do. i'm so sick of school and i think college will kill me. is it stupid if i wait... ? i wanna make you as proud as i can jonas, i really do! but i don't think i can do college right away... i want to work instead!! and i'll work super hard i promise!!!

msg // sebastian 😸

hey… i would never be disappointed in you. there are lots of things that would disappoint me but i know i don’t have to worry about any of those things from you.

msg // sebastian😸

i’m sorry if i seemed like i needed you to go to college right away by how i talk! i wanted you to work hard in school so you could get into college, but that’s whenever you want, wherever you want ( except australia because it’d be too difficult for me to visit you there ).

msg // sebastian😸

i know you work hard! you’ve already had a part-time job and that’s better than i did when i was your age. in sweden, lots and lots of young adults take one to three year breaks from studying in order to work or travel. if you jump into college without knowing if that’s exactly what you want to do, you will probably end up dropping out and losing all that money! it’s better to wait and find something you really love and want to educate yourself in. not everyone is the same.

msg // sebastian😸

there is nothing stupid about waiting, as long as you’re not just sitting unemployed, effortless, spoiled on your parents’ couch with no plan. be the adult you want to be! i will always support you. 💕 ( in other words, if you do end up unemployed, effortless and spoiled on a parents’ couch, it’ll probably be mine, because i’m weak like that )

[fluera]

“You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.” protective dragon noises

(   ✿   ) THE ROOM SMELLS MUCH TOO STERILE AND THE STARK WHITENESS that begged and reminded of its cleanness and safety in its regard. But he can’t help but to be REMINDED OF HIS CARELESSNESS. And it’s not to himself that which he feels hints of that guilt, but toward the one whom wraps protective barriers around a lithe frame and cradles him close. It’s not to he himself who tastes that hint of guilt on his tongue for, but for his beloved whom rushed to his side the MOMENT tired eyes opened.

He’s always worked hard. But is it fitting to be called ‘hard’ when it’s ALL HE’S KNOWN and what he thinks is just and the very best he should be doing? But he works nonetheless; forgetful of himself in the place of meeting deadlines and commissions for the sake of happy clientele. He forgoes sleep and food completely-- but NEVER with a purpose of wanting to cause harm to himself, but they are things his mind finds no trouble in OVERLOOKING ALTOGETHER for the sake of meeting other people’s needs before his own.

But that morning, it CAUGHT UP TO HIM. He’d bidded his beloved adieu through message, praying to see his lover at the end of the day where he’d finally get to properly ENJOY HIS COMPANY without any interference. Their time together had gained a small strain due to a sudden influx of clients-- but business and life happens. But excited, Peony looks forward to sinking into a proper embrace with the ONE who holds his heart.

And Uruha has warned him many times to not overwork himself. He’s cautioned him and promptly laid out to be mindful and to NOT BREAK APART... because for Uruha, he was everything to him and there would never the intention to let him down. But on that day he has. 

It is a mixture of sleepless nights and an empty stomach that has the WHOLE EARTH SPINNING on its axis and had Mae collapsing on the job. He’s thankful in retrospect it wasn’t in front of any clients, either. The artist does not recall much but stark white walls and the lulled sound of his own heart on a monitor. How Uruha is at his side, he knows not of-- likely his fellow artists contacting the body guard through his own phone. But THE MOMENT HE STIRS in the hospital bed, he feels a presence at his side and a warmth enveloping him all at once. And it’s a home to him he feels within seconds; a hand that is hooked to IVs is reaching up to stroke up a broad back TO COMFORT as jade hues, tired and surrounded by dark circles flutter open.

It’s natural for his tongue to spill into his natural dialect; a tired and soft voice IN CONTRAST to Uruha’s brute and deep chiding. “Gomenasai, Uruha... It was never my intention for you to see me break...”

A MEME I DON’T CARE TO LOOK FOR       // not accept.     @faithbound

[scvaqes]

( &. for @faithbound )

       " the level of relatability from watching that video about pet owners having the WEIRDEST conversations with their dogs is at least ninety-two percent --- and i don't even own a DOG. "

[kiiruna-a]

who said tinder matches were easy? daniel certainly didn't. bent down on the ice, in the middle of stretching, he takes notice of the goaltender stretching next to him. something about his face seemed familiar and it's not until he gets proper eye contact he realizes WHO it is. face turns red and eyes fall straight back onto the ice in front of him. who would have a thought? a tinder match o n the opposing side. was it too late to run off?

     jonah had spotted him almost immediately. it was to take for granted, however. he had recognized him the first time he saw his picture. an nhl player isn’t difficult to miss when it comes to the eyes of a striver towards a higher division, someone who watches, analyses & sometimes even bets on some of the many matches. he had his head in the game & his ear in the  locker room & at the sport bars. he knew he was a hockey player, even though the other hadn’t bothered to put it anywhere on his profile. jonah understood; cause he was the same.     maybe that’s why he had started writing to him, out of all people. a hope, a spark. a gut feeling that this was his one shot at something he never thought he could have; a friend, a something more… someone like him.     it’d been a disappointment every time that the other had canceled plans on him, he could admit that. however, if there was one thing jonah was, it was stubbornly sociable. he hadn’t let it stop him. every sudden change of plans was a match lost, but it only took one match won to take him to here. face to face. fuck… he hadn’t thought about this. he didn’t want it to be like this. he wanted it to be planned, he wanted to be able to talk to him, he wanted to introduce himself properly, not trough the loud speakers hanging on the tall ceiling above them.     how did he save this?     with a goaltender’s instinct, he went up from his stretched position on the ice, standing tall upon layers & layers of gear. daniel had seen him ( he looked away, what did that mean? was he scared? scared that jonah would out him, scared that jonah would be mad at him? angry? ). jonah felt a change of mind. his confidence faltered, wavering, coming back & disappearing like shadows as you walk along a well-lit street in the pitch black night. he wanted to help him.     all he could do was smile. a comforting pat with his stick upon the other’s leg would be seen by thousand & thousands of people, which would raise more questions than he could stand up against. he figured daniel wasn’t looking at him, not anymore, but he smiled anyway, gazing with soft, warm eyes over at him. when he was back in the locker room, he could send away a text––– maybe he could offer him a beer for the loss? the thought made butterflies fly wild inside his pre-game guts.

     ( he’s even more handsome in person. )

[likecottxncandy-blog]

"hey now ---" he said, arms rising softly. "don't go around blaming people for their scents, some of us do have a somewhat stronger sweat, yeah, but that doesn't make us dirty!" by accident he had been pushed into the other, Red's open shirt revealing way too much of both his chest and sweat.

     she couldn’t help but take a step back, scrunching up her nose. “ okay, you could cut all of that sometimes and it would probably get better. and you still haven’t said sorry for for bumping into me. ”