#i loooooooove them so much

[lightcreators]

He  knew  pretty  much  what  to  expect  by  the  moment  he  let  temptation  reach  his  lips.  Suddently  speaking  of  someone  who  never  had  been  mentioned  before,  when,  of  course,  as  blind  he  wanted  to  be,  he  perceiving  how  important  and  harmful  the  topic  remained  was  going  to  opening  emotional  wounds  who  had  been  left  in  the  wind.  This  time  around,  he  didn't  have  the  weapon  of  foreknoweldge  coming  from  his  observations  and  big  hyperfixated  interest  over  the  concern,  neither  flattery  of  conclusions  made  in  the  way  for  had  remaining  in  the  background  without  showing  consideration  …  He  had  no  fucking  idea  of  the  friend  who  had  been  concerned  inside  that  conversation.  Simply,  attached  sentiment  he  sensed  the  biggest  impression  of  familarity  and  mirroring  aspect  were  expected,  instinctively  !  There  was  also  something  terribly  dramatic  that  will  came  out  anyway  of  these  confessions.  He  really  appreciated  Sebastian,  and  making  him  happy  included  to  possibly  med  something  that  cannot  be  otherwise  ---  creating  another  kind  of  miracle  of  the  higher  priced  one  of  removing  his  sister  of  her  curse  …  Because,  again,  he  had  been  inside  his  position  before,  and  fearing  to  turning  inside  his  current  place.  Well,  maybe  he  should  reconsidering  how  he  treating  'how  he  had  been  inside  his  position  before',  it  was  a  bit  more  complicated  than  an  simple  friendship  disageement  or  break  up,  and  the  single  person  he  could  think  FIRSTLY  on  that  …  did  a  little  MORE  than  just  be  an  trusting  relationship  finding  itself  with  some  horrible  complication.  Eventually,  he  preferred  dropped  the  remembrance.  He  simply  didn't  wanted  finding  himself  rejected.  He  simply  didn't  wanted  his  whole  world  breaking  apart.  He  simply  didn't  wanted  to  be  betrayed  again  in  one  manner  or  another  (comic  from  an  traitor!).  He  accepted  Sebstian's  silence.  He  accepted  Sebastian's  need  to  answering  back  or  preferring  left  him  inside  one  of  secretive  things  he  can  have.  With  the  upcomping  Witch  of  Ilusions  inside  an  world  fullfilled  of  illusions  where  every  fiber  of  the  human  being  was  associated  to  mental  illusions  …  even  if  he  didn't  wanted  to  know,  eventually,  he  will  understood  things  he  didn't  wanted  …  or  even  answers  will  be  given  by  how  he  had  been  reacting  in  the  current  moment  or  how  his  actions  amusingly  mirrored  actions  made  by  other  people  …  It  was  still  something  he  was  emotionally  preparing  himself.  Understanding  the  heart  of  everyone  was  an  power.  It  was  just  so  much  responsabilities  he  preferred  not  thinking  about  the  weight  inside his own heart !

Sadness  experienced  within  Sebastian  tone  created  immediate  empathy.  Internally,  he  couldn't  helped  to  feeling  he  had  to  somewhere  mentally  correcting  that  might  have  happened  between  them  …  The  concerned  friend  didn't  have  the  same  strenght  as  he  was  to  desiring  stop  Sebastian  to  going  into  an  dark  path.  The  concerned  friend  maybe  didn't  wanted  emotionally  handled  how  he  might  lost  Sebastian  inside  his  craziness.  He  was  horribly  stubborn,  and  was  clinging  no  matter  what  ---  hence,  Sebastian  could  try  killing  himself  ten  couple  of  time  a  day,  he  would  manage  to  be  dramatically  enough  patient  for  still  repeating  him  not  doing  that,  and  forcing  him  not  doing  that  idea.  If  Sebastian  decided  to  stay  stubborn,  he  will  be  more  stubborn  than  him.  If  Sebastian  fucked  up  and  they  had  to  hide  an  crime,  no  problem,  he  could  be  his  demon  (ironic).  ❝   He  disapproved  the  path  you  wanted  to  take.  ❞  He  bounced  back  with  compassion.  His  own  tone  transformed  inside  an  temporary  melancholy,  as  he  knew  about  that  too  well.  For  one  boy,  becoming  an  witch,  the  mere  notion  to  touching  that  invisible  world  for  the  sake  of  an  wish  afterwards  be  victim  of  an  tragedy  was  something  wrong.  Was  something  he  shouldn't  sacrifing  his  entire  life  on,  wasn't  something  he  should  focusing  his  entire  life  as  an  obsession  into  the  hope  to  experiencing  ressurection  once  more.  Nevertheless,  that  boy,  no  matter  how  many  efforts  he  could  brought,  no  matter  how  he  showed  he  had  been  transformed  by  his  presence,  no  matter  how  he  could  attempting  to  making  him  changing  his  path,  couldn't  do  something  for  convince  him.  Someone  else  diverged  his  path,  and  he  wanted  returning  inside  that  short  period,  almost  at  the  end  of  everything  concerning  an  soul  soon  to  broke  apart,  to  experiencing  once  more closeness  and  inexplicable  unity  with  an  metaphoric  twin.  He  didn't  get  rejected  though.  He  didn't  get  removed  of  the  picture  of  that  boy  life  though.  No,  he  did  so  much  good  influence  of  that  boy  because  he  treated  him  as  untrustworthy  he  decided  to  FOLLOW  same  path  ---  with  surprise  that  indeed he  did  follow  him  !

