#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 ✨

[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.” 

[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 ;;

[neverforgiiven]

"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you." from Gerasim

deep DEEP starters ! ( accepting ! ) 

during the time that the girl had nurtured the strange man to health in his time of need ( albeit shorter than anticipated ), it seemed that he had grown rather … curious of her. perhaps it was simple curiosity in order to understand one’s companion, or even to better grasp the situation around one’s self, but either manner was one that she found quite bizarre for someone like herself to be placed in ( for no one truly bothered to tug at the mask that was sewn upon her soul, no one truly attempted to understand a single thing behind the words that spilled from smiling lips - it was easier not to, understandably so ). but perhaps her defensiveness had been misplaced somewhere ; she had boundaries, yes, but perhaps it wasn’t polite for her to lash out in such a manner. had she made such words sound such a way? she wasn’t all too sure. 

“i - i don’t - “ she’d falter, a quaking sigh slipping from her lips as she frowned to herself, gnawing at her lip quite anxiously. a shaking hand would sheepishly rake a hand through tousled locks of hair, dull eyes unable to meet his just yet ( but feeling the calculating and rather intrusive gaze bore into her nonetheless ). “i don’t view you … as my enemy,” she managed to mumble, pursing her lips in thought as she sneaked a glance over to him, then back to plush of the pillow in her hands. “i - i just - “ she had barriers that were far too thick to be broken down so carelessly ( if she were to create a crack in the convenient mask now, what would he say if he caught a glimpse of the girl that cowered behind it ? ).

“i’m sorry,” the girl finally breathed out, eyes fluttering closed for a fleeting moment. “i got - i got defensive,” she admitted, eyes lingering on the pattern of the pillow in her hands, fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of the pillow. “i just - people, they don’t … they don’t often … ask so much.” they were rather shallow in that manner. 

allowing her expression to soften, her eyes would finally meet his ( to allow him to understand her sincerity in its fullest ). “considering this, i - i can understand why you’d want to know so much. for me, however, it may … it may take time. that would most likely be the enemy you propose.” the very same walls that she surrounded herself with were the same walls that isolated herself from others, and while she understood the necessity of allowing others into her life, she also was bared to the gritty reality of the necessity to protect one’s self from the ( rather painful ) wrongdoings from those around them. no one had influenced her enough to allow her to change such a philosophy, and if one would, it would take far too much time for their patience. 

“if you wish to know more about me, i - i can only give so much at a time. so please … if you wish to, please be patient with me, okay?” fingers were tender, ghost like as they found his hand that was closest ( careful, knowing better than to disrupt his comfort, his personal space ), lingering atop his for a moment. “maybe, you … maybe what you wish to know could be satisfied in that time, if you are willing to wait.” 

she didn’t expect him to linger for too long, though ( perhaps that would benefit the both of them ).

[ofvaricty-a]

@faithbound

“i don’t have all day... speak up or i’ll just fucking leave you here...”

[neverforgiiven]

dark eyes lingered on the man before her, brow furrowed in an attempt to focus on his stature ( analyzing him, somewhat ; could he possibly need something else ? could he be hurt ? she didn’t know, but noting his distress, she couldn’t help but worry herself ). his request did not go unheard, however, the girl nodding quickly in acknowledgement of his words. 

“of course,” she’d manage, eyes fluttering over from the man before her to find a diner nearby. “can - can you walk? i - i can hold you up, um, maybe find you a place to sit?” she wasn’t certain if he’d collapse there, or if he’d settle to sit on the ground, but for now the priority was of what he requested ( quivering hands absentmindedly began to shuffle through her wallet, a few dollars pulled into her clutch to then shove her wallet back in her pocket once more - that would be enough for a bottle of water in the store ). // @faithbound continued from here ! 

[ofvaricty-a]

faithbound replied to your post: not only .h.ack games are based on online games...

.hack is, by far, one of the greatest gifts to humanity. i love that franchise s o damn much; i even role played Kite from the 2002 games at some point! the fandom was — pretty disturbing tho

i’m glad i found someone who sees the series the same way i do. i found out about the games when i was like in school around what?? 10? 11 yo?? boy i did enjoy the series. i loved every character tbh!

[heartfeltflowers-a]

You’ve all suffered with me. Thank you! I’m so grateful to have made so many new friends in such a short time and I love you all so much!!

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I’m pretty sure I forgot people but trust me I love you all!!!!!

[aonaichte-blog]

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                   Ship hoarders is a huge one for me. Don't get me wrong, I love shipping myself! It's amazing. What I mean are the ones  who write in their rules that they are "selective" and "work from chemistry" yet they immediately jump on the ship wagon as soon as they can and you're lucky to find an interaction that doesn't have them shipping. I've had a number of instances in which I've plotted friendships with other muns and within two replies their muse suddenly has a crush and this detailed heartache for my muse? How the hell did that happen? Not only does it make me uncomfortable (especially since alot of people have a way of making you feel guilty if you don't wanna ship), my muse is immediately pushed away because they are uncomfortable now hence why these interactions tend to immediately die. It takes time for relationships to develop just like in real life and it takes getting to know one another. Yes, even when plotted. Unless a romantic plot is spoken of then it's just not right in my mind to immediately go down the romantic route. Let things flow, see how they develop.

                   Perhaps the biggest reason I don't like this is because FRIENDSHIPS AND FAMILIES ARE SO CUTE. Why are they overlooked so much? Sibling rivalries, the stories of parents, two friends who can be cute but also rant to one another about their ex-lovers without being a sex-friend right after -- Gimme all that cute platonic/family shit!