#healing us beatiful

[enii]

Healing💕

[sweetdreamspootypie]

The piercers keep reminding and recommending that I don't sleep on my side for at least another 3 months

But (to use the Tumblr phrase) I sleep like a rotisserie chicken

They suggest using like an airplane travel pillow thing but I still can't really see how that will help

We've managed to save the helix pericing but the lobe one healed over in like. Less than 12 hours. So I have to wait a couple weeks to heal fully and then repierce and start from scratch on that one.

[odusseus-xvi]

The French Speakers lore update cause we keep getting fed I'm not complaining ever again

General French lore :

- The Plane crash was planned. The survival of the five was planned, the deaths of the pilot and co-pilot are not considered casualties by the Federation. "He" was succesful in this mission.

- A flight attendant survived the crash but was heavily injured. Is currently under care from the Federation.

- (all of this was found by Baghera while looking for infos on her origins.)

ETOILES :

- Is an anthropomorphic Cucumber. Origins unknown.

- Has seen and been attacked by the Code on his first day while away from Spawn. Has missed every apparition for a while after that.

- Got his first fight against it during the election dinner. Ensued fights after fights for a while, with him being victorious in every single one of them.

- Got led and trapped in the Nether for a week. In which he was tasked with finding CPV02 , a legendary shield which counters the Code Sword. He found it and came back to the Island.

- Was then led to a coliseum where Code Pomme tried to trick him. He won the fight and got a broken half of a code sword : renamed IMMORTAL. Got a full sword at a later fight, and multiple messages telling him to "protect."

- His left arm started to use the power of the shield to heal itself. He lost his left eye in the process.

- Lost a fight against three Codes after that. Lost his Shield, Sword, and will to fight.

- Got taunted by the Codes and accepted some kind of rematch, which he won. The Code then made a proposal, help their fight against the Federation, and get his Shield back. He accepted, though said he would betray the alliance if they hurt thé islanders or the eggs.

BAGHERA JONES :

- Is a Duck-Human hybrid.

- Received a black Shulker with coordinates in her castle leading her to her childhood room. She was left shocked from remembering. The Federation retrieved her to prevent her from dying. She "woke up" around 2 weeks later in a Federation treatment room, which led back to her castle though a tp plate.

- Following informations are what she found in Books looking for her past.

- She was raised, experimented on and tortured by the Federation when she was little. She tried to escape by using a boat and a distraction using fire, but she failed.

- She had two caretakers. One was nice. The other replaced the first one, and looked like it, but was mean.

- She was fully created by the Federation along with other hybrids. She was probably a succesful attempt.

- Back to recent évents.

- She is extremely perturbed by the informations she got, and has been questionning her aliegeance to people of the Island.

- She burned any books that indicates her link to the Federation.

- Found a book containing coordinates and passwords of Fédération experimental laboratories, and departed to find out more.

- Was hired by the Federation to work at an extremely remote Federation Winery (1M blocks away from Spawn.) and traveled for a full week straight using one of his machines.

AYPIERRE :

- Is supposedly human.

- Started having dreams of having brain surgery performed by a White Bear. Succesfully built a Dream Printer Machine and printed this dream, proving it is actually a memory.

- Was appointed a health check by Cucurucho. It performed test on him, asking questions about his physical and mental health.

- Found hidden documents written by Fred. Following informations are what it relates :

- The Federation were after information he posess. They tortured him till almost death. They instead brought him back to health and got the information through performing brain surgery. (What they are after is currently unknown)

- Back to recent évents.

- He received a ticket to Quesadilla Island numbered 004 through the dice room.

- While falling asleep with the radio on, he received a vocal message from what seems like Cucurucho talking to it's "beatiful robot" and saying it was left behind, and would come back. He also received text message telling him that he would find thé answers by sleeping and dreaming.

ANTOINE DANIEL :

- ???

- Has a fourth face. It is hidden for a reason.

- Types "I hope you enjoy the island" in the global chat a bit too much for my tastes.

KAMETO :

- Left and is currently missing.

[sinfulslytherin]

New eternity.

Warning: sexual content

Summary: Draco lets you sleep over after your arranged husband treats you like shit.

I close the bathroom door behind me as I re-enter Dracos room.

The blonde boy already placed himself under the blanket of his huge king sized bed.

I can see the upper part of his toned chest peek out from underneath the sheets.

I don't realize my stare until Draco points it out.

"This could be all yours, Amara." Draco exclaims with a smug smirk and a sarcastic voice, clearly mocking me for staring.

"You mean your annoying ass? No thank you." I smirk while making my way over to the bed.

I make myself comfortable as I slip under the sheets.

As I move my legs, I feel something warm against my toes as I hear a shriek.

My eyes quickly wander over to Draco.

"What the hell, Amara! Keep your freezing feet on your side of the bed."

The blonde boy complains.

A grin plasters on my face as I take my opportunity to tease him a bit.

I scoot closer to him in a swift move as my legs touch his.

Again.

"You are such a child!-Sto-" Draco starts to complain again and tries to build some distance between us

but is quickly interrupted by another cold touch of mine.

Loud laughs escape my from my lips.

"Aww, are you going to cry?-Do I see some tear-"

I am the one who gets interrupted this time. Draco throws himself on top of me and grabs my arms and pins them down.

The grin that was plastered on my face only a few seconds ago vanishes completly.

I look up and stare into his cold, grey eyes.

Draco stares right back at me.

Not saying a word.

His eyes wander down to my lips and further down to my thighs, which got exposed as soon as we started moving more and more, pushing the blanket away from us.

The silence eats me up alive before he finally opens his mouth.

"You seem pretty happy for a girl who is entangled in a fake, forced and abusive marriage."

His eyes never leave mine.

"Maybe that's because I'm with you." I blurt out my feelings.

His eyes slightly widen but he tries to hide his suprise.

Did I just confess that he makes me happy?

Wait-

Does he make me happy?

My mind wanders off to the thoughts of Draco defending me against Graham earlier.

Draco saying that he cares.

I have the feeling that I might have a chance to heal when I am by his side.

The therapy session in my brain is interrupted by Dracos voice.

"It's so hard to tell sometimes."

I look up at him, visibly confused.

"To tell what?" I ask.

"To tell what's going on inside that little head of yours." Draco says as he uses his index finger to tip on my forehead.

I smile softly.

"A lot."

"Tell me."

"That would take an eternity."