Ominis.  For  an  short  moment,  he  pondered  silency  upon  that  name.  In  some  manner,  the  way  he  introducing  him  as  someone  who  had  been  always  been  here  as  he  could  remember  triggered  that  familiarity  sense  he  had  been  expecting  …  ❝  The  way  you  speak  of  him,  he  looks  like  an  valued  childhood  friend.  ❞  He  sensed  that  funny  temptation  to  giving  him  an  talk  just  for  changing  established  result.  Saying  nicely  fuck  to  whatever  that  word  Fate  could  imposing  inside  circumstances.  It  will  be  pretty  much  nothing  …  but  well,  he  could  test  that  bet  on  Sebastian  directly.  ❝  I'm  sorry.  ❞  Inside  that  apology,  he  also  was  sorry  not  to  enough  attentive.  Maybe  he  really  should  pay  more  attention  to  the  students  of  his  own  House  !  Maybe  he  really  should  meddling  in  middle  of  Slytherin  for  be  certain  to  be  having  sensation  of  knoweldge  …  beyond  of basics  he  was  already  transforming  by  his  presence  !  ❝   Well  …  I  know  tensions  between  friends  inside  such  manners,  and  how  exasperation  can  be  a  good  word  for  summarize  entire  relationship.  ❞  It  was  about  Potter,  but  he  didn't  have  to  give  an  name.  That  betraying  confession  will  remaining  nameless  !  ❝   But  even  though  disagreement  is  the  key  word  of  an relationship  ---  communication  still  allowed  between  us.  I  want  to  imagine  the  same  can  be  possible  for  you.  Only,  it's  not  my  business  to  meddle  inside  your  private  affairs,  and  I'm  sure  he  will  see  you  might  not  as  hopeless  and  unsaving  as  he  do  imagining  you  are.  ❞  Reassurance  was  tempted,  as  he  didn't  wanted  that  confession  be  simply  associated  to  negative  feelings.  With  Potter  after  all,  he  was  knowing  Sebastian  perspective  ---  Potter  was  trying  to  save  him  from  himself  but  he  was  requesting  an  dream  since  H  O  P  E  was  something  too  painful   …  meanwhile  he  returned  the  feeling for save him. 

Followed  compliment  was  deeply  appreciated,  as  he  didn't  expected  nice  words.  He  wasn't  accoustumed  anymore  to  even  feeling  valid  into  something  or  sensing  his  presence  had  some  kind  of  relevant  importance  …  If  he  wasn't  obligated  by  reflected  circumstances  to  give  his  life  for  Potter,  he  would  have  saved  the  case  of  the  Sallow  boy  by  taking  all  sacrifices  upon  himself  far  more  sooner.  Second  option  was  to  becoming  another  kind  of  devil  (really  dramatically  ironic)  and  bargain  some  deal  for  be  sure,  instead  to  be  tragically  eaten,  he  get  his  wish  realized  by  the  hands  of  an  witch  …  If  he  could  die  twice,  he  would  have  opted  for  the  first  option  very  early.  Alternative  seemed  only  manner  to  bring  discoveries  of  the  deep  obscurity  of  dark  magic  ---  the  one  when  that  could  be  considered  magic  can  be  horrible  and  inhuman  treatment  of  the  Underground  …  If  he  really  wanted  to  dwell  on  that,  with  Sebastian,  he  had  one  reason  to  searching  where  the  gate  of  the  Underground  was,  and  directly  bargain  with  the  God.  It  had  been  what  his  metaphoric  twin  had  been  doing,  and  that  God  will  have  to  sat  NO  to  Thanatos  ambitions,  which  coming  from  his  lips,  could  be  an  valid  order.  But  …  if  even  he  was  doing  that,  it  might  not  be  his  first  thought  in  front  of  Hades.  He  would  loved  sensing  his  presence  sometimes  besides,  just  for  not  feeling  forgotten  !  ❝   I  really  appreciate  too,  and  I'm  happy  of  your  compliment.  For  once,  I'm  friendly~  ❞  He  couldn't  pretend  been  always  that  way,  especially  within  his  own  House.  Smaller  laugh  followed  his  features  towards  the  remark.  Indeed,  this  was  also  his  case.  ❝   True.  Parkinson,  Zabini  I  adooooooore  turn  crazy  by  complaining  all  the  time  around  Potter,  and  I'm  more  an  professor  with  Crabbe  and  Goyle  who  are  my  childhood  friends.  I  don't  have  that  many  as  funny  as  it's  is.  ❞  Besides,  how  he  could  trust  his  own  House  fullfilled  of  Death  Eaters  ignoring  themselves,  creating  an  bigger  misunderstanding  over  how  treatment  of  that  House  should  be  normally  considered.  ❝   Well,  there  is  really  not  that  much  to  say,  really.  Half  of  time  it's  me  speaking  about  Potter,  and  the  other  half  is  me  complaining  about  how  Hogwarts  handle  wrong  everything.  You  might  compete  to  be  an  annoyance  to  the  class,  I'm  still  on  the  list  as  annoyance  of  the  entire  House~  ❞  He  laughed  slowly,  as  there  was  no  negative  feeling  no  desire  of  reproach  into  that  detail.  ❝   If  you  want,  I  can  talk  more  about  them.  Even  introducing  them  to  you.  They  will  not  eat  you,  and  they  know  they  had  to  deal  with  an  high  level  of  annoyance  with  me.  Especially  Parkinson  who  is  the  first  to  be  flattered  with  the  best  of  my  behavior~  ❞  Another  laugh followed his sentences.