"I'd spend my eternity with you."

We both fall silent.

Dracos eyes wander down to my lips.

Back up to my eyes.

And then my lips again.

He suddenly crashes his lips on mine.

He kisses me as his left hand rests on my waist and the other one is on my cheek.

His tounge enters my mouth after I gladly accept it.

His tounge fights for dominance.

And wins.

As always.

His right hand leaves my cheek and slowly makes his way to my clothed breasts.

"May I?" Whispers Draco against my lips.

I lightly push him off of me as I sit back up. Draco looks visibly confused, probably scared that he might have done something wrong.

I suddenly take my shirt off in a swift motion, leaving me in nothing more than the boxers that Draco gave me. Dracos eyes widen and I can see him turn red.

"Yes. You may." I say as I look him in the eyes.

His eyes darken as he suddenly pushes me back down and kisses me.

"You are so fucking perfect." Draco suddenly says in betweens the kisses.

His face wanders down to my breast.

He teases me by licking my nipple lightly.

Small moans start to leave my lips.

He suddenly starts to suck on my nipple, pushing me into a whimpering state.

"Fuck...you're so beatiful. Who is my beautifuly slut, hm?"  Draco suddenly asks, instantly creating a throbbing feeling between my legs.

"I-I am..." I try to answer.

He pushes himself up again as he makes his way even further down.

His fingertips reach the boxers as he looks up at me.

I nod, signaling him my permission.

He takes off the thin fabric, leaving me completly naked now.

He looks at me one last time before I can feel his lips on my inner thighs.

He kiss es his way up.

He keeps on kissing, teasing the living shit out of me.

"D-Draco-"

"I'ts Sir."  He says as he suddenly bites my inner thigh

"Sir...stop t-teasing." I moan out due to the pain.

Draco actually listens and he suddenly sucks on my clit. His tounge moving against my sex gives me a feeling of being drunk, eventhough I am clearly sober.

The euphoric feeling doesn't stop and more moans slip out of my mouth as my craving for his touch rises up inside of me.

I can feel him pushing his tounge inside.

"Fuck me..." I suddenly moan out.

Draco stops in his tracks, clearly suprised by my words.

His eyes meet mine and he seems to search for any kind of uncertainty.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"Yes. I want you inside of me...please." I moan, craving his touch.

"Fuck.." Draco growls as he suddenly pulls down his boxers...

Read the rest here~

[ask-lawrenceoleander]

WARNING

18+, Necrophilia, Dead Body, NSFW, Non Con.

PLEASE take these warnings seriously. Im not putting them here for no reason.

This took so long to write :'3

//A few nights had passed after Lawrence's last little 'incident'. His hand was still fucked up but at least it was healing. He was able to actually use it now and move his fingers slightly. Right now he was out. He was able to slip out quietly and not be seen by anyone as he made his way towards the forest near the small city he lived in. A small black backpack rested on his shoulders, whatever inside making small clinking noises each time he walked going into the forest. It was quiet. Only the faint sound of leaves crunching and small animal noises could be heard. Lawrence didnt even seem to be worried about any wildlife that may be watching him. As he traversed through the forest he finally made his way to a clearing. Tall grass filled the small open area. Fireflies flew around, making small hums as they passed by Lawrence's ear. It was peaceful. The moonlight lit the area as it seemed to be the only thing Lawrenced used for light. He looked around for a moment before pulling the packpack off his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. A small zip could be heard as Lawrence opens the bag, grabbing what looked like pieces of a tactical shovel and pulling it out. He pulled out each piece before screwing them in one by one to form a full sized shovel. The head was a bit small but it would do. He stands, glancing around once more before looking down into the tall grass. It went up to his knees. He walked forward a bit, almost like he was searching for something. It wasnt until he found a small patch of grass shorter then the rest he stopped. Lawrence stepped on the ground slightly. It was softer then the rest. Then with a swift motion, he raises his shovel and slams it down into the ground. The sound of popping from the grass roots could be heard as lawrence began digging up the small area. The ground beneath him seemed very...loose. Almost like this wasnt the first time it was dug up. He slams the shovel down over and over, making the small hole bigger and bigger. It wasnt until a loud crunching sound could be heard he stopped. He looked down, lifting the shovel up slowly and painting slightly. The shovel falls to the ground making a small tink. Lawrence grabs his shirt and wipes his face before kneeling down at the hole and using his hands to seemingly dig up the rest. Dirt covered his bandaged knuckles and dug under his nails. After a bit he stopped and looked down..staring at the prize that awaited him underneath the earth. Displayed infront of him was what looked like a dead body. It wasnt even recognizable. The flesh decaying around the bone and skin eaten by bugs. The smell of rot was potent. Lawrence didnt seem to mind though. Instantly he reached his hand down, continuing to pant from his work as he caressed the rotten face infront of him// "d-did you miss me?..." //he says. Was he...talking to it? He continues// "i know its been awhile..i thought i saw someone watching me last time so i had to wait a bit.." //a small smile seemed to form on his tired looking face// "it looks like you changed a little...but your still beatiful dont worry." //he says, continuing to caress the rot and bone infront of him before pulling his hand lower to the chest of the body. Ripped cloths lucky covered it. He looked away, almost blushing as he continued to smile// "i-i thought maybe..we could hang out a little yknow...get..to know each other better..." //he was talking to this thing like it was a living..breathing person...

Lawrence went quiet for a moment before biting his lip and looking back down at the rotted body. He pulled his hand away, glancing around himself once more before looking back. He leaned down slowly, his breath fogging slightly from the cold air around him. He held himself up on the edges of the hole before leaning down towards the rotted skull. He stopped just infront of the face. Or what was left of it. Lawrence eyed it a little before mumbling// "your so beatiful..." //he says as he leans down a little further and closes his eyes before planting a small kiss on the teeth of the skull. His lips dirtied slightly from the unclean teeth. He stops for a moment only to lean forward once again and planting one more kiss on the rotted teeth before leaning up. He began breathing heavily. Lawrence pulled his arm up and used the end of his sleeve to wipe his dirty lips. He couldn't help himself. It was so tempting..

As he stared down at the body infront of him he could help but feel..turned on. He pulled his hand down to his sweatpants, gently palming himself infront of the body as he whispers// "i-i hope you d-dont mind..." //he says, rubbing himself to the display infront of him. It was horrible. It was disgusting. But he continued. He was hard in seconds, a blush covering his face and heat filling his body. He bit his lip slightly and made soft sounds from rubbing himself. He was..really getting off to this. Lawrence tilted his head to the side slightly before stopping his soft motions over his clothed cock.// f-fuck.. //He mumbles. Slowly he pulled his hand up a little more, his fingertips just barely going under his waistband before going further down.

Snap.

Lawrences head jerks to the side as his eyes widen. His hand was pulled out of his pants as he looks directly in the direction of the twig snap and stares into it for a few moments. He stayed to long. Quickly Lawrence gets to his feet and grabs the shovel from before. He begins reburying the body without a second thought. His heart was racing. Every so often he would glance back at the direction of the twig snap in fear of something being there. He takes no time covering the body once again. He stomps the rest of the dirt into the ground a bit before throwing some of the taller grass onto it. He practically ran back towards his bag, dismantling the shovel in the process before grabbing the bag and throwing the dirty metal pieces into it. Lawrence glanced back at the direction of the snap before throwing the bag over his shoulders and beginning to run out of the forest. His heart felt like it was pounding out his chest. Hopefully whatever made that sound was just an animal..//

[midnightw4tch3r]

Because I love you. It consumes me in unwavering emotions. I want you in ways I've never felt.

To know you from the inside out, I want to touch your heart the same way you've touched mine from the very beginning. You're everything to me.

I want to know how you are, how you manage to shine in my eyes and mind even as everything else tears me apart. I'll protect you, in ways you've healed me-unseen.

You're an angel, I'll let everyone else see what a beatiful soul you have, what a pretty smile you share, and how lovely your words are.

I want to share your warmth, to feel you beside me, and love you unconditionally. Without limits, without doubt.

Can I be the one you love? As I look at you from afar for the time being, as I reach for you. The world shatters around us as I finally touch your skin for the first time, the weight of my shoulders gone.

To embrace you in to know what love is like.

[pupmkincake2000]

So, I never thought that I'd play Baldur's Gate 3, since turn-based RPGs are not my thing. But I was literally persuaded to play this game and I just have to share my impressions.

I did watch shorts and videos on YouTube, so I was aware of the world and characters before playing. That's why I decided to start Gale's origin

and I think if I decide to replay the game, I will choose him again, since he is the best. Yes, I think he is. I love good characters, kind, sympathetic, a little ambitious, gentle and loyal. And Gale fits my taste standards perfectly. He kind of reminds me of a sweet Hank Anderson from Detroit: Become Human. Noble, kind, gentle and faithful.

And, the funniest thing is that I decided to romance Astarion. Playing as Gale.

But not because I like Astarion.

On the contrary (and now hear me out), the more I played, the more he annoyed me, and I didn’t understand why people were so crazy about him. I mean, if you want him to like you, you need to do morally questionable things. Not to mention he is absolutely not my type, I never liked characters like him. That is, Astarion is the embodiment of everything that disappoints me in characters.

And you can talk as much as you like about his life being difficult. Because this does not justify many of his actions.

However, the ship itself works surprisingly well. I mean, I really like Gale and I don't like Astarion, but their ship surprisingly works. And now in a ship Astarion seems much... likable?

Basically, they are a perfect complement to each other, which is exactly the type of relationship I love. They help each other, they do not “fix” each other, but complement each other. They heal each other. Their relationship is not abusive if both work on this relationship, and the love between them is that type of love that happens probably once in a century. And to be honest, I don't want to make Astarion an ascended vampire (I haven't finished the game yet), I'm sure Gale will find a way for him to walk in the sun without the ritual.

Well, now to the other characters. Karlach and Wyll

are just two incredible sunshines. I tried to build friendly relations with them, I didn’t choose flirt while answering their lines, but for some reason they still ended up offering me sex, and it was really awkward and painful to turn them down.

So I just started shipping them together because it's another type of relationship I enjoy. It’s a pity that their couple is not popular (is there such a pairing at all?). This is the perfect “enemies to lovers” ship and it’s a shame that they can’t, like in some games, flirt with each other if they don’t have any affair with the main character .

I have almost nothing to say about Shadowheart, I’m not particularly interested in her (my party consists mainly of Astarion, Karlach and Lae'zel), but I think she has enough fans.

Halsin… oh, he is a magnificent man, and I would have romanced him if not the reasons. But I want you to know that he is also an incredible sunshine too, kind soft teddy bear who I wanted to hug and never let go.

And finally, HIM. Mysterious Guest. I knew this was an emperor, but I really liked the look I've created for him! I made him look like Hank Anderson, of course he didn’t look exactly like him, but nevertheless… I think he turned out very beautiful.

Let me scream about this beaty for a while!

In general, apart from problems with the gameplay (it took me a long time to get used to it), the game is really nice. The only thing that, it seems to me, would be worth changing is the permissiveness of choices when you go through the origin of any of the main characters, as was done with the Dark Urge. I mean, Wyll, Karlach and Gail are sunshines, so I absolutely can't believe that they are capable of doing bad things. If you can't avoid bad deeds when playing as the Urge, why can't you make it so that good characters are unable to do bad deeds? Would you really believe that Gale, Wyll or Karlach would be capable of slaughtering the whole village of children? For example, I believe that Astarion most likely would not have saved Shadowheart in the first act; he behaves selfishly throughout the entire first act. But I don’t believe that Karlach, Wyll and Gale would be capable of leaving her caged.

So, yeah, that's it.

[cljordan-imperium]

Fabron - OC Gifted to @blind-the-winds

FC - Matthew McNulty

Fabron is a metalsmith, a magic wieldier who is able to use his powers to shape and form metal at will. He can create ornate armor that can withstand the perils of battle. It will retain its beaty through heavy abuse because of the mystical powers that he weaves into the craftsmanship of the pieces he creates. Each piece is meant to protect the wearer from harm, and also to indicate their status within the army. Unlike many cultures, within his, the less the armor shows signs of battle, the higher the soldier is thought to be in terms of status. Battle worn armor is the sign of someone of low station, and no one who wears Fabron's armor is ever thought to be of that.

Among Fabron's people, what class of mage you would be is determined around the age of 12. At that time, you are put through a series of tests to ascertain what your strongest attributes are. For Fabron, his were in metal bending and medicine. Although he wanted to be a healer, there were already those in his class who were more adept at healing, so he was moved into the metalsmith category. One of his mentors at the time instructed him to think of the pieces he created as being a type of preventative medicine. He was keeping the soldiers of their people from requiring the services of the healers, and the better he got at crafting the armor, the better protected the soldiers would be.