There  was  an  associated  understanding  concerning  how  he  bounced  back  towards  his  gentle  playful  words  concerning  his  presence  into  his  house.  He  knew  about  tension  !  He  was  so  much  familiar  with  the  feeling  the  day  he  will  be  all  relaxed,  he  will  probably  believe  of  an  dream  !  Besides,  it  could  be  strategic  to  be  appreciated  by  his  uncle,  when  he  could  use  his  influence  for  transforming  the  treatment  he  was  experencing  at  home.  If  there  was  Illusions  in  the  way,  he  could  do  something  about  that,  and  for  sure,  many  Illusions  will  be  presented  on  his  way  as  he  will  play  most  pleasant  guy  around  !  ❝   Oh,  I'm  not  scared  of  that.  Though  I  doubt  your  uncle  will  risk  to  tanish  his  reputation  in  front  of  an  Malfoy,  and  if  he  try  to  trick  me  I  will  see  though  it,  it  will  be  funny  for  me.  I  want  to  become  an  security  mark  inside  your  house,  maybe  I  can  attempt  create  another  miracle  along  the  way ~  ❞

               ˜”*°•.     For  a  moment ,  it  was  hesitancy  that  prevailed .  For  a  moment,  it  was  silence  that  conquered .  He  hadn’t  mentioned  Ominis  to  Draco,  this  was  indeed  the  truth.  He  hadn’t  told  him  about  how  they’d  grown  up  together,  how  they’d  spent  every  holiday  in  the  same  house,  how  they’d  been  inseparable .  He  hadn’t  told  him  how  strong  of  a  friendship  they  used  to  have,  how  much  he  missed  him  now .  But  how  could  he  have,  when  the  reason  behind  their  break-up  was  such  a  debatable  topic ?  Ominis  was  afraid  of  him ,  afraid  of  the  change  witnessed, of  his  research,  of  the  spells  he  learned.  And  Draco  needn’t  know  about  the  book  lying  hidden  in  the  Undercroft .  Which  was  perhaps  why  he  had  never  mentioned  a  single  thing  about  losing  his  best  friend . Because  he  was  too scared  of  losing  Draco  too . ❝ We  fought . ❞  Was  the  answer  he  delivered  eventually  -  such  a  contrast to  the  lightweighted,  even  happy  tone  he  previously  had .  ❝ His  name  is  Ominis .  We’ve  been  friends  since  I  can  even  remember  myself . ❞   Back  when  they’d  just  read  together,  play,  run  around ,  laugh .  Back  when  he  wouldn’t  spend  his  every  day  getting  either  detention  or  lectured.  Back  when  he  wouldn’t  constantly  worry  that  he’d  receive  a  letter saying  that  Anne  passed  away.  Back  when  he’d  have  a  life  beyond  books  and  secrecy  and  frustration .  ❝ And  now  he  refuses  to  talk  to me.  Which  is  perhaps for  the  best  considering  how  we  fight . ❞

He  didn’t  want  to  ruin  the  festive  mood .  Didn’t  want  to  have  Draco  burdened with  the  tragedies  of  this  year .  it  was  fine.  Everything  was  going  to  be  fine .  He  was  going  to  find  the  cure,  Anne  would  be  safe  and  Ominis  together  with  Solomon  would  finally  understand  how  right  he  was .  It  just  needed  time ,  sacrifices .  Both  of  which  he  was  more  than  willing  to  give .  ❝ It  doesn’t  matter . ❞  He  finally  said   offering  a  small  smile .  It  was  enough  of  depression  one  day .  If  Ominis  couldn’t  distinguish  morality  from  life ,  after  all,  it  was  not  his  problem.  He  was  willing  to  sell  his  soul  if  that  meant keeping  Anne  safe.  He  was  willing  to  cast  the  darkest  spells  if  that  meant  breaking  the  curse .  It  was  not  his  fault  that  Ominis  didn’t  care  enough  to  do  the  same .  ❝ You  are  more  than  a  great  friend,  after  all .  And  just  so  you  know, I  appreciate  you. ❞  He  just  wasn’t  ready  to  tell  him  the  whole  truth  about  his  actions  in  the  dark .  he  wasn’t  ready  to  lose  him.  ❝ You’ve  never  told  me  about  your  friends, though . ❞  Sure  he’d  heard  about  Draco  and  Potter’s  hardships,  witnessed  Draco  with  two  other  boys,  but  he’d  never  really  gotten  to  know  them .  Or  well,  even  hear  of  them.

The  mere  idea  of  Draco  being  in  his  house  was  indeed  soothing .  It  was  a  silver  lining  in  the  darkest  of  storms,  but  it  didn’t  come  without  its  difficulties .  He didn’t  want  Draco  to  witness  his  fights  with  Solomon.  He  didn’t  want  him  to  see  just  how  bad  things  at  home  were.  But  would  Solomon  even  allow  Draco  to  see  this ?  No .  He’d  act  like  the  righteous  protective  uncle  and  make  his  nephew  the  villain .   ❝ Just  so  you  know ,  that  house  can  be  intense  at  times . ❞ 

[faunify]

elf skin noob... hehhehehe

[jonathanssweatercollection]

I’m not looking for anyone’s approval. Before you get ahead of yourself, look around you. We’re all looking for a little validation. You racing or what?