From then on Fabron studied all of his material hard. His goal was to become the best metalsmith that his people had ever seen. He would create and test many pieces, putting them through his own series of tests to see if they would survive. Even those pieces that were considered quality by the military were often considered inferior to Fabron. It was because of this that it was in no short time that he was the favored metalsmith of many of the elite guard.

It was several years after he had been working as a metalsmith to the army that Fabron suffered his first loss of a soldier. To this day he is not sure what was different about the way he wove and enchanted the helm for the soldier. What he missed or forgot when doing the work. Maybe he had been distracted, or the metal had been inferior and he missed it. In the end, it didn't matter what had been the issues, the soldier still perished in a violent and bloody battle.

While none of those who owned any of Fabron's armor doubted him, nor did any of those who were in queue to obtain armor from him. However, Fabron still felt the failure deep within his soul and from then forward, he would pour more of himself into each piece that he wove. More enchantments, more focus, more craftsmanship of all kinds. Also, before any piece was given to the soldier who would bear it, Fabron would test it personally, putting it through tests that even in battle it would not face. Only those pieces who passed would ever be given to a soldier. One loss was one too many for the metalsmith.

-armor is from various royal collection of Europe dating from 1500-1700A.D.

@blind-the-winds

@saltysupercomputer @pheita @writingmaidenwarrior @thebejeweledwatercat @dreaminggoblin @korblez @toribookworm22 @spookyceph @aziz-reads

[possumsandprose]

Reflections

A little something for @lucienweekofficial! This piece is very sad, but the idea came to me while listening to Stay by Zedd and Alessia Cara and I am a hoe for angst. Anyway, here we go.

Word Count: 1042

Warnings: a fluffy scene, but also a lot of angst and sadness. No HEA. I love Lucien I swear I do I just love angst more.

Lucien looked out over the cliff face behind Vassa’s manor. Even though he lived there, it had never really felt like home. Nowhere ever really had, he thought, Spring was nice, but it was not home. He was simply a guest who had overstayed his welcome for a few centuries. And Autumn Court… He tried not to let his mind wander back there too often, as it would only cause him pain. But he couldn’t deny it. He missed the reds, the browns, the golds, and the oranges that painted the landscape. He missed the sprawling woods, unmatched by anywhere else he’d been, full of leaf piles, and huge fallen trees, the woodland creatures who had grown to become his closest friends as a youngling.

He missed his mother, her sweet voice as she read to him when he was little, or as they walked through the gardens discussing nothing and everything together when he was older. He missed the smell of freshly ripened apples, and of the sweet caramel drifting from some shop in town, and the burnt aroma of wood smoke, mixed with cinnamon and cloves. Above all, though, Lucien missed her. Her infectious laugh, silky hair, wide smile, and rosy cheeks. Her iridescent wings, and how they fluttered behind her whenever she got excited by something, which was frequent. Her quick wit and sharp tongue, something that got her in trouble many times over but had only made him fall for her all the harder. He moved on as best he could, although wounds such as that never truly heal. Just like the scar across his face, the scar across his heart from staring down at her bloody, broken body would never truly fade, though time might dull the throb. It was always hardest to ignore today, however. Because it was her birthday. Birthday celebrations with Jesminda were always delightful and joyous. He thought back fondly to their tradition of eating peanut cake for her birthday ever since the second one they’d celebrated together. Baking had always been her favourite thing to do, so instead of getting a cake beforehand they had decided to bake one that day. However, skilled though Jes might be in the kitchen, Lucien wouldn’t know a whisk from a spatula. He blamed this lack of skill on being raised in a palace where descending into the kitchens and making food was strictly forbidden because it was “the work of women and slaves, and not something a High Lord’s son ought to dabble in,” which had earned him an eyeroll and a muttered comment of “spoiled baby.” He had chosen to ignore this given its veracity.

They were putting the final touches in it-mixing in the chocolate chunks, which was less than half of what the recipe called for owing to the fact they had eaten most of it seconds after slicing it up. “Can you grab that bag up there,” she had said to him, pointing to a shelf on the pantry, “and pour it in? Once you’re done stir it up and do whatever that cooking trick is you do with your fire. I have to run and grab the candles, I forgot them in the other room.” She left, and Lucien went over to the shelf. He truthfully had no idea which bag she was pointing at, so he grabbed the one he thought had been closest to her finger, poured it in, mixed it, and poured it into a tin. He had recently learned that his flame magic could be used to drastically speed the process of cooking things, so he set his hands underneath and around the pan, slowly allowing warmth to course through them and into the sweet treat within. Jes came back right as it was finished, and she stuck all the candles in the cake without even waiting for it to cool, too impatient to let it sit. Lucien lighted the candles with a flick of his wrist, and she blew them all out, beating her wings in glee as she did so. He kissed the top of her head as she cut it, then took a big bite and- “Lucien what did you put in this?” He frowned, absently twirling his hair between his fingers. “I’m not sure, your labelling is horrid. It was the green bag you pointed to” Lucien said. “The green bag-Lucy those were peanuts! I was pointing at the purple bag full of chocolate chips! For cauldron’s sake, what possessed you to put peanuts in here?” she said, laughing with a bewildered expression on her face. “I don’t know!” he responded, “I just assumed you knew what you were talking about.” She sighed, still giggling, and continued to eat despite the lumps of peanut mixed within it. He remembered how they had put peanuts in their cake every year after that, and some days he wished for a slice of chocolate cake filled with the salty nuts, even though it tasted horrible, just for old times’ sake. She had opened her gift from him, later on. Two necklaces, one for her, one for him. “They’re enchanted,” he explained, “a gift from the Day Court. Whenever you touch yours, I will feel it, same as when I touch mine, you will feel yours. That way, we will never be truly apart.” Lucien reached his hand up and stroked his half of the necklace. He still wore it, all those years later. Vassa, Jurian, Tamlin, and Feyre had all nagged him to tell him what its significance was, but he never mentioned it. It was something for them to share, never for others to know. The stone had remained cold for several centuries now, and yet still he wore it, as if hoping if he didn’t give up this last piece of them then she would never fade. Lucien stood, rising up from his brooding. He glanced out at the sun, which was slowly beginning to set, painting the ocean with hues of orange, pink, scarlet, and gold. He clutched the pendant, as he said his final goodbyes. “Goodbye, my little spitfire. I will find you in the next life, as I swore I would. And when I do, we will never be separated again.”