Daniela Melchior as Isabel Neves in Fast X (2023)

[whysamwhy123]

Smash or pass

Beast mortos, hologram, and Harley Cameron

And not sure if this is how it goes but for random fic ideas that would hopefully be a nice thought (in assuming this is just to send you random fic ideas I’ve had that you might enjoy seeing and not asking you to write a fic cause that seems a bit much right now)

Model Ricky getting scouted by and fought over by photographer Copeland and designer Christian Cage who are both exes and bitter rivals but know it when they see it and Ricky is IT!

*rubs hands together* Alright, let's fucking GOOOOOOOO!

Beast Mortos - Listen. I do not identify as a monster fucker. I prefer to think of myself merely as someone with painfully low standards. But objectively, that is a very attractive bullman, so I would indeed smash, mask or no mask.

Hologram - I must admit, I've never actually watched a single match of his and I know literally nothing about the man, so I shall have to go with pass, but I'm sure he's cool and all.

Harley Cameron - SMASH. SMASH. SMASH REPEATEDLY, NON-STOP, TIL THE BREAK OF DAWN. Aussie women, man, they make 'em gooooood up there... *wistful sigh*

AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR INCLUDING THAT FIC IDEA BECAUSE IT IS GLORIOUS I LOVE IT!!!!! Them fighting over Ricky is perfect, I'm picturing him just sitting back with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, like ''Looks like my career and my sex life are really going places.'' Something tells me Ricky's solution to the conundrum would just be a threesome, LOL. I think if I were to write this, I'd probably make Hook the photographer, just because I know/like him a lot more than Cope and he does do photography and he is technically feuding with Christian now anyways. And it's just a lot funnier to me, to think about a 25-year-old nepo baby stoner fighting with a grumpy 50-year-old fashion designer over a super hot model, arguing over who can best help his career, which one of them needs a muse more, that sort of thing 🤣

[cadaverousdecay]

leaf im trying of expand my horror film history knowledge and also just out of curiosity please i need to know your favorite vampire films. the campiest ones, the essentials. the so bad it's good ones. give me the juice

YIPPEEEEE okay so. i have made it my life goal to watch every movie on the vampire films wikipedia, im not yet there, but i will give you all the favorites of the ones ive watched so far

first off, LOST BOYS!!!!! (1987) my favorite movie of all time, i could watch it every day for forever, the style, the vibes, the soundtrack, everything is so perfect. amazing execution of a horror comedy, about familial love and the feelings of alienation in youth (so many queer undertones), this is a movie for fags

for essential films, i gotta say nosferatu (1922), dracula (1931), [also check out the spanish version of dracula (1931) if you can get a hold of it, it comes with the dracula dvd if you have it at your local library], horror of dracula (1958), blood and roses (1960), the vampire lovers (1970), and the blood splattered bride (1972). three early dracula adaptations, and three carmilla ones. these, esp the dracula ones, lay the groundwork for vampire movies.

for some comedy and camp, check out what we do in the shadows (2014), vamps (2012), love at first bite (1979), dracula:dead and loving it (1995) <-thats where the blood gif i reblogged is from, dracula ad 1972 (1972), buffy the vampire slayer (1992) <-i prefer the show but the movie has its charm, so bad its good, was a fun watch, and jesus christ vampire hunter (2001)

idk what to title these last ones but i love them, the hunger (1983) <- also if u can find a copy of the book it was an amazing read!!, interview with the vampire (1994) <- also check out the new show if u feel like it, its even better than the movie to me, blade (1998), let the right one in (2008), only lovers left alive (2013), and a girl walks home alone at night (2014)

i'll keep u updated as i watch more <3

also if u havent read the vampyre by dr polidori, carmilla by sheridan le fanu, or dracula by bram stoker id def recommend them, those are the big three in vampire lit history. also the vampire a new history by nick groom is a wonderful book about the history of the vampire myth

[edwardbonnets]

warning everyone now that my blog is about to become dragon age veilguard central, if you don't want to be spoiled please mute the tags #veilguard spoilers or #da4 spoilers !!!!!!!!!

this game has kinda consumed my body and soul

[quirkle2]

i looooooooooove semicolons

[cosmic-acee]

YALL I JUST WATCHED FIREBRINGER AND I LOVE IT

[keroinnie]

thinking about that nswer on twt i saw the other day who posted "can we now officially say that expergo is their worst album" like i am still trying to kill them with my mind

[rivilu]

utilizing the long weekend to make as many fucked up elves as possible

[chadsuke]

Books Read in 2023:

Wallet Activism: How to Use Every Dollar You Spend, Earn, and Save as a Force for Change by Tanja Hester (2021)

What I Talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami (2007)

Active Hope: How to Face the Mess We're in Without Going Crazy by Joanna Macy & Chris Johnstone (2012)

Uberland: How Algorithms are Rewriting the Rules of Work by Alex Rosenblat (2018)

The Apothecary Diaries Vol. 1 by Natsu Hyuuga & Touko Shino (2014)

Guns, Germs, and Steel: The Fates of Human Societies by Jared Diamond (1997)

The Fall of the Faculty: The Rise of the All-Administrative University and Why It Matters by Benjamin Ginsberg (2011)

Winter's Orbit by Everina Maxwell (2021)

A Strange and Stubborn Endurance by Fox Meadows (2022)

[ID: Covers of aforementioned books. End ID.]