A/N: Thank you for reading, and I hope you liked it! Let me know if you have anything you want to see for Lucien (please I beg you) I want to write more for him.

[lunamagicablu]

Un tempo gli Dei camminarono tra gli uomini, le Muse bellissime, il giovane Apollo, come te guaritore, ispiratore. Sei simile a loro, cammino come se uno dei Beati mi avesse mandato sulla terra, la tua immagine emigra insieme a me dove paziento e opero in amore,fino alla morte. Questo seppi, questo ebbi da te.Fa che si viva! Con te soffro, con te credendo, fedele, lotto per un’età più bella.Per noi è già viva. E forse in anni venturi, quando il Genio riavrà valore, diranno: “Un tempo quei solitari si crearono, amando, un universo segreto, noto solo agli Dei.Quelli che curarono solo ciò che muore, accolse la terra. Ma essi vanno più prossimi alla luce,in alto verso l’Etere. Essi, i fedeli all’amore dell’anima, allo spirito divino, sperando, soffrendo, in silenzio, vinsero il Fato.

Friedrich Hölderlin, “Un tempo gli Dei camminarono tra gli uomini.

art by Lawrence Alma Tadema

*********************Once the Gods walked among men, the beautiful Muses, the young Apollo, like you healer, inspirer. You are similar to them, I walk as if one of the Blessed had sent me to earth, your image emigrates with me where I am patient and work in love,till death. This I knew, this I got from you.Let it live! With you I suffer, with you believing, faithful, I fight for a more beautiful age.For us it is already alive. And perhaps in the coming years, when the Genius will regain its value, they will say: “Once those loners created for themselves, by loving, a secret universe, known only to the Gods.Those who healed only what dies, welcomed the earth. But they come nearer to the light,up to the Ether. They, the faithful to the love of the soul, to the divine spirit, hoping, suffering, in silence, conquered Fate.

Friedrich Hölderlin, “Once the Gods walked among men. 

art by Lawrence Alma Tadema

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The anomalies of Faust med josele part 1

Josele canty is @loosesodamarble oc and fank you this I can write this I hope you like it I did try I need just too get’s warm fuc€ I whas really nervös hope it turn out well my dear Loo 🥲😳😊

It’s all started as Nacht run as child araund and did. try too steal sompfing as he med josele and Morgan did. meed her too Nacht did not try fly away there his wing’s recover from the attack of one of there maids wo she Brock his wing’s they most healed so there are they

Josele whas surprise too see a dark greay wings boy wo loos dam Beaty and perfect skin and changing smell

And a glowing boy whit withe wings whit horns sharp teeth

In the other hand the twins see the first time a Beaty Human wo is good in heart and don’t lie too them

Morgan:It’s nice too meed you josele don’t you Fink brother?

Nacht:…….sure „stare at josele and flaps his wings unsure

Josele :you too I did hear abaut this here live tow Angels my dad told abaut you tow this your were deangerus but you Sems nice too my“smile

Morgan:fank you you too“smile

Nacht:sure

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Josele :um what make you there Nacht?

Nacht go’s araund josele and flap his wings and make birt sound josele smell a stron rose smell from Nacht

Nacht:discover sompfing you one of us now so Morgan and I make wing cleaning

Then her josele Morgan bevor Nacht can say what he want

Morgan: you can come whit us!!! Wuld be fun!!!“smile

Josele:sure „unsure smile

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As they were on wing cleaning bace (a ruin )

Morgan: so you can make The wings good clean

Josele Sid on one site and have one of Nacht wings in hand god is this soft tush she

Nacht:……“a little red in face

Josele: are you ok Nacht?

Nacht:yes but take care my wing’s are really sensitive ok I’m not use too this this someone else tush my wing’s………“looks away

Josele :oh ok „red face

Morgan: you looks like your like Ure wings „smile

Josele:sure you looks so free whit them and they are so soft in Nacht case can I tush you wing’s too Morgan?

Morgan:oh sure“smile

As josele tush the wing from Morgan Fell she this are not feathers it’s skin but it’s looks like feathers

Josele: do my can ask if I can have a feather of your I want a little part of you whit my I know it sound stupid……

Morgan: oh no it’s ok four my at leas but this is skin but“then take Morgan on of his skin feathers and tear it out but it’s don’t bleed

Morgan:here „smile „give josele a feather

Nacht:here is my too „give josele he’s feather too

Josele:they are beautiful fank you you tow“smile

Both twins ged a little red

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Josele have learn this Nacht smell change how his mental ore body behavior is his body smell like roses in Norm but if he fell bad he smells like burn Animals ore so this whas not a good day how it wuld be four Morgan Wunder she there Morgan have a really good smell

Josele learns this Morgan is a tushy person really not this she heat it ore so it fell nice but as she get’s older oh boy even Nacht gave Morgan a head smash this he stops but it’s cute

And josele see Nacht „nest“ it’s so bird like and she did learn this Nobody can get’s close too this minus Morgan and her (leater yami too)she don’t know why but at leas Nacht mus really trust her

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As they go’s into the teen years Start Morgan too Gift her many stuff it’s started small and Nacht begin too make funny and cute Birt sounds araun her

As Morgan her start too Date whas all so nice but Nacht get’s start too get’s really sick

Josele:are you ok Nacht?

Nacht:yes I’m fine don’t worry „gähn

Morgan:Brother……what’s wrong plz just tell my

Nacht:I’m fine I don’t know what’s wrong I-I going sleep

Josele:plz say if you need help Nacht we are here four you“smile

Nacht:sure………“go away

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all what josele can do is just look at Nacht she love him too really but she can’t help even Morgan go’s insane there he can’t do nothing abaud this even his Devil part show more Morgan start too scared people of he let’s just Dr Owen she julius and Yami too Nacht

She is scared abaut Nacht he smells really sick after a wile and start’s too sleep most of the time

Josele go’s time too time too his Room too he’s nest too see how he go’s but he just sleep as she did try to tush he’s wing’s oh boy this whas Not good fell she how the feathers fall of after this did she not try too tush them

Nacht:…..josy what make you here wo is Morgan“gähn

Josele: he take care of sompfing do you need sompfing?