[disaster-magician]

EVERYONE LOOK AT MY BABY AND HOW GORGEOUS AND WONDERFUL THEY ARE IMMEDIATELY‼️‼️

OLNF style character comm for @disaster-magician!

[inkykeiji]

As someone who just casually listens to Avenged Sevenfold, I feel like "Little Piece of Heaven" or "Acid Rain" are better songs, so I appreciate your teenage snark lol

omggggg a little piece of heaven was and still is one of my favourite a7x songs!!!!! my other faves are chapter 4, scream, critical acclaim, brompton cocktail, the wicked end, and literally the entire nightmare album it’s such an absolute masterpiece (fiction! save me! welcome to the family! buried alive!!!!! literally the entire thing is soooo good) <333 HAHAHA i’m glad!!! i was so so so obsessed with them, i almost got a deathbat tattooed on my hip when i was 18! the band + their music helped me through a really rough time in my life so they’ll always have such a special place in my heart <3

[anotherocean]

THE SEED IN YOUR SOUL:

This reading is about a dream your soul has for you. This is my second PAC reading and it's like a compass for your soul-- something you deeply desire, something that is already occurring on some level, and something that has seeds within you already. Please feel free to pick more than one pile, or pick them all, or just pick one. This is meant to be a glance at something essential inside you that popped out at me, and some advice moving forward toward a more complete realization of it. Please let me know if you found this helpful or if it resonated! :)

PILE I. You are so beautiful to me Pile 1, and your life is abundant with riches. There is SO MUCH peace here. You can finally rest. The energy I see is you on a tropical island swinging in a hammock without a care in the world. You are allowed to take life as slowly as you want. You really appreciate the sensuality of things. Really truly. That’s what makes you rich. The abundance spills forth from there, and you have the money to cover all the basics (and more) without worry. You even have enough money to take care of your loved ones it seems, which is something that matters to you. You want to share so much of what you have, and that's part of what makes you feel rich too. You’ve carved out a gorgeous life for yourself, and that life is just for you. It doesn’t look like a life that anyone has ever seen before. It’s fully YOURS... you invented it! If the word “mine” isn’t your guiding word, it should be. You are learning about all the things that are yours, and it makes you truly rich. You can live your life in secret if you want. Or you can live it very loud and big. There is a duality to you. Somehow your legacy in life is both very small and very huge. You live both a very secret life, and a very public one. You acquaint yourself with the riches of the world and live in true luxury, as personally defined by you.

Advice: You’re coming off of a really hard time it looks like. Recognize the difficulties you’ve been through. Honor them. Address concerns you have about security and how that may be holding you back. Security is your birthright, but it is a state you can feel without obsessively pursuing it and valuing it above all else. RELEASE your regrets for how you wish things could have been. People and situations are flawed. We are flawed. Life doesn’t always take the twists and turns we like, and it’s your time to move on. It’s time to step away from those things and embrace your confidence, your fire, your passion. Aim to complete what you’ve started and begin afresh. It’s the end of a cycle and the beginning of a glorious new one. You are headed for exciting new opportunities and the feeling of inspiration is just around the corner.

PILE II.

My graceful and gorgeous pile 2. Letting your body be completely free makes you really happy, and this is something you feel allowed to do privately.  You are utterly unique and solitude just allows you to stretch out into that.  You loooooooove to be alone, and it is a truly gorgeous thing.  I think a lot of the time solitude gets a bad rap, but this pile is all about the gorgeousness that comes from really getting to enjoy your own company, and the world around you.  You are EXTREMELY sensual and I mean sensual with a capital SSSSSS.  Your greatest joy is pure quiet, and the sounds of nature.  From this place of solitude, and a deep knowing, you find absolute and utter, tranquility.  Maybe this is a pile that has experienced pain or trauma or power struggles but that is all over.  It’s like all the nature you’ve surrounded yourself with has just sucked it out of you completely.  Your body is going to take over.  I keep getting that this is maybe a scary thing, but it shouldn’t be.  You are 100% aligned with something holy.  Deep down I think you know this.  Anyway, the divine will wash over you.  Just say thanks, or say nothing at all, and melt.  You are here for this kind of bliss. You are absolutely absorbed into a spirituality that many people would die to experience just a fraction of.  You are existing on other wavelengths entirely, and what a stunning thing that is.

Advice: You’re undergoing a massive transformation.  Embrace the upheaval you are going through.  Move away from rigid thinking (“this is the way it should be”).  Rules and adherence to rules are not your friend right now.  You will still want to use your mind to think clearly, but be playful and inquisitive as you do it.  Ask a lot of questions and be curious.  Understand too, that emotional pain may be part of the process toward what you most want right now, and that is okay, it will only make your heart stronger and you more beautiful.  Let joy, friends, community and camaraderie lift you up and be part of your healing process.

PILE III

Right away I get the glory of good food!  Of nourishment!  This is just the surface.  You have absolutely incredible, deep-in-your-body physical confidence.  You are an athlete, a chef, someone whose whole world depends on their body.  Still, you are going to the gym, making the smoothies, swimming, dancing, your world is revolving around your physical self.  You get massages.  In a sense you are free to worship yourself.  You are free to worship your world.  Judgements from other people (and there are some) only thrill you, and you might even enjoy the fiery friction.  Sexuality is a part of your life, and it’s tied to your creativity.  You are of the body, by the body and for the body.  You get the pleasure of standing up for what you believe in.  You are some kind of star.  Something old-fashioned even.  Or there is something about the way you live that is old fashioned.  Or your notoriety (fame?) is old fashioned somehow… You are my most musical pile.

Advice:  You are setting out on a brand new adventure right now—how thrilling.  I can feel the potential and excitement.  You are a bit concerned about the long term stability of your plan and it’s holding you back a bit.  There is some hesitation, and it might be hindering your progress.  Don’t be so conservative right now, but also don’t be reckless.  There is a bit of a push-pull between a conservative approach, and a devil may care attitude.  Balance your enthusiasm with steady and thoughtful planning.  Above all else, embrace collaboration and teamwork.  Recognize the importance of collective efforts.  I promise that even if this does not relate directly to your goals, that peripheral collaborations will still help you.  Learn from people around you.  My other word of advice is take time to rest and recollect.  Be diligent, responsible and practical and be in it for the long haul.  There is stability in that alone, which should give you some comfort.  Practicality without conservatism will do you a world of good right now as you set out on your exciting new path.

PILE IV

You are a traveler down to the deepest parts of yourself.  You see the world and different people in the world, and make connections everywhere you go.  You rush hurriedly from one flight to another, and then you find yourself somewhere exotic and your world gets bigger and your whole mind expands.  It’s like the drapes were drawn in your living room for your whole life and now you’ve finally opened them letting light stream in, and even the windows are open and fresh air is finally getting inside.  You see so many things.  Greatest mountains, other oceans, animals and flora and fauna of other worlds.  In a sense you are like an alien walking on earth and just want to see as much of it as possible before you have to leave.  You are so free.  You step so lightly in this world, and with so much joy.  You go to cafes you’ve never been to, shops you’ve never been to, temples and fragrant forests where the caterpillars are huge and orange and you reach out and touch one out of curiosity.  You are a true citizen of the world, and deeply connected to humanity.  Your travels do not alienate you, they deepen your roots to Earth and connect you with your global family.  

Advice: You are on a new path, perhaps related to the material world or financial comforts.  There are real tangible beginnings now.  What’s holding you back are indecision and possibly procrastination.  Let go of indecision and avoiding the task at hand.  Make a decision and move forward with it… at some point in the future it might be appropriate to make adjustments, but not right now.  Right now you must embrace your vision and your confidence.  Be bold!!!!!!!!!  You might encounter worry, fear, anxiety but face it head on.  Don’t try to deny or hide away.  See the fear for what it is and have a direct confrontation with it (sometimes this is the war in our mind).  Persevere and value your resilience.  Say thank you to yourself for it.

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Isaac Request

Requested? Yes

Isaac Lahey x witch afab Reader

I didn't know if you wanted pure fluff of smut too so this is pure fluff I think I will add a second Chapter with smut, tonight or tomorrow. If anyone has any ideas what to add please drop them in my inbox <3333

Prompts:

4. "I'm staying. Stop fighting me.”

9. "let me take care of you

The reader thinks Isaac doesn't like her, but he's just awful at showing his feelings.

Since the reader doesn't have healing abilities like the rest of them Isaac never wants them to come with them because it stresses him out too much, he feels the need to protect her and he can’t fight and keep an eye on her at the same time

The reader thinks Isaac sees her as a burden but he is in loooooooove

Challenge: take a shot everytime i wrote Isaac.

Spoiler:

“Don't even start again. Just let me help without complaining for once.”

A small “why” was all you could muster in return, too tired to start a whole argument. “What do you mean, why? To make sure you're fine, obviously."

“In case you haven't noticed, but it's always me looking after you.”

You woke up on your living room couch, halfway slumped over the side, with a pounding head and blurry vision. You couldn't remember getting home; all you remembered was a pretty bad fight.

I should have just stayed out of there.

But of course, you could never stay out of other people's business. No one in Beacon Hill could. Supernatural was drawn to supernatural.

When you changed schools, you didn't expect your parents to drop you off, and ending up immediately running into a WHOLE PACK of werewolves. You kept your head down and walked right past them as if they didn't exist.

You are a witch, so you smell like an average human to them, but they can’t fool you being born a witch. Your third eye has always been open, and they can’t hide their true forms from you.

One day during lunch, you overheard some of their troubles—of course, you weren't eavesdropping...

you'd never..

From what you gathered, they needed a rare plant that happened to grow in your witch mother’s garden.

You've only been here for a few weeks but befriended Allison and Lydia quickly, so you understood the pack was keeping the town safe and are no danger, of course, they didn't know that you had already seen through them, but you felt the need to help them regardless.

You heard them talking about meeting up after school, so you dropped a tracking stone in Lydia's bag during class when she wasn't looking so you could find her later. In hindsight, you should have maybe just approached them instead of using Lydia to stalk them, but you aren't exactly the most extroverted, so they would have to deal, you thought.