Nacht:No Need how is this going whit Morgan?

Josele : good we want marry if you Fell well Nacht

Nacht:sure what ever“bird noises ?

Josele:you going be good Nacht ok we are here and we Never will leave you

Nacht:I know……..

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Part 3

29. Would Tav like to use gags? Crim: For himself no, definitely not. It would feel a bit insulting, frankly. For others, if it makes them happy, he doesn't mind, but he himself doesn't get anything out of it. Solstice: For himself, he can take them or leave them. For others, he'd really rather hear their beatiful voices. Zaphir: For himself, what's the point?? For others, if it's necessary for a safe noise level, sure.

30. Soft and slow or hard and rough? Crim: Yes. Solstice: Yes, in that order. And then loop. Zaphir: Soft and slow is how you pet a pet, not how you fuck.

31. What’s their favorite toy? Crim: Dildos, dildos everywhere. Animated ones are especially fun. Solstice: You can do a lot of great things with a simple scarf/piece of cloth~ Zaphir: Toys are for babies, (some) children and pet dogs.

32. Does your Tav have sexual fantasies? Crim: Boy does he. Solstice: BOY DOES HE. Zaphir: Only when he's really pent up and has nothing else to do. They help getting off faster. Novel: Oh yes, all the time, but they're all very vague.

33. Is there a companion they would sleep with but not want to date and why? Crim: Gale, just to see what a wizard can bring to the table. Solstice: Lae'zel. He knows they would not be happy with each other long term, but she is very cool and sounds like she knows how to have great sex. Zaphir: He does not date. Sex with Astarion is decent though and he'd also fuck Lae'zel, no question. Novel: Wyll is very handsome and seems like he'd be nice in bed, but he just feels like a future close friend.

34. Can your Tav not have sex for a long period? Crim: He has no idea, but it honestly sounds sad. Solstice: *looks at the camera* He was celibate for over a century because he's a moron. It sucked. Zaphir: Easily. Doesn't mean he enjoys it.

35. Who was your Tav’s first sexual experience? Crim: As far as he knows, a very nice dwarven gentleperson at the Aetherial Sigh, the Upper City's première brothel for a more discerning clientele. Solstice: His room- and class-mate at [combat school I don't care to name], a wizard with whom he proceeded to have five years of adolescently horny sex and experimentation. Zaphir: Some other teenager in his training group who died not long after and who he has long since forgotten.

36. Blood kink? Crim: Very much not. Blood makes him feel bad. Solstice: Nah. He doesn't mind blood as long as it's not a sign of awful injury, but he doesn't find anything sexy about it. Zaphir: Not quite a kink, but there is something attractive about someone bleeding

37. Spanking? Crim: He'd rather not. A playful slap here and there is great, but actual spanking is a no. Solstice: Pretty nice! Both giving and receiving. Zaphir: *shrug* It doesn't do anything for him on either end, but as long as it's quick, he'll do it if its gets the other going.

38. What was the worst moment your Tav felt lust? Crim: Meeting Halsin because Halsin SURE MADE HIM WAIT IN THE WORST WAY Solstice: Every time he saw Eloryn and then had to go to his tent alone. Zaphir: When he's on the job. In general, every time. It's too distracting. Novel: Basically, the last seven years or so, because it just keeps not happening!

39. What is your Tav’s class and how does it affect their sexual life? Crim: Storm Sorcerer, and magic sure gets him going. Solstice: Cleric, which means he can heal every booboo! Zaphir: Monk, so you better not treat him like a fragile little flower.

40. How naughty are they? Does Tav like to tease? Crim: So naughty. Especially if it riles up his partner. Solstice: He's too earnest to be naughty. Zaphir: He has somewhat teased before in order to get a partner into the mood faster, but it's just a tactical decision.

41. What is your Tav's safe word? Crim: "Netheril." Solstice: He'll use whatever his partner likes! With his first partner, 'stop' was totally enough it was not but they were young enough to move on from that so it never occured to him to think of his own. Zaphir: "No." If that's not enough for someone, they won't walk away.

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SATURDAY November 17th at Secret Project Robot Art Space 8ish

In the main Gallery: Return of the Masters + In the side gallery: Overboard 

Jason Robert Bell Blain Vandenberg

Chris Uphues Bridget Donahue

Robert Bell Steak Mtn.

THE RETURN OF THE MASTERS

Chris Uphues, Robert Bell, Jason Robert Bell

 The Masters are men who have completed the evolutionary journey that we are already engaging in. They have their retreats in the mountainous regions of the world. They have known for a long time that they would be required to return to the every day world of men to bring man to the next stage of human evolution.

These great beings appear once in every year at the Wesak festival in which they come forward and give out healing and inspiration as well as a stream of cosmic love from the one divinity known as God. At this time these

Masters will come into our lives and will transform our world.The Masters practice different disciplines and yet are all quite comfortable with each other. The Masters are concerned with the activities of the human race, and are making themselves transmitters of divine energy in hope that we may create a better world.

The Masters who are emerging will one day be in the majority but this will take many eons of time to manifest.Some of these incoming egos that are now in the process of incarnation are very advanced souls and may even be initiates and will later shine as the noon day sun in all of its glory

Soon we are to see the emerging of the World Teacher and so many people will be ready to tread the path of initiation.The first initiation will ,for a long time be considered a major initiation and will enable one to get in control over the forces of the dense physical

plane. 

At the second initiation we are then faced with the violent activity of the astral nature[or the emotional and this may take several incarnation to achieve as this is the most active level of work and needs to be dominated. Some souls will take many incarnations before he can be admitted through the gates of the second initiation for the student must at all costs dispel the astral mist that surrounds them.

Initiation is the gate way to a life more abundant and is the goal of all humanity in this world cycle. For the first time in many thousands of years the divine instructors once again will move and mingle with the human race as they did during the Atlante an time, and will be a time of great discoveries about ourselves as spiritual beings.The great mysteries of initiation will be known to the more advanced members of humanity as they themselves have tread the path for a very long time and are counted as the ones who can

be trusted with the holding of these secrets.There are at this time many who are on the very eve of the first initiation and this is why the ancient mysteries schools are to be established during this new age that we are now entering.

The teacher for this new age is the Master Robert Bell who is the embodiment of the planetary love of the solar and

human life waves.Some of these great ones who have come down the ages are for example,Jesus ,Krishna,the Buddha, Hermes,Yogananda,Dwul Kwull and so on.They have always come at the time of humanity’s greatest need ,such is the condition in the world at this time.Humanity is really sick and tired of all of the injustice in our world at this time and are ready at any cost work towards the establishment of a much more uplifting joyful experience. 

The Masters of Wisdom are the elder brothers of all humanity and love us all very much to the point that they will help us in any way that they can within the law of karma for they have been watch over all humanity for untold thousands of years and they know all about the situation that we are now in and will help in any way that they can.The Masters have always been teaching us about the laws of life and love and how to manifest our most beatiful dreams right here on this manbearing planet.

Over the next few years or so we are to see many of the Masters emerge from their ancient retreats and begin their teaching all over the world. The Masters are here to help us in the building of right human relations with each other and between the other kingdoms in the planet.There are as well about 500 initiates of the 4th initiation who will take the 5th initiation during this coming new age and many of them are along the 2nd ray of aspect which is that of Love Wisdom and is the major ray of this solar system.The bulk of

humanity are along this ray for all of this world cycle and will be for a very long time to come.

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Till the End of the Moon - Episode 17

When I say this is addictive... I know I really should go to bed because I have an early pick up for work tomorrow, but I will never be able to sleep without watching what’s next. I really this is the last episode in this arc, because I will never be able to wait until tomorrow afternoon after my flight to see how it all ends.

As predicted, Sang Jiu turns into a demon. She has a red mark on her forehead and she begs the flower crystal to give her strength to avenge her people by killing Tian Huan. Her eyes turn red and she absorbs all of the deceased, which seems very painful. The flower provides her with a sword and she rushes to complete en revenge.

Mingye is feeling uneasy, but he needs to concentrate on the purification process since it’s perilous.

The upper realm is changing because of Tian Huan’s orders. She’s getting rid of everyone that served Sang Jiu. Meanwhile, she’s coming for you snkae. She really thinks she’s all that. One of the maids talks back, so Tian Huan kills her. Right then word comes that Sang Jiu herself came to apologize to Tian Huan. She definitely came to kick ass. Tian Huan gets rid of the other maid. I don’t like robot-like Sang Jiu. It pains me to see her like that. However, the fight is beatiful. I don’t like Tian Huan, but she’s gorgeous with her ribbons. Sang Jiu is winning the fight.

Mingye finishes to purify the weapon. He’s happy that he’ll save Sang Jiu. But right then he receives report that a female demon is wrecking havoc in the upper realm. So she didn’t kill Tian Huan yet. She took her to the spring and is having her soaking in there. She took her divine essence away it seems. Mingye comes to see this. He asks to put the essence down, but she destroys it instead. Mingye stops her from killking Tian Huan. He uses his powers to make her faint and starts investigating about how she became a demon. He’s really mad that the generals followed orders that were villainous, leading to the massacre of the Mo River tribe. He sends them to jail without access to cultivation anymore.

Sang Jiu wakes up, tied in Mingye’s palace. The only way to revert her from being a demon is by healing her injured heart. The elder suggests that Mingye doesn’t go see her to prevent her from remembering the painful events. I would disagree. She needs to see him. He says he shouldn’t see her until she calms down. The other soldiers tell him he can’t be lenient with her even though it started because of Tian Huan, she killed many people too. She hears all of that and she knows that Tian Huan was right saying that now he won’t accept her since she’s a demon, she can’t go back. Then Mingye receives a report from the confession of Tian Huan. She requests to see Mingye, but he says she’s worse than a demon and that he will execute her personally so that she dies.

The elders of Tian Huan’s tribe ask to spare her. They will hold her captive forever. He won’t give her back her divine essence, but won’t let her out. She’s playing the victim again and harbours a plan to prevent Mingye from saving Sang Jiu.

Mingye is planning to revive the water tribe and help Sang Jiu coming back to the right path. But where is Sang You? Ask and you will receive. The maids gossip outside the room where is kept Sang Jiu. They say that Sang You was the only one left alive, but he was thrown into Huangyuan. Sang Jiu escapes and goes to Huangyuan looking for her brother. There she meets with Jize. He tries to convince her not to go in, cause she won’t make it out now that she’s a demon, but she doesn’t listen and jumps in anyways, looking for her brother... Who’s probably not even there...

She finally finds her brother but he’s in a very bad state, but alive. They’re also surrounded by demons who wants to eat them. Mingye follows her into Huangyuan. But he’s in a bad shape from purifying the cristal. He won’t waver though, no matter what the demons say. Sang Jiu isn’t strong enough to protect her brother against the demons. She’s angry that Tian Huan has been forgiven. She goes mad again. It seems to be really painful. Mingye tries to speak some sense into her. She stabs him, but he won’t leave her. He uses his power to make her sleep. Jize says he’ll help them get out, but to make sure to never come back.

Tian Huan’s people come to take her. She wants to take her palace back.

Mingye takes Sang Jiu to the home they shared when he was injured. He says he’ll stay by her side no matter what she is. He shows her the cristal with which he plans to revive her people. No matter what is the price, he wants to go back to the days they lived. together in that house. But to her, this is not just a transaction. She knew she would have to pay the price for loving him, but she didn’t know it would ne so heavy, too heavy. She says she’s only filled with hatred now and there’s no more room in her heart for him. She doesn’t to owe him anything so she breaks the cristal. She puts him to sleep before promising she’ll kill her ennemies herself.

Tian Huan takes over the palace with her trive. She wants to kill people to retrieve her divine essence. Sang Jiu comes to kill her. Tian Huan orders her clan people to kill Sang Jiu, but she’s too powerful. She kills Tian Huan and swears that she’ll kill everyone from the snake tribe.

And that’s how it ends. I really need to go to sleep. But this is such a cliffhanger. I really wasn’t expecting things to go that way! What to do... But I will get first break tomorrow, maybe I can watch a little more?

[sunmmon8689]

THE IDEAL OF LIFE

🌻Their ideals basically share several common features such as working tirelessly to make the world a better place. But they are different in small details. Some people choose Medicine so they can cure the poor (which also means they accept to be poor doctors).

Some select Wild-life Conservation so they can preserve the biodiversity on Earth. Some follow Agriculture to search for new ways to produce more food for the world. Others pick Journalism to praise and spread good words and fight against the bad. Some choose to be monks with the hope that percepts will facilitate charity activities. Some decide to be an official because they found the beauty in their Party’s ideal of sacrificing for others.