Later that day, you went home and plucked the flower from your mom’s garden while she was still out. Back in your room, you placed the second tracking stone on your map, and it moved exactly to where Lydia was at that moment.

Back then, on that day, you should have learned to mind your business, but whatever

You got out of your car in the middle of the woods, a map and a mason jar with your flower in your hand, looking for Lydia when you heard screaming.

A fight was happening in the middle of the woods, and you ran right into it.

“The fuck are you doing here?” You turned around to see a rather angry Isaac right behind you, unsure whether he had turned since you pretty much always saw through their facade. You could feel the anger rolling off of him. Taking a step back as he took on forward, you pushed your hand out, shoving the jar under his nose while avoiding his eyes. You said nothing.

Isaac accused you of spying on them and trying to sabotage them, but thankfully Stiles stumbled towards you guys, perplexed by your appearance but thankful either way he took the flower and did god knows what with it.

Ever since that you involuntary became a part of the pack. You told them how you knew from the first time you set foot in the school, but Isaac didn't trust you and kept his distance. Now, a year later, close to graduation, you still end up coming to the rescue every single time together with Stiles. You're keeping the boat from sinking, really.

And that's why you found yourself in your current position. You came to the rescue again. Some sicko alpha was rampaging through the woods, and while you were laying a trail of mountain ash, he attacked you from behind, scratching open your side and throwing you through the night sky, lovely.

You didn't register any pain at first, but now that you're coming to be, your entire side is burning, and your head is pounding even stronger.

You don't know who got you home, but you could hear water running in your guest bath down the hall, so with a shaky breath, you pushed yourself up to make your way over to the bathroom, but your vision got blurry, and you had to lean on the armrest.

“What are you doing? Sit back down.” Isaac came rushing towards you and helped you sit back down. You didn't know who to expect, but it wasn't Isaac.

Over the last year, Isaac had warmed up to you a little—not that you could tell, but that's what the others kept saying.

To you, Isaac still seemed closed off, but you wrote it off as it being his personality.

He didn't want you to come today. He protested profusely at lunch, saying that there was nothing you could help with anyway and that you were just putting yourself in danger. You knew that you probably should have sat this one out, but Stiles was feeling under the weather, and you didn't like that Isaac made you feel like a child.”

“I can take care of myself. I'm not a child,” you told Isaac, who acted like you would just be a burden. You feared he might have been right.

Now that he was in your home, treating you like a child again made you angry. One day, he was nice to you—distant but still somewhat nice—giving you class notes when you were sick even though you were sure he never took notes. He shrugged it off like it was no big deal, and then he acted like a first-class jerk again.

To be real, his cold-shoulder, mysterious attitude had you crushing a little at first, but when you realized that he only cold-shouldered you and Stiles, it just felt like he was excluding you.

While you could be more of a help to your friends if you would be focusing on spell crafting like your mom instead of potion making, it comes in handy in times like this where your healing salves would aid your healing process, not having the natural advanced healing of a werewolf.

You take a staggered breath in, grind your teeth together, and got moving.

“You’re shitting me right now; you shouldn't move in this condition.”

Ignoring Isaac, you moved towards your hallway, one hand on the wall stabilizing you.

“I mean it, Isaac, just leave. I brought this onto myself anyway."

But instead of Isaac leaving, you could hear him move towards you.

You went to turn around. “ Wh-

Before you could even start, Isaac picked you up.

Paralyzed from the shock of what was happening, you just gasped up at Isaac like a fish as he carried you to your bedroom. He placed you down on your bed, and without looking at you, he immediately turned away. Your eyes followed his figure as he moved towards the other side of your room, where you kept your potion cabinet.

“Which one is that healing stuff you gave Allison last time?” You just looked at Isaac, not quite understanding why he was still here.

“the purple container that says Clinique” (reduce, reuse, recycle old containers)

Isaac moved back over to the bed. You sat up and took the salve from him.

You waited for him to leave so you could lift your shirt and apply the salve but Isaac sat down next to you.

“I'll help you." Isaac moved closer and tried to lift the side of your shirt, but you flinched back—wrong idea. A stabbing pain ran up your side and temporarily made your vision go black.

One part of your brain enjoyed the idea of taking your whole shirt off in front of Isaac—maybe that small part that still had a crush on him—but the other side didn't even want to slightly lift it.

“I can do it, Isaac; seriously, I'm not getting naked in front of you,” you glared at Isaac the best you could. "You don't need to be here.”

In reality, you didn't look mean at all, the pain too clear in your expression, and your wound far too concerning in Isaac's eyes. “You’re not getting naked; I just need to rub this on, and in case you haven't noticed, you're not even wearing your own shirt, so I won't see anything I haven’t already.”

You looked down at your own body and noticed he's right; the shirt you left the house in is long gone; instead, your blood is soaking into the shirt Isaac wore earlier under his jacket.

While you were distracted, Isaac quickly applied the slave to one hand and went under your shirt. As he went to apply it, you still tried to wriggle out of his hold; you don't know why you did it. You could tell that Isaac, for whatever reason, just wanted to help you.

Nice Isaac was complicated. It made the irrational side of your brain fuzzy, and maybe one small butterfly woke up in your stomach. "I'm staying. Stop fighting me and let me help you, goddamit.”

Isaac’s grip tightened around your waist. You couldn't go anywhere. As he rubbed the salve around your wound, he decided not to lift your shirt and just moved his hand under it.