🌻No matter whether they are practical or not, people with ideals have the passion to help them study and improve themselves. That ideal will urge them to keep learning and practicing rather being lazy. That ideal will motivate them to expand their virtues and discourage selfishness. What does not meet that ideal will be rejected.

🌻If our ideals are weak and our bad habits are so strong, our ideals will be killed. For example, there was a patriot whose bad trait was being too fond of beatiful women. He served his country very well at first, but later, he fell for a girl sent by the enemy and thus became a traitor. There was also a man who worked in social sevices and was in charge of finding jobs for the new graduates. He had a very bad temper. In a small quarrel, because of his temper, he abandoned the system that created many jobs for the youth.

🌻If our ideal is strong enough, it will heal our soul from weaknesses, develop more skills, and make our life meaningful.

🌻If we want to have an ideal, we must first read the stories about the life and work of well-known figures, and admire them sincerely. As our admiration grows gradually, strong ideals will one day appear in our mind.

🌻We must be careful about the blur line between ideal and ambition. Ideal and ambition resemble each other in strong will, big aspiration for doing great work and inflencing a large audience. However, ideal comes from altruism, it is about sacrificing ourselves for others’ interests. Meanwhile, ambition is to search for our own glory.

Ideals help our souls to become like the saints, while ambition destroys our souls and turns us evil.

Collected.

[tarot-tea-cafe]

4 kinds of teas

Im currently reading the book "Herbal Tea Magic for the Modern Witch. A Practical Guide to Healing Herbs, Tea Leaf Reading and Botanical Spells" by Elsie Wild.

I thought i would share what Wild wrote on tea, spices & herbs, their magical and medical benefits and their warnings.

these entries in this post are from Chapter 2, pages 15-18. i'll make a seperate post or few for more entries!

Teas

While there are hundreds of different kinds of tea in the world, there are four main types of tea: black, green, oolong and white.

Black tea

One of the most versatile teas, black tea is a more oxidised version of green tea, with a stronger flavour and more caffeine (though much less than a cup of coffee). Because of its full flavour, black tea acts as a great base for most tea blends and potions. Black tea originated in China in the seventeenth century when the Chinese started fermenting tea leaves to extend their storage life. Black tea came to Europe in the eighteenth century, charming the British aristocracy and eventually all of England. Black tea is the main ingredient in classic tea blends such as English breakfast tea and Earl Grey tea.

Magical Properties: Strength, stability, endings, finished business, expelling negative energy, energy boost, courage, mental clarity, grounding, cleansing. Associated with the earth element and winter.

Health Properties: Boosts metabolism, boosts immunity, relieves stress, improves bone health, eases asthma, kills bacteria, lowers cholesterol, lowers risk of diabetes, increases energy, decreases digestive activity.

Medical Warnings: Pregnant people should not drink more than two cups of black tea a day

Different Types: English breakfast, Earl Grey, Chai, Assam, Darjeeling.

Brewing tip: For the best taste, brew black tea in about 180-210f (thats 82.2-98.8c) water and let it steep for four to eight minutes, depending on the blend.

Green Tea

A staple for any tea lover, green tea is made from the unoxidized leaves of the camellia sinensis plant. It's called green tea because the leaves are harvested when they are slightly withered and immediately cooked before they can oxidize, thus keeping their green colouring. Camellia sinensis leaves for green tea are harvested three times a year to get the highest quality. Green tea was initially used for medical purposes to treat a range of illnesses. For many decades, green tea was a symbol of status and wealth due to its cost and lengthy preparation time. But today green tea can be enjoyed by anyone. Matcha, green tea's popular cousin, is made from the ground powder of shade-grown green tea leaves, which is whisked together with hot water in a ceramic bowl. Macha was originally used in traditional japanese tea ceremonies but is now popular everywhere.

Magical Properties: Healing, love, mindfulness, passion, cleansing, regulating energy, wealth. Associated with the fire element and spring.

Health Properties: Boosts metabolism, improves brain function, supports sexual health, supports heart health, rich in antioxidants. Could also increase longevity.

Medical Warnings: None.

Different Types: Chunmee green tea, gunpowder green tea, jasmine green tea and matcha.

Brewing Tip: Green tea tastes best when brewed at a mild water temperature (about 180f (which is 82.2c)) and steeped for about three minutes. Water that is too hot could make the tea bitter.

Oolong Tea

While black, green and white tea are easily recognisable to most people, oolong tends to throw people off. Sure, you've heard of it, but what is it? Oolong is a semi-oxidized tea made from the leaves of the camellia sinensis plant. The amount of time the tea is oxidised varies, which makes each oolong flavour unique. Oolong tea gets its name from two Chinese words meaning "black dragon", a reference to the way the leaves are rolled into curly shapes resembling dragons.

Magical Properties: Wisdom, beaty, emotional balance and connection, romance, friendship, serenity, divination, reflection. Associated with the water element and autumn.

Health Properties: Lowers blood pressure, improves sleep, improves gut health, increases bone density, prevents tooth decay. Increases alertness and improves your mood.

Medical Warnings: None.

Brewing Tip: Oolong tastes best when its brewed at a water temp of 185-206f (85-96.9c) and steeped for around four minutes. Oolong tea actually tastes better the more you re-steep it.

White Tea

A highly delicate tea made from the unopened buds of the camellia sinensis plant, white tea is produced with minimal processing during a short harvesting season, creating its unique floral flavour and its expensive price tag. White tea, which originated in the Fujian Province of China during the sixteenth century, has become popular for its taste, health benefits and magical properties.

Magical Properties: Purification, protection, clarity, realization, meditation, cleansing, psychic abilities, youth, blessings, new beginnings, happiness, wisdom. Associated with the air element summer and moon magic.

Health Properties: reduces risk of heart disease, lowers insulin resistance, protects against osteoporosis, helps skin damage, reduces risk of cancer, rich in antioxidants.

Medical Warnings: None.

Different types: Silver Needle (BaiHao YinZhen), White Peony (Bai Mu Dan), Tribute Eyebrow (Gong Mei), Long Life Eyebrow (Shou Mei).

Brewing Tip: Because of its delicate nature, white tea should be made with 175-85f (79.4-85c) water and steeped for one to three minutes maximum or it will turn bitter.

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Sorry for the post being so long, unfortunately the next posts might be longer ^^;

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