You titled your head to look at Isaac; his eyes moved from your middle to your face. “Is this okay?” he asked while looking into your eyes.

You nodded your head, not sure what to say. This side of Isaac was weird; technically, you should be happy. This caring side is what you dreamed about months ago when you started crushing on the mysterious wolf, but he made it so incredibly hard on you by always treating you like a little kid.

When Isaac was done, he got up off the bed, washed his hands, and put the salve back where it belonged.

You dropped back on your bed, facing the ceiling, energy fading. You couldn't even move up the bed, legs still dangling off.

Isaac came back to your side and kneeled. He started taking your boots off; you felt too exhausted to even lift your feet to help him.

You groaned, thinking about how Isaac would use this against you for all eternity to prove that you are nothing but a danger to yourself.

“Don't even start again. Just let me help without complaining for once.”

Okay, that wasn't what you expected.

A small “why” was all you could muster in return, too tired to start a whole argument.

“What do you mean, why? To make sure you're fine, obviously."

You didn't really understand what Isaac was on about.

“In case you haven't noticed, but it's always me looking after you.”

You tried to make sense of his words when a conversation you had with Lydia came back to mind; you brushed it off, but Lydia had said something about Isaac always being way too close to you, not in a literal way, but if you were walking in a group, he was next to you walking on the side next to the road, and if you split up in groups, Isaac was always with you, and now today.

wait

“How did you find me? You were supposed to be at the other end of the woods?” You asked Isaac, who gave no reply. He was supposed to be with Allison as backup and setting up traps.

Isaac had put your shoes next to your wardrobe and came back to the side of your bed to help you move fully onto the bed.

“Isaac?”

“I was going to go in position once you were inside the Mountain Ash Circle... But then he came out of nowhere. I was too focused on you to notice him. I'm sorry.” Now you knew Isaac wasn't a man of many words, but you realized that Lydia might have been a little right; Isaac was always watching you.

A blush crept up on your cheeks, but you couldn't quite believe the conclusion you were drawing here.

“Oh,”

Isaac looked down at you lying on your back. "I’m bad at this talking thing, okay?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact now.

“it’s okay” You patted the space beside you on the bed and signaled Isaac to sit or lay down. You realized it must have been pretty late, or early? You looked at your alarm clock 2:43 am; well, not too bad.

You felt the bed dip beside you as Isaac laid down on his side next to you, somehow facing you but still avoiding looking at you, fascinating.

“Thank you, Isaac." Your eyes met, and the usually confident Isaac suddenly looked everything but that.

He brushed a strand of hair out of your face with his hand. “Just let me take care of you from now on, okay?” he asked.

Okay, more than one butterfly woke up again. You nodded your head and tried to scoot closer to Isaac; instead, he wrapped his arms around you and did the work for you by pulling you in. “Will you stay?” you said as Isaac moved to sit up. “Of course, but you should change your shirt; it’s bloody.”

“You mean I should change youuur shirt?” you purred. You smiled at Isaac and pointed to your chair, where your PJs were lying. He reached over and gave you your shirt.

“Can you help me get this off?” You sat up; your side was healing. You could feel the wound closing up faster than humanly possible, but it still ached.

Isaac helped you lift your arms as little as possible as he lifted your shirt above your head.

Shivers ran down your spine, but you didn't feel uncomfortable. He helped you put your clean shirt back on and moved you to lie down with him, setting the blanket over you two.

You laid together in silence, your back pressed to Isaac’s chest; you could feel his breath on top of your head; you should sleep, but your emotions were running wild, and you didn't want this moment, these feelings, to end.

As if he could read your thoughts, Isaac said, “I’ll still be here in the morning. You can sleep.”

He kissed the top of your head, and you drifted off to sleep. Today's events were a little too much.

[aveloka-draws]

Howdy!! Ik you're slow to answer but I figured I'd take a shot at it anyway--I've been slowly making my way through your CotL comics and I have a few questions!

1.) is there a link or somewhere I can read your ichor's vessel AU from the very beginning as opposed to scrolling backwards through the tag?

2.) does Leshy ever tell Theon that he was the former Bishop of Darkwood? Ik Theon told Lamb that they(?) were willing to wait until Leshy was ready to tell them himself but did he ever work up the courage to do so?

3.) how did Lamb pick their four disciples--or does it get revealed in the ichor's vessel AU? Bc they seem like a ragtag sort of group and I'm really curious about when/how/why Lamb chose each of them in particular

bonus comment--I loooooooove the way you chose to characterize Saleos and his unhinged devotion to Kallamar (whose characterization I also adore)--that one comic where Kallamar nearly slits Saleos' throat is so good and I think about it/go back to read it all the time 💙💙💙

Thank you so much aaa n.n

1. Only tag for now, tried to make a master list w all of it but gave up for now u.u

2. Soon

3. It kinda happened along the time it took Lamb defeating the bishops.

Cerva was the first follower, helping around since the start and is the most loyal, Saleos brought knowledge of the old faith and became the cults medic, Tzinn is able to hear almost everything that happens in the cult and de escalates conflicts often calming down dissenters before anything serious happens, Dr Sozonius keeps order in the camp and is in charge of keeping the library where they keep both materials from the old faith as well as the new one, scriptures him and Lamb work on.

By the time Narinder was defeated they were the closest to Lamb and were already helping with the cult, so they made the four of them disciples